Reflections related to Mark Twain

I read a good review of a book in the Denver Post this fall by Roger K. Miller, a wonderful review, I'd say. The book itself is by Lee Sandlin; it's a non-fiction titled Wicked River: The Mississippi When It Last Ran Wild. I'm tempted to type the whole review, but won't. Reading it reminded me of my own use of Mark Twain in my novel, Blacktime Song By Rosalie Wolfe, in which I add an Afterward from the Dead: Mark Twain. It was somewhat intuitive on my part, but I stand confimed.

"It was as though they were all walking around in a perpetual state of rage." Miller quotes the author Lee Sandlin in describing everyday society in the lower Mississippi River Valley in the early 19th century. Twain once referred to his home ground as "a semi-barbarism which set itself up for a lofty civilization." The down river traffic of all sorts of craft dominated everything as "scow, skiffs, pirogues, barges, canoes, schooners and primarily rafts, flatboats, and keel-boats" required up to dozens of men to pilot them, even before the arrival of steamboats. Some rafts were 90 feet long, and cargo was extremely varied, both human and non-human. It was a dirty business from many angles, mythic maybe, but not idyllic. From my storytelling point of view, it sounds comparable to the human condition in general. "It was not an easy, languorous navigation, hence the appellations wicked river or Old Devil River. The river continually shifted, rose, fell expanded and contracted. Vessels were met, and too often upset, by sandbars, snags, floating trees -- or great clots of interlocked floating trees known as wooden islands -- and whirlpools and deceptive currents."

In this grim environment, besides rage there was "a recurring sense of looming catastrophe that gripped many residents", and along with all this was a confusion of values and morality; "perils and ugliness ... abounded in and off the water", think slave auctions, fires, fascinating warm and cold-blooded predators, plus yellow fever and cholera and sheer filth, but sometimes, at moments, paradoxically looking like hope and Eden. You needed luck and the knowledge of how to maneuver, and intuitively I wanted to give a shout out to Twain's (almost Jesus-like?) Horace Bixby and to writers in general, who try so hard to find words to describe both the sublime, the ridiculous, and the ever present deadening traps of lives lived in constant, churning motion, where discernment and grace really count for something.

Apples in the Street

I no longer drive due to corneal dystrophy, so almost every day I walk on various errands in the N.W. Denver area. My bones need strengthening anyway, so wearing a weighty backpack is, in itself, a health-promoting act.
Lately I've been seeing fallen apples on the sidewalks and streets of my territory. It didn't take long before I picked an apple off a tree not my own, the better to assess flavor. Then I decided to collect a good portion of those apples off sidewalk and street, which I deemed public. I took them home, washed them twice, and two days later threw them in the compost bin. Apparently, I was too lazy to make applesauce, I'm not sure why. The sloth of Eve? I ask myself this question: What in life have I not done enough of yet? This puts me in mind of reading and writing. I do have reading and writing on my mind. These two disciplines help me stick with my ongoing inner project---accessing the courage to be truthful, and the strength to love my neighbor(whose apples I hope I didn't steal). I can really sink my teeth in that project!

Did I accidentally write the first post-modern Mormon novel?

Blacktime Song by Rosalie Wolfe

My novel (title shown above) is now for sale. I hope to start a conversation about it for several reasons: I'm interested in the inner life, in the contemplative life, in fiction itself; I'm interested in forms of post-modern fiction and in the art of writing. I'm interested, to say the least, in God. I agree with Carl Jung -- "Bidden or not, God is present." I know it from experience, but I'm also a person of faith, and know that many things are still unseen and unknowable. My characters struggle even more than I myself do. For some reason I haven't let them learn all the lessons I've learned. Or perhaps it's impossible for me to write the best parts of grace. But I'm working on it.

I hope to have readers! I will surely learn a lot ...

Explaining Bill Clinton - Marylee Mitcham

Last year at this time, I was living in the country, in a Western state.[NOTE: This "sample" essay is from Feb. 1999] It was an awful winter, and I was dealing with various challenges: heating the house from a big woodpile, negotiating unpaved country roads without a 4-wheel drive, having my house ransacked and robbed by someone who was driving one. And then there was my full-time job as a Life Skills teacher in a privately owned and operated medium-security prison for men. It was all quite a ride for this middle-aged cowgirl, and President Bill Clinton's troubles pretty much threw me.

Mostly, I'm a Democrat. I voted for Clinton the second time. The first time I voted for Bush, who seemed competent. But when Clinton won, I turned my allegiance to someone I found easy to like. Sure, he had made mistakes, but I believed his assurances that he had learned his lesson. Many of us '60s people still carry around a commitment to the group, to other baby boomers who came of age in those turbulent times. I liked it when Clinton looked us in the eye and so intelligently told us the nonplatitudinal truth about his marriage. I wouldn't have believed just any public servant.

Clinton ran the country while I was only wrestling with a roomful of cons. In many ways, working with prisoners is a great privilege, and I mean that sincerely. But it's not easy. As a Life Skills teacher it was my duty to cover five topics: critical thinking skills, interpersonal skills, parenting, employability, and substance-abuse education. Most of the men had had these courses before. What they needed, I thought, was not more information, but rather the chance to grow in the underlying skill that turns knowledge into effective, legal, and rewarding behaviors. That underlying life skill is the ability to tell the truth.

My first epiphany as a teacher was that none of my students believed other people told the truth. In the experience of these men, telling the truth got you into a lot of trouble. They presumed I didn't tell the truth either. I assured them that I had their welfare at heart, but they told me they had every reason to believe that I was a plant for the prison authorities. They worried that if they told me something true it would get passed on to another prisoner. That could get them killed.

All of my students agreed that they knew the difference between truth and falsehood. They chose falsehood on practical grounds. Many of them sincerely felt they had no choice. We talked a lot about what people had to do to protect themselves. They kept testing me and I kept telling them the truth. Ultimately, I believe, the truth is all there is, and none of us can avoid its ramifications. Deep down I think they knew this, but they still argued vehemently for the absolute need to put off the reckoning.

When we talked about Clinton, we all pretty much agreed that he seemed to be lying. They respected him for that. And they admired him for being such a good liar. They strongly defended their faith in lies by pointing out that Clinton had respect, power, money, women, glamour - the things they wanted. They felt I was very naive in feeling so heartsick about Clinton. I should feel heartsick about them.

I eventually came to think that Clinton might have profited by being in the room with us. This conclusion was reinforced by a Hazelton Foundation video, "Criminality and Substance Abuse: Criminal Thinking Errors in Action," that I used in class. The video identities ten errors that cons make, and it is designed to help them realize that criminal thinking leads to criminality. This linking of values, actions, and consequences disturbed many of my students. They resented the implication that they could be labeled criminals. And I had serious offenders.

Here are the ten errors cited in the video:

1) Acting like a victim - nothing is your fault.
2) Seeing yourself as the good guy - avoiding responsibilities.
3) Extreme impatience when it comes to change can't seem to learn from the past.
4) Closed thinking - failure to reveal what's been going on and holding back the truth.
5) Acting like other people are our property - using people and grabbing power.
6) Giving up when things get hard - avoiding boring tasks.
7) Careless with responsibility - breaking promises.
8) Acting like you're one of a kind - thinking rules don't apply to you (you won't get caught anyway).
9) Not admitting fears - has to feel in control or feels worthless.
10) Pity Me - it's my luck that everyone is out to get me.

I do pity President Clinton. And I do see him as a con. And I hope his life plays out in such a way that he finally learns his lesson - a lesson he will ultimately be glad to learn, even though it will hurt. Hey, I'm on his side!

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This essay was first published in Commonweal: A Review of Religion Politics and Culture, vol 126, no. 3 (Feb. 12, 1999)