Monday, February 18, 2013

102 Minutes: The Definitive Account of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers


102 Minutes: The Definitive Account of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers by Jim Dwyer and Kevin Flynn tells the stories of firefighters, police officers and the people themselves who were inside both towers of the World Trade Center on the morning of 11 September 2001. The authors interviewed survivors and the relatives of those who died and compiled their narrative from all forms of communication coming into and going out of both towers that day. Police radio reports, helicopter recordings, 911 calls, E-mails, cellphone conversations and even announcements made in the towers picked up on saved cellphone conversations all capture the sense of the unknown, then the horror of what it was like to be in the World Trade Center as terror rained down.
 
The workers at 1 World Trade at first believed that a bomb had gone off, a repeat of the act of terrorism that first struck the WTC in February 1993. Unlike the bombing, the disaster that struck the tower this time left no escape route for those who were above the impact zone. Phone calls home filled with confidence that a rescue would soon be underway soon turn into desperation then resignations of imminent death and final "I love you"'s as the people in the highest storeys are choked into breaking windows for fresh air. The authors describe the feelings of the firefighters on duty that day:

"Worst of all were the thunderous, percussive claps as bodies hit the building canopy. So many people from the upper floors were jumping, even now, just minutes after the crash, that the chief went over to the public-address system, not realizing it had been rendered inoperable by the plane.
"'Please don't jump,' he spoke into the dead microphone. 'We're coming up for you.'"

Those who were in the second tower immediately after the first tower was hit received mixed messages from the Port Authority Police Department whether or not to evacuate. Dwyer and Flynn documented recordings made by officers working in the same department, instructing people either to remain on their floor or to leave the building immediately. Your life depended on whom you spoke to. Most tragic of all were the stories of those who evacuated to the lobby only to be told that the building was secure and that it was safe to return to one's office. Those that did, even if their office was below the impact zone, had a hellish second descent down dozens of flights of smoke-filled stairs.

A monumental failure that cost hundreds of lives was the poor and in some cases nonexistent level of communication between the police and fire departments. Each department regarded itself as its own island, ignoring the efforts of the others even while fires were raging and chunks of the tower were falling upon them. No system of shared information was in place, and even when crucial information was known (such as the collapse of the south tower) it was impossible to deliver such a message to those most in harm's way. The authors relate numerous stories where police officers race down the north tower stairs, passing groups of firefighters gathered together on different floors.

102 Minutes tells the stories of those trapped above the impact zones who tried to make it to the roof. Helicopter rescues were in fact considered by the pilots circling the towers but landing atop the blazing, smoking towers was impossible, as was the idea of lowering rescue crews down on ropes. The intense heat alone could compromise the ability of the helicopters to stay aloft by weakening the updrafts if they got too close. The doors to the roofs were locked anyway, however I wonder if there might have been an attempt by any would-be rescuers who landed on the roof to break them open from the outside.

Many heroes lost their lives that day. 102 Minutes has a photos section and it is sad to see photos of these firefighters, police officers and WTC employees in the midst of rescuing people, only to read their names at the end of the book marking those who died in the collapse. Moira Smith from the New York Police Department is in a photograph escorting a man from 2 WTC. Sadly, she died inside the tower, no doubt in her attempt to rescue more people. Frank de Martini and Pablo Ortiz, who worked on the 88th floor of the first tower which was right below the impact zone, rescued people from offices up to the 91st floor, before being blocked by damaged staircases taking them any further. Both men lost their lives in rescuing others.

In 102 Minutes your heart will race, your hands will sweat and you will not pay attention to anything else other than the page you're reading. It was a harrowing read.
 

Monday, February 11, 2013

The AIDS Conspiracy: Science Fights Back


I process the new books that come into my department at the Central Library and The AIDS Conspiracy: Science Fights Back by Nicoli Nattrass caught my attention. The gay press sometimes devotes space to articles on the "AIDS conspiracy", which Nattrass defines as:

"AIDS conspiracy theories range from the claim that the HIV is a man-made bioweapon, to the 'AIDS denialist' assertions that HIV is harmless and antiretroviral drugs themselves cause AIDS."

Neither of these claims holds any scientific water, and Nattrass, the director of the AIDS and Society Research Unit at the University of Cape Town and thus a qualified scientist, is more than competent to refute the allegations.

The AIDS Conspiracy doesn't just address the issues raised by the conspirators and denialists then prove them wrong with scientific data, but goes deeper in trying to understand what makes conspiracies believable, how the AIDS conspiracy got a foothold and never let go, and how conspirators and denialists make their points by deception, attack and convenient ignorance. When AIDS broke out in the early eighties, I was in high school and remember the three main targets of the disease: gay men, intravenous drug users and Haitians. All three at that time in their own way were marginalized, or considered less desirable or even expendable when compared to straight white Americans. That none of those people were dying of the disease cast suspicions on the etiology of AIDS. It is understandable that questions would be raised about its demographic body count.

Nattrass, who backed up her 163 pages with hundreds of endnotes and 24 pages of references, never stated a point without backing it up in the scientific literature. The conspirators and denialists, however, are prone to emotional rhetoric, skewed data manipulation or, more often, simply cherry-picking facts out of context. It was most interesting to read about Christine Maggiore, a "living icon for the AIDS denialist movement", who although HIV+ disputed science and campaigned against the use of antiretroviral drugs. She herself never took them, nor did she practise safe sex, nor take precautions when her daughter was born (for example, by not breast-feeding her). When her daughter died at the age of three--due to AIDS-related pneumonia--Maggiore, ever the denialist, rejected the coroner's report and claimed that she had died as a result of an allergic reaction to an antibiotic. Maggiore herself succumbed to AIDS a mere three years after receiving her HIV+ diagnosis. Both mother and daughter most definitely would have had longer lives, and perhaps still be alive today, if they had taken antiretrovirals.

Maggiore had a role in one of Africa's most tragic cases caused by AIDS denialism. South African President Thabo Mbeki invited her among other AIDS denialists to a summit in 2000. This meeting would change the way HIV+ South Africans would live out the remainder of their lives. South Africa, the nation with the highest number of HIV+ and AIDS cases, was going to endure what is tantamount to a government-sponsored AIDS genocide. The Minister of Health at the time, Manto Tshabalala-Msimang, rejected the theory that HIV caused AIDS and believed that antiretrovirals were toxic. Thus she banned them from the country, promoting an organic, nutrition-based cure for AIDS instead. Over ten years it is believed that 343,000 died as a result of this denialist policy:

"In practice, Mbeki was not merely 'questioning' HIV science or simply attempting to foster debate: he was actively choosing sides by preventing the introduction of proven lifesaving drugs into a country in the grip of a rampant AIDS epidemic."

Some South African provinces wilfully ignored the policy and obtained antiretrovirals and no doubt saved thousands of lives.

Nattrass slams medical journals that are not peer-reviewed. It seems unthinkable that some journals can publish such articles uncontested, yet it is these very journals and their dramatic pronouncements that catch the attention of political figures such as Mbeki, and which remain in electronic library databases.

At times The AIDS Conspiracy was a slow read. I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I spent an entire hour on the first nine pages alone. The title and cover sure made the book seem exciting but the first chapter certainly wasn't. Having to flip back and forth--for the 634 endnotes--made the reading experience a loathsome chore. I understand why Nattrass needed to include so many notes, yet by chapter five (of eight) I got so sick and tired of it that I read the remainder of the endnotes all at once when I had finished the book.  

Monday, February 4, 2013

Babel No More: The Search for the World's Most Extraordinary Language Learners


When I first heard about Babel No More: The Search for the World's Most Extraordinary Language Learners by Michael Erard, I knew that it was a book I would have to read. I have long been fascinated not merely by polyglots, but specifically by hyperpolyglots and the limits of language acquisition. When I was a child I longed to study a foreign language, and I didn't get my first exposure until French classes in grade six. At the same time, my 1977 edition of the Guinness Book of World Records stated, under the category "Greatest Linguist":

"According to some uncompleted and hence as yet unpublished researches, the most proficient linguist in history was Sir John Bowring (1792-1872), who was said to be able to read 200 languages and speak 100.

"The greatest living linguist is probably Georges Schmidt (b. Strasbourg, France, in 1915) of the United Nations Translation Department in New York City, who can reputedly speak fluently in 30 languages and has been prepared to embark on the translation of 36 others."

These extremes of hyperpolyglottery are known more to myth than science. Bowring isn't mentioned in Babel No More, wherein Erard travels the world to research those from the past and present who have claimed to know literally dozens of languages.

Before I even opened the book, I was intrigued by this comment on the back cover:

"Erard gets beneath the surface of the hyperpolyglot, piercing the myth of perfect competence, to show the actual landscape of motives, obstacles, and satisfactions that texture the world of long-distance language-learners."

The myth of perfect competence. What was Erard going to discover? Were these Guinness language champions all fakes?

Erard starts his investigation by travelling to Bologna where he researches the archives of Giuseppe Mezzofanti, a cardinal who claimed to speak 72 languages. While on the train en route to Bologna, he feels the limits of his own linguistic capabilities:

"And let me tell you, there's nothing like a trip on a European train to make a white American fellow realize that English, his cradle and this throne, has also been his prison. Sitting with a guy who speaks five languages (four of which he wasn't native to) was intimidating."

The scientific record has shown that there are indeed limits to language acquisition, specifically the capacity to be fluent. Erard profiles many hyperpolyglots and while they may be able to read and translate dozens of languages, they cannot speak many of them. They thus have a level of fluency but it is not total fluency. When these hyperpolyglots are subject to rigorous linguistic testing, Erard encounters the same language limit time after time. When assessing the level of perfect competence, where one can slide effortlessly from language to language while maintaining the appropriate accent, without confusing words and without needing to stop to think of what to say, where one is conversing as closely as possible at the level of a native speaker, the language limit is six. Only six languages. A hyperpolyglot by definition can speak six or more languages fluently, and all of the people profiled in Babel No More do. So why set the limit at six? All of the hyperpolyglots study and review their languages. It is an ongoing process. Many of them intensify their levels of study prior to an exam in order to increase their levels of fluency. However well they may be able to speak these additional languages, they cannot speak them as well as their "first six". These hyperpolyglots will even be able to converse quite well in as many as twenty languages (which is the international extreme for any linguist subject to a battery of tests) but this is only a temporary result. Hyperpolyglots often file their languages away into their mental banks, taking them out to review as the need arises. They are not, however, fluent in these languages prior to such intensive review. In an interview with hyperpolyglot Gregg Cox, Erard learns:

"When Cox and I sat down to talk again, I asked him if there were any myths about hyperpolyglots. He immediately replied, 'That they can jump back and forth between all their languages. That's the biggest myth. I've met several other polyglots, and we've been able to bounce back and forth in seven or eight languages, but not further than that,' he said. 'The most languages that I've ever had back and forth with somebody was seven.'"

How does a hyperpolyglot do it? What skills must one possess in order to amass seven languages fluently, much less twenty? Erard has two theories:

"Possible explanations for talented language learning fall into two general areas. One view says: What matters is a person's sense of mission and dedication to language learning. You don't need to describe high performers as biologically exceptional, because what they do is the product of practice. Anyone can become a foreign-language expert--even an adult. In fact (the story goes), language learners run the gamut, and the successful ones represent the very, very successful end of this spectrum. Their native languages may be as jealous as anyone else's, but somehow these people aren't held back from hearing and producing new sounds, words, and grammatical patterns. Believing that language learning isn't easy and takes work, they commit themselves to using time efficiently."

In my own language studies after I left university, I sought courses that fulfilled certain requirements. In order to attain optimal results of the language at the level I was learning, I looked for courses taking place in locations where the language was spoken every day. Also, the language of instruction had to be the language I was in fact learning, thus it had to be a total immersion program. I was also looking for intensive courses, with many hours of study and lots of homework. In my Finnish and Romansch courses, I found exactly that. While one can certainly learn Finnish in Toronto, I did not want to opt for courses that were part-time and, if I enrolled at the University of Toronto, would have been offered only once every two or three years. I had to live in a Finnish environment where the classroom experience continued once the lessons were over. I got to apply the language on the streets of Helsinki immediately. When I started studying Romansch, I wanted to immerse myself in a Swiss community where this endangered minority language was still spoken as an everyday language. One can study Romansch in metropolitan Swiss cities like Fribourg, but once the lessons were over for the day, there wouldn't be anything in Romansch to read or anyone to talk to. I can't tell you how thrilled I was to go to the Swiss village of Laax to learn Romansch, then go to the post office and purchase stamps, all while speaking the local language. Erard even says:

"I admire people who were such fans of Japanese anime that they took up the language. Living and working in a context where multiple languages are used, and where learning and using them are socially and materially rewarded, are big assets, especially if that place respects a 'something and something' view of languages--where one's capacity in languages, at whatever level, is regarded as meaningful multilingualism."

Another reason I excelled in my Finnish and Romansch courses is that I was highly motivated. I took a leave of absence from work in order to study Finnish for three months. As such I did not get paid for this leave. I had a mission: to go to Finland to study Finnish, and I had better succeed as the trip was costing me a lot of time as well as money. As the only Canadian (ever) in the Romansch program, where the overwhelming majority of students were in fact Swiss citizens, I had invested a lot of money as well. Each of the four times I have been to Switzerland has been a working vacation. Motivation is a powerful force behind success or failure.

Erard however has a second explanation for hyperpolyglot language acquisition:

"The other view says: Something neurological is going on. We may not know exactly what the mechanisms are, but we can't explain exceptional outcomes fully through training or motivation."

Two substantial parts of Babel No More are devoted to brain mechanics and neurolinguistics. I found all the brain talk quite boring, as Erard discussed which parts of the brain served this or that function. Erard likened the brain to a globe and annoyingly referred to certain parts or lobes by their corresponding geographical land mass. I really didn't find it amusing whenever he'd refer to temporal lobes as "India" or elsewhere in the brain as "the Gulf of Mexico". He discovered patterns among the hyperpolyglots he profiled in the book as well as in many of the others he interviewed. In an interview with hyperpolyglot Alexander Arguelles:

"'I don't know many women who collect stamps or coins,' Alexander said to me on one of my visits. He wanted to know if I had ever considered polyglottery as a kind of collecting behavior, perhaps an obsessive one. Maybe it would explain why so many hyperpolyglots were men."

and:

"Why are there more male hyperpolyglots? One answer is that speaking a lot of languages is a geek macho thing."

The first quote could have been said by me. How many times have I told people that "I collect minority languages"?

The majority of the profiles in Babel No More are indeed of men. Why then are there so few women who pursue, and sometimes obsessively study, dozens of foreign languages?

One of the most striking observances was:

"For instance, people who reported knowing six or more languages and who said that learning foreign languages was easier for them were more likely to report homosexual behaviors, preferences, and/or orientations than would be predicted. This finding was statistically significant."

When I attended language courses in university I was often the only male in class. Most of the other men, what few there were, were gay. This was also my observance in my Romansch courses in Switzerland. What is it that draws gay men to languages, or specifically in this case, to wanting to learn many languages? Does gayness precede avid language acquisition, or rather, since my belief is that no one is born gay and that homosexuality is entirely an acquired, learned, or "nurtured" orientation, could multilingualism be one of no doubt many environmental causes of homosexuality? Does a mind that is more adaptable to language acquisition bend itself towards homosexuality? Would I become straight if I was monolingual?

Some of the hyperpolyglots mirrored my own life to eerie proportions. Many of them exhibited Geschwind-Galaburda traits of being gay as well as being spatially limited and, if I do say so myself, verbally gifted. At least two of the hyperpolyglots in Babel No More do not drive because they feel they would be utterly hopeless behind the wheel. I myself would not be the first language student who didn't know how to drive a car. I have tried projecting myself into the driver's seat on many occasions and all I do is cause accidents. I have often said that the only way I would learn to drive a car is if I won one, but even then, if I won a lot of money in addition to the car, I'd hire a driver.

Successful language learners adapt teaching methods to their own personal styles. I was laughing out loud as I read of Erard's technique in his attempt to learn Russian:

"I wanted to be studying Russian. So I invented some games to make the best of it--which, I realize now, is what a prisoner does. It's common sense that when you teach the words for family members, you ask students to bring in photos of their real families, to tap into one's emotions as a pedagogical aid; I've taught it myself that way, when I taught English in Taiwan. Because Bombastic [Erard's nickname for his Russian teacher] did not exert such effort, we sat pointing to imaginary photos. This is my mother, she is a doctor. This is my father, he is an architect.
The best solution: outdo the absurdity. "This is my mother," I said to Elizabeth, pointing at an imaginary photo, reciting aloud to the class. "She is a woman who works on asphalt."
"So is mine!" Elizabeth said.
"This is my father." I said. "He is a veterinarian of elephants."
"So is mine!" Elizabeth said.
Some classmates chuckled. Others were astonished. Bombastic let fly a smirk."

In my later years of high school, and throughout university, whenever I engaged in conversation classes or group tutorials I always turned the tables on my topics of discussion. Whenever we had to prepare a dialogue to recite later in class, I opened the floodgates to all the sick humour I could muster, which made the exercises fun--imagine poring over a German dictionary researching terms to describe gangrenous corpses--and I can still remember to this day how one would say "I have a horrific cancerous growth on my face" auf deutsch.

No matter who the hyperpolyglot is: male or female, straight or gay, immersed in a multilingual home or not, all of the subjects profiled in Babel No More are intense studiers who pursue languages primarily for the love of it. These men and women love to study, they love learning new words, new grammars and discovering literary treasures hidden by the veneer of language. I am inspired by their stories, and know from personal experience as well as their own, that it is never too late to learn a new language.



Monday, January 28, 2013

Titanic Lives: On Board, Destination Canada


One of the many new books published on the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic is this account of the Canadian connection on board. Titanic Lives: On Board, Destination Canada by Rob Rondeau tells the story of ten individuals, some of whom were Canadian and some who travelled on the Titanic headed for Canada. Not all of the passengers Rondeau profiles survived, yet he tells their stories leading up to the disaster as well as the survivors' stories afterward. At 112 pages, Titanic Lives is packed with photos and is supplemented by additional chapters talking about such themes as the ship's cuisine, the White Star Line and early twentieth-century fashions. That there are so many supplementary chapters--annoyingly inserted in the middle of the chapters about the Canadian passengers, forcing the reader to stick a finger in place so as not to forget to backtrack--meant that the length of each biography was quite short and left me with a lot of unanswered questions.

Some stories broke my heart, especially that of Bess Allison, seen in the lower right of the front cover, who was already aboard a lifeboat with her two-year-old daughter yet scrambled out when she heard that her husband Hudson was being loaded into a lifeboat on the other side of the ship. She never found him, and she and her daughter, as well as her husband, all perished. The Allisons' infant son Trevor, unbeknownst to either Bess or Hudson, was rescued by his nurse. Their baby was the only family member who survived, but he too met a premature end, when he died at the age of eighteen, likely of food poisoning. The title of Bess Allison's chapter is subtitled "Tragedy Personified", and when you read her story, you realize, sadly, how true it is.

Rondeau could have used another editor, as he made frequent errors in the story of William Edwy Ryerson, a former professional soldier who was trying to make ends meet by working as a second-class dining room steward on board. Ryerson had plenty of experience specifically as a mounted soldier, fighting in southern Africa and India. Rondeau though transposes "cavalry" with "calvary":

"His next foray would take him even farther afield, fighting in India with a British calvary unit."

and in the end uses "calvary" more often than the correct term.

The Titanic's senior wireless operator was Jack Phillips, yet Rondeau misspells his surname with only one L every time except, oddly, when listing his sources (i.e., RMS Titanic and the Jack Phillips Story).

The final glaring errors occurred whenever Rondeau attempted to write a possessive plural. He always added a superfluous final S:

"What is known is that upon reaching New York aboard Carpathia, the Allisons's nursemaid lied to authorities when she was asked her name."

Titanic Lives tells the stories of the rich and famous (Harry Markland Molson, of Molson Brewery) as well as the scandalously infamous (showgirl of questionable repute Berthe de Villiers) and the accompanying photos make for an experience as if you were looking through the passengers' century-old photo albums. Titanic Lives is a fine introduction to the Canadian side of Titanica.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

The Value of Nothing by Raj Patel

HarperCollins Canada, c2009

At first glance this looks like it should be an engaging narrative nonfiction book along the lines of something by Michael Lewis or Malcolm Gladwell.  But beyond its catchy title, the book was a rather dry economics treatise.  That being said, the basic issue of how much things should be worth is an interesting question.  

We place economic value on goods and services, which are usually out of sync with their true costs.  The author delves into costs incurred by companies (i.e. the generator of the good or service), and additional costs that are passed (intentionally or not) to others - usually to the Government (and taxpayers).  These costs include environmental damages and cleanup, corporate subsidies, and social costs.  

There is also a disparity between assigned economic prices for things artificially considered "valuable," and things that are critical to life (air, water, shelter, food etc.).  How valuable is water?  Can you assign it a price?  How do you balance the rights of people around the world to clean water, with the "right" of corporations to extract water to sell to others?

Discussion Questions

  1. How easy was this book to follow?
  2. What is a “market society,” and do you think we live in one?
  3. Does money buy happiness?
  4. Is there anything we can do to bring attention to the real cost (ecological cost etc.) of goods?  How should these be paid?
  5. Should society compensate people who contribute to society/the human species, but aren’t a part of the market or labour force as such?
  6. What in our world should remain in common hands?  Food, water, shelter etc?
  7. What are the problems of assigning a market price to things we value?
  8. If our society is unsustainable, how and when do you think things will crash?  Has this process already started? 
  9. The author kind of danced around this question, but, what is your opinion of private property?
  10. Is there anything that this book should have discussed, but didn’t?


Monday, January 21, 2013

Escape from Camp 14: One Man's Remarkable Odyssey from North Korea to Freedom in the West


Escape from Camp 14: One Man's Remarkable Odyssey from North Korea to Freedom in the West by Blaine Harden is the third account I have read about life in North Korea's prison camps, after The Aquariums of Pyongyang and Eyes of the Tailless Animals. Unlike those two accounts, however, Escape from Camp 14 was not written by a prisoner. Shin Dong Hyuk was interviewed by Harden after he escaped to South Korea and then after he moved to the United States. Using the preceding two books as a reference, I have my doubts about the veracity of the testimony made by Shin. Harden writes:

"In writing this book, I have sometimes struggled to trust him. He misled me in our first interview about his role in the death of his mother, and he continued to do so in more than a dozen interviews. When he changed his story, I became worried about what else he might have made up.

"Fact-checking is not possible in North Korea. Outsiders have not visited its political prison camps. Accounts of what goes on inside them cannot be independently verified. Although satellite images have greatly added to outside understanding of the camps, defectors remain the primary sources of information, and their motives and credibility are not spotless. In South Korea and elsewhere, they are often desperate to make a living, willing to confirm the preconceptions of human rights activists, anticommunist missionaries, and right-wing ideologues. Some camp survivors refuse to talk unless they are paid cash upfront. Others repeated juicy anecdotes they had heard but not personally witnessed."

So caveat emptor. Although any eyewitness story to the horrors of the North Korean prison camps should not be denied, I nonetheless found Escape from Camp 14 the least believable. The story was lightweight and since Harden and Shin needed to communicate by interpreters, I got the impression that much was missed and padded by Harden's own imagination. Since the story was told in the third person, it actually detracted from my own sensitivity toward the horrors of the camp. I would have had a dripping heart had the story been told by Shin himself.

Unlike the authors of the two preceding books, Shin was actually born in a prison camp. He was the product of a "reward marriage", a rare privilege awarded to exemplary prisoners. Shin's mother and father were selected to marry by prison officials and although they were not allowed to live together, they were given a few conjugal visits per year.

Shin and an older brother lived with their mother in Camp 14 in central North Korea. Unlike all the other prisoners, the Shin boys never knew life outside the brutality of the prison camp. This was their life from the day they were born: starvation, witness to executions, beatings, sleep deprivation and unbearable labour.

As Soon Ok Lee says in Eyes of the Tailless Animals, the prisoners were like animals, acting without feeling or compassion for anyone. It was a constant fight for survival, and no one was exempt from being a victim, not even one's own mother: 

"When he [Shin] was in the camp--depending upon her for all his meals, stealing her food, enduring her beatings--he saw her as competition for survival."

Shin despised his family, and when he discovered that his mother and brother were planning to escape, he sneaked off in the middle of the night and reported them to a guard. Instead of being rewarded for his vigilance, Shin was taken to an underground prison and tortured for seven months as the guards sought his role in their planned escape. When he was finally freed he hated his mother and brother even more. Once taken outside to see daylight for the first time in seven months, he was led to the camp's execution ground, where he was forced to witness in the front row the executions of his mother and brother:

"When guards dragged her to the gallows, Shin saw that his mother looked bloated. They forced her to stand on a wooden box, gagged her, tied her arms behind her back, and tightened a noose around her neck. They did not cover her swollen eyes.
She scanned the crowd and found Shin. He refused to hold her gaze.
When guards pulled away the box, she jerked about desperately. As he watched his mother struggle, Shin thought she deserved to die.
Shin's brother looked gaunt and frail as guards tied him to the wooden post. Three guards fired their rifles three times. Bullets snapped the rope that held his forehead to the pole. It was a bloody, brain-splattered mess of a killing, a spectacle that sickened and frightened Shin, But he thought his brother, too, had deserved it."

Not a single tear shed.

Fellow prisoners Shin meets give him ideas of what life is like on the other side of the electric fence. Shin learns about his own country--he had never even heard of Pyongyang--as well as other countries and foods. He never tasted meat except for rats and frogs he would catch in the camp to quash the constant hunger pains. One new prisoner tells him about the delicacies of meat, which took on a different meaning for Shin:

"Freedom, in Shin's mind, was just another word for grilled meat."

Shin latches on to a new yet much older prisoner and they devise their own plan to escape. The escape is the best part of the book. It is suspenseful and I will not spoil the story of their flight from Camp 14, other than to say you will be riveted to each page and your eyes will not blink as you read how they got past the deadly electric fence. Shin then makes his way through the northern part of the country and into China. Harden left a chunk of the story on the editor's floor as he does not inform the reader how Shin managed to get into South Korea from China. It was one sentence he was in China, and the next sentence Shin was in Seoul. Harden did write about other defectors' travels from China through Asian nations like Thailand, Laos and Vietnam, and he did write about defector-smuggling organized rings. Perhaps he did this in lieu of reporting Shin's own story. Shin has a habit of clamming up during Harden's interviews and it is possible he never told him any of these details.

A lifetime since birth of being in a cruel, loveless society as a prison camp causes untold harm to a human being. Shin may be living in freedom but he still sees himself as a prisoner:

"I escaped physically. I haven't escaped psychologically."

He has difficulty trusting anyone, as trust always betrayed him in Camp 14, nor can he look anyone in the eye when speaking to them. Shin acknowledges that he is on a slow road to recovery, yet his current role as a speaker for North Korean human rights groups is helping him seize control of his life.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Unbuilt Toronto: A History of the City that Might Have Been


For those who love Toronto history, Unbuilt Toronto: A History of the City that Might Have Been by Mark Osbaldeston is a book unlike all others. Instead of telling the story of Toronto's past as we remember it, Unbuilt Toronto tells the story behind the plans and blueprints that never saw the light of day. How might our city have looked had these architectural proposals been carried out?

I enjoyed every single page of this book. I truly did not want to put it down. I grew up in Toronto and reminisced as I looked at the photos of the city from the late sixties and early seventies. Unbuilt Toronto is full of photos--147 to be exact--and there isn't a double-page spread among its 255 pages where there isn't at least one photo included. Some space-age ideas floated their way past city councils and the Toronto that we now know could have been extended out to sea where a sprawling Harbour City would have taken shape, as in Dubai. In Project Toronto, Buckminster Fuller proposed a twenty-storey pyramid and a harbour city that floated. I'd hate to have moved into a floating Fuller condo only to find out that it made me seasick.

Reasons for all of these projects never coming to fruition, and remaining unbuilt, are easy enough to imagine: lack of funds, changes in government (where new administrations later nixed the ideas), and economic downturns. The voice of the people in the form of protest was also a factor behind sending some projects' blueprints to the shredder; the most notorious example being the cancellation of the
Spadina Expressway
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Some construction proposals, such as a bridge or tunnel to the Toronto Islands or the Toronto City Centre (Island) Airport, have been in the works off and on for years. At the time of publication in 2008, Osbaldeston writes:

"Proposals for island bridges (and tunnels) have come up regularly since Lennox's time. David Miller swept to office on the promise of defeating the last proposal in 2003. It would seem then that that idea has been put to rest. But who knows? The century is still young."

Too young. In early 2012, work commenced on a pedestrian tunnel, which would spell the end of the island airport ferry service.