Discussing The Giver’s Relevance in GIFs

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South African schools don’t really study The Giver by Lois Lowry as prescribed reading, so I finally read it last weekend. I had been putting it off for years but it is such a quick and easy read that I could read it in an afternoon.

Guys, I had so many thoughts about it afterwards. On GoodReads I gave it a pretty high rating, BECAUSE THERE WAS NO “QUESTION-MARK” OPTION! I have never felt so conflicted about a book before. Okay, maybe once before, in Lord of the Flies, after that whole thing with the rock happened. That was unnecessary.

So my thoughts went something like this:

THIS PLACE SOUNDS AMAZING. THIS IS A UTOPIA. CAN I LIVE THERE? GET ME A REAL-ESTATE AGENT, STAT! 

Because seriously. Everybody gets the job that suits them best? Awesome. Everybody has access to the same things? Fantastic. It’s like the whole idealistic Marxism thing EXCEPT IT ACTUALLY WORKS. Which it never would in real life because of power-hungry people and stuff.

And then, in the back of my mind, this tiny voice asked, “I wonder how Lowry is going to ruin this for us?”

And BAM! No colour. No memories. But – but… history is one of my favorite things!!

As a dystopian novel (now remember, this is a Middle Grade book published in 1993) it was pretty wonderful. I thought Lowry’s writing was lovely and descriptive and gripping. Stylistically, it was good. I enjoyed reading it.

But I was also annoyed.

I don’t like biases and propaganda. I realise that there is bias and propaganda in most anything we see or read or hear, but The Giver is BLATANT. Lowry makes it pretty clear that she equates Sameness with socialism/communism, and so she draws the parallel of evil. This isn’t really surprising because she was born in the 1930s so war and the Cold War were her childhood milieu. The thing is, the parallels are almost TOO easy to pick up on (much like in Animal Farm). The difference is that Animal Farm, to my mind, illustrated the progression of history, whereas The Giver tried to give history qualities it never had.

I should probably reiterate:

I REALLY LIKED THIS STORY! I just didn’t like… some other stuff.

So my biggest issue is that Lowry presents us with a false dichotomy. In The Giver, there is Sameness, and the only way for order to be maintained is to eliminate difference and therefore also eliminate colour and pain and pleasure. And making babies is bad. And euthanasia happens all the time. Because duh, that’s totally what socialism is all about!

The presentation is as if these two are inseparable – which we know is not the case since the Bastion of Democracy in our world is known for her Big Brother-esque behaviours these days.

I don’t think that The Giver is a bad book to read, but I do think we have now reached an age in World History where we should realise that the capitalism vs. socialism debate runs deeper than our shallow arguments; and that it is simply not as black and white as we may have been taught in school. It is not the way of life in The Giver that brings about trouble, it is the choices individual leaders have made – which could have been made by ANY hypothetical governing system.

On the subject of false dichotomies (and here it becomes less political and more airy-fairy) I don’t believe this whole “you can’t have pleasure without pain” trope. You can’t have peace without war? Bullshit.

There is no such thing as cold. There is only the absence of heat energy. If you do not know warmth, you will not understand cold; BUT you do not need the cold to understand warmth. It is NOT a two-way street.

Therefore the idea that we must somehow prefer a world without love because it will also be a world without hate and terror is way too simplistic. I love colour and I love music and gosh, I adore the beauty that is the diversity of our world and our cultures but I would never, EVER try to impress upon anybody that it somehow makes up for the presence of suffering. 

IT DOES NOT.

As for the movie:

I liked it. It didn’t reek of a political message as much – it was made to be one of those dystopian movies we’ve come to love-and-hate. It still has the same underlying dichotomies but they’re a little less blatant. Some minor changes are made that don’t really affect the plot much, but better the progression of the movie and the understanding for those who haven’t read the book. And the kids are older when they get their assignments, which suits me fine because seriously, twelve is too young for that ish!

Have you read the book? Watched the movie? Tell me what you think! Agree with me! Disagree with me! Tell me stuff!

Book Review: The Country of Ice Cream Star

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My name be Ice Cream Fifteen Star. This be the tale of how I bring the cure to all  the Nighted States, save every poory children, brief for life. Is how a city die for selfish love, and rise from this same smallness.  Be how the new America begin, in wars against all hope – a country with no power in a world that hate its life.  So been the faith I sworn, and it ain’t evils in no world nor cruelties in no red hell can change the vally heart of Ice Cream Star.

In the ruins of a future America, fifteen-year-old Ice Cream Star and her people survive by scavenging in the detritus of an abandoned civilization. Theirs is a world of children – by the time they reach the age of twenty, each of them will die of the disease they call posies. Continue reading

Book Review: The Last Lecture

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This year I rather bravely attempted a bookish challenge, consisting of reading many different genres.

For the Philosophy category I read The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch.

For those of you who want to point out that this book isn’t actually philosophy, besides being philosophical… I get that now. But it was filed under philosophy and I didn’t know any better. Sigh.

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Book Tour and Giveaway: Praise of Motherhood

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Phil Jourdan’s Praise of Motherhood is a memoir of sorts – a memoir of mourning. When his mother dies unexpectedly, Jourdan is left with memories of a mother who supported him through his troubled childhood, a mother who surely had some secret life, a mother who was his mother unabashed, regardless of any perceived faults.

His loss is accompanied by the useless platitudes from those who mourn with him. Jourdan writes candidly about his response to these good intentions.

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Book Review: 1Q84

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This year I rather bravely attempted a bookish challenge, consisting of reading many different genres.

For the Modern Fiction category I read 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami.

I’m not going to enjoy writing this review. Because, to be clear from the get-go, I did not enjoy this book. The 1108 pages (ebook version) went by painfully slowly. It took me more than a month to finish.

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