Writing in an Age of Silence
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Sara Paretsky
Hailed by the Washington Post as “the definition of perfection in the genre,” Sara Paretsky is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, including the renowned V.I. Warshawski series. She is one of only four living writers to have received both the Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America and the Cartier Diamond Dagger from the Crime Writers Association of Great Britain. She lives in Chicago.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5a collection of Paretsky's essays, some expanded, most having to do with her involvement in and growth through the women's movement, in her own words 'the second wave'. She's a few years older than I am, and most of what she says in unfortunately still being discussed. I think that having very supportive parents were one reason I didn't get involved much in the formal components of the women's movement, also that my personality is cautious about involvement in causes. With her family of decidedly non-supportive people, it was probably her lifeline to a successful life. Interesting if a little too polemical for me at times.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5all writers, especially crime writers, should read this book.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Paretsky writes with keen insight and deep passion about all the forces that silence women. The forces come from social pressure to "be a good girl" to sit down, shut up. They come from political machinery that doesn't allow women to vote, or buy property, or be heard in court. These forces come from cultures that treat women as slaves, as chattel, or as less than worthy to speak up in a man's world. Certain religions treat women as disposable commodities to be bartered over or discarded at will. Despite these crushing forces, women continue to be heard, in part, because of women writers who refuse to be silenced. This powerful book explores these issues and encourages women to press on and fight the good fight.
Paretsky walks the walk through her strong female protagonists and by her own example. This is an excellent book for women writers, especially young writers, to encourage them to find their voice and to use it. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is the life story of a remarkable woman,Sara Paretsky.It is also a description of how she constructs and writes her books and including a large dash of social comment. It is overall a most interesting book and will fascinate anyone who has read her books.It begins with these words - 'One of my favourite books is Caught in the Web of Words, Elizabeth Murray's loving memoir of her grandfather, James A.H.Murray,who creator the Oxford English Dictionary. I'd like to steal her title for a memoir of my own life.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I love Paretsky's writing. I would like to meet V.I and have her on my team when the going gets tough. I know more about Chicago than many other U.S. cities just from reading Paretsky's books. This memoir gives the reader some idea of how V.I came to be - what parts of Paretsky are in her. It was interesting to discover how politically aware Paretsky is and to read her insights on current American politics. I enjoyed reading the essays in this volume, but more than that, the essays made me want to see Paretsky give a talk in person. I'm sure she must be a very passionate speaker. Sometimes it would be advantageous to be a U.S. citizen.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I read this memoir in one sitting. I have always been a fan of Paretsky and appreciated her insightful comments on the USA Patriot Act and other intellectual freedom issues. Highly recommended for all librarians
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Writing in an Age of Silence - Sara Paretsky
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Introduction
One of my favorite books is Caught in the Web of Words, Elizabeth Murray’s loving memoir of her grandfather, James A. H. Murray, who created the Oxford English Dictionary. I’d like to steal her title for a memoir of my own life. Among my earliest memories, besides proudly displaying a bleeding toe when I was three—proof in my mind that I belonged with the big children—or enraging my mother by washing off my first beloved pair of red shoes under the garden hose—are books, words, the smell of new books, which to me still heralds the excitement of the first day of school.
My older brother Jeremy taught me to read when he started school. I was about four, but I don’t remember learning. I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read. Jeremy was my first and always my best teacher, patient beyond belief (until the time came when I couldn’t understand his explanation of fractions). He taught me to write, as well. When I was five and he was eight, we wrote plays that we put on for the other kids on our street.
I kept writing, all through my childhood and adolescence, stories, the occasional poem. Somehow I never wrote any other plays.
Jeremy and I read aloud to each other when we were teenagers. One summer we covered all of Shaw’s plays; another time, we sang all of Gilbert & Sullivan to each other.
When Jeremy and I were responsible for washing all the dishes for our family of seven, we played word games or sang duets while we cleaned up. He’s smarter than me and has always had a bigger vocabulary, so I started making up words to even the gap; he could never be certain whether to challenge me or not—if the word was in Webster’s, I won, if not, he did. Creating uncertainty was my only weapon, and perhaps that sharpened my powers of invention.
My brother is a gifted linguist (he speaks eleven languages and reads fifteen); one year he added French lessons to the dishwashing hour. I used to look forward to washing up. After he left for college, the chore became just that, a dull chore. I hate it to this day.
While my older brother and I read together, my next brother, Dan, and I acted out dramas. Sometimes we emulated our three military uncles by acting out the Korean or Second World Wars; at other times we were Scotland Yard Detectives. My two youngest brothers, Jonathan and Nicholas, were so very much younger than I that we didn’t often play together, but our time together was very important; I was to all intents their surrogate mother when our mother’s life became too difficult for her to deal with and she withdrew into a private hell (when they started school, they didn’t know I was their sister—they thought they had two mothers).
Before that time, our mother was an inventive storyteller. She had two long-running serials that she created for my younger brothers while she ironed. As a child, she had adored the Tom Mix movies, and she spun those into new versions, starring my brothers. I sometimes eavesdropped, spellbound by her tales.
Perhaps it doesn’t seem surprising that I became a writer, but it was, in fact, a difficult journey. This memoir traces the long path I followed from silence to speech, and the ways in which my speech has been shaped by what I’ve witnessed along the way. The book deals with the dominant question of my own life, the effort to find a voice, the effort to help others on the margins find a voice, the effort to understand and come to terms with questions of power and powerlessness. My husband says I am a pit dog, that I will go into the ring against anyone, as long as they are at least five times my size. I will turn sixty soon, but I still haven’t figured out when it’s time to walk away from a Goliath.
I have four brothers in all, three younger than I.¹ We had a childhood together that was rich in many aspects, but was also marred by the serious violence in our household. Like many violent families, we imploded on ourselves; it was hard for most of us to reach out and become connected to the larger world. My brothers are all interesting people, gifted in many ways, but it would be wrong of me to tell their stories for them, so as much as possible I have tried not to present anecdotes in which they were the key players.
I was born in Ames, Iowa, where my father was completing his PhD in bacteriology. He was a New Yorker, a City College man, but for a time in the thirties and forties, Iowa State College became home to some of the most gifted biochemists of the twentieth century as Jewish refugees from Hitler’s Europe found a home there. My father’s City College professors sent him to Iowa to study with these brilliant scientists. My mother had also gone to Iowa for graduate study; she and my father met there as students.
My father was drafted shortly after they married. He spent the Second World War in the Pacific theater; she worked for a short time in New York, living with his family, then spent the rest of the war years with her mother and her new baby, my brother Jeremy, in downstate Illinois. In 1951, my father took a position in the Bacteriology Department at the University of Kansas. My mother did not finish her advanced degree in science, nor did she work outside the home until much later in her life, when she became the children’s librarian in Lawrence, Kansas.²
Harriet Martineau wrote of a southern politician that he was born old.
This is how I often feel on looking back on my childhood.³ The first chapter in this collection, Wild Women Out of Control,
discusses that part of my life.⁴
When my parents decreed that I had to attend the University of Kansas if I was going to go to university at all, I made a private vow that I would spend my summers away from home. The first year, I earned a scholarship to Vienna to study German; the second summer, in 1966, I went to Chicago to do community service work on the city’s South Side.
The summer I spent in Chicago changed my life in almost every important way. I wasn’t then imagining that I would be a writer, but the people I worked with and the work I did shaped the way in which I looked at the world around me. Those were turbulent times, but also times of great hopefulness among those who longed for social justice. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was organizing in Chicago during the summer of 1966 and I was on the periphery of his great work. The way in which my experiences of that epoch became a major influence on my novels is the subject of the second chapter, The King and I.
My father was a mercurial man, charming, nervous, but subject to rages that were all the more bewildering because we never knew what might trigger them. For the first twenty years of my life, he dominated almost every aspect of my existence. When I finally started university, he even decided what courses I would take. It took many years of many different kinds of support–from the man I later married, from psychotherapy, but above all, from the women’s movement of the seventies—before I gained an independent voice. The third chapter explains the importance of Second Wave Feminism in my life. It was feminism that triggered my wish to write a private eye novel, and it shaped the character of my detective, V I Warshawski.⁵
The private eye is America’s unique contribution to the crime novel. It comes out of our fascination with the loner heroes of the old West. The fourth chapter, The iPod and Sam Spade,
discusses the way in which American mythology glorifies the individual often at the expense of society. I also explore the ways in which my own understanding of the individual and society invert this mythology.
The town where I grew up in the fifties was obsessed by the threat of Communism. Freedom committees, the John Birch society, and other right-wing groups monitored everything from school curricula to books in the library; they ran a sideline in monitoring whether African-Americans were using public facilities. They forced the resignation of a high school teacher because he was getting a PhD in Russian history—proof in their eyes that he was a Communist.
The McCarthy hearings, which took place when I was in primary school, left the adults in my life very cautious in what they said politically, and who they said it to. My parents had friends who were blacklisted; it’s possible that because my father had leftist relatives my mother’s military brothers were kept from being promoted.
Like all Americans, I am the descendant of immigrants. Some of my ancestors came here for adventure or to make a better living, but most of them, on both sides of my family, came here to escape religious persecution. For my paternal grandparents, America meant the difference between life and death.
I grew up with a very idealized vision of what the country should be and could be. I grew up believing in the America of the Statue of Liberty. The Lady with the Lamp said to the world, Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor/the wretched refuse of your teeming shores/send these, the weary, tempest-tossed to me/I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
When Congress passed the USA Patriot Act in the weeks following 9/11, the name of the act itself seemed to me to be Orwellian, the kind of title Stalin or Hitler or Franco might have chosen, one that tried to force people to choose sides. You are either with us or against us,
Mr. Bush famously told the world, but he was delivering the same message at home. You’re a patriot or a terrorist,
the Patriot Act screams in its very title. Indeed, in the run-up to the now-famous elections of 2006, when the Republicans lost control of Congress, Mr. Bush toured the country, proclaiming that a vote for Democrats meant, The terrorists win and America loses.
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Overnight, Congress and the President had created a law which undercut our most cherished liberties, including the right to be free from unreasonable search and seizure. In the five years since the Act was passed, we citizens have been given no credible examples of its use in stopping terrorism, but it has been extensively used to curtail civil liberties at home.
I am writing this in the late fall of 2006. I can’t possibly predict the direction the new Congress will take in redressing some of these issues, but I am troubled by their unwillingness to revisit the Military Comissions Act, or the Patriot Act, which