Recently I stumbled across something I wrote way back in high school: a fantasy retelling of The Nutcracker. It’s inspired by the ballet, of course, but also heavily influenced by J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, which I was really into at the time. It’s not my favorite bit of writing, but it’s kind of cute, so I’ve decided to post it serially on FanFiction.net in case someone else gets a kick out of it. 😉
If you like, you can find Chapter One here. There are eleven chapters total; I’ll be adding one a day from now until Christmas!
12/23/19 EDIT: Events have overtaken me, and I’ve been unable to post a chapter a day as planned… however, I will have it all posted & complete by the end of Christmas week. 🙂
To be honest…this was a somewhat disappointing year for classic literature, which is probably my fault. I set my Goodreads challenge lower than last year (only 30 books as opposed to last year’s 40). I also read far more nonfiction than fiction, making the odds of reading a superb novel quite low (and I read several superb novels in 2018).
Still, there were some great reading experiences this year, so perhaps it all turned out for the best. Here’s the highlights:
Learning Cool and Scary stuff in AI Superpowers: China, Silicon Valley, and the New World Order. My first book of the year was by far one of the best. The title is dreadfully sensational, but it was actually a well-written book, covering everything from technology to history and cultural differences. It was also my introduction to the concept of Universal Basic Income (UBI). (More on that below…)
Hanging out in the Rocky Mountains with Isabella Bird. I’m so glad I stumbled across this book at the thrift store! She was a gutsy and entertaining lady, and I got a picture of the Wild West era I’d never seen before. Really fun book.
Encountering local history and hard questions in the novel No-No Boy. This book about a young Japanese-American haunted by his citizenship was unforgettable…it might join my list of Axes, even though it really wasn’t a “great” novel. I realize that doesn’t make much sense—I guess what I’m saying is, the unique subject matter makes this a very important book in spite of its flaws.
Reading Anne Frank’s diary for the first time. Enough said.
Discussing feminism past and present for Ruth’s A Vindication of the Rights of Woman Readalong. Between the nuance of the book and the diversity of opinions, this was a fascinating and valuable experience!
Unexpectedly zipping through 12 Rules for Life. I wasn’t expecting this tome to be such a page-turner. I had my issues with it, but overall it was definitely an interesting book.
FINALLY reading Nostromo! This book was every bit as difficult and ultimately rewarding as I thought it would be. The story is undoubtedly a masterpiece by any standards; unfortunately, Conrad’s style here was just really, really dense. Either way, I’m so glad I read it, at long last.
Contemplating love and relationships with Cleo’s C. S. Lewis and Erich Fromm readalongs. And not just love, but also political science and philosophy! I really enjoyed analyzing both authors’ thoughts, comparing them with each other and with my own experiences.
Considering the future of jobs with Andrew Yang. So…as much as I enjoy the topic, I try to avoid politics on this blog, since it involves so much unpleasantness. (I consider myself a right-leaning independent with libertarian sympathies, if that matters to anyone.) That said, I have to admit I’ve been following Andrew Yang’s campaign this year with enormous interest. I’ve watched hours of interviews and commentary on his policies, as well as read both his books: The War on Normal People (2019) and Smart People Should Build Things (2014). Regardless of how you feel about his economic proposal of UBI, it’s his illustration of the automation crisis, backed up by examples and data, that is so sobering and the reality check we desperately need to hear. I highly recommend both of these books (especially The War), and they pair well with Kai-Fu Lee’s AI Superpowers.
Learning even more Scary stuff with Edward Snowden. I read Permanent Record, and my brother and I listened to the Joe Rogan interview together (yep, all 3 hours of it…though not in one sitting 🙂 ). If I had to pick one “book of the year,” it would probably be this one. It’s not merely an autobiography; it’s a portrait of an entire era and generation, those of us who spent our childhoods in a (seemingly) more innocent time and came of age post-911, and who remember a world without ubiquitous computers and tracking mechanisms. He speaks for many, which made this a phenomenal read.
Last but not least, I’m currently reading Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic, which so far is proving to be an excellent bookend (pardon the pun) to 2019’s reading.
I’d placed a library hold for Cicero’s How to Be a Friend months ago, when I joined Cleo’s dual readalong for that book and The Art of Loving. The slow wait turned out for the best, since its availability coincided with my current reading of Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic, which covers some of the same topics.
As for Seneca, he’d been sitting on my shelf for ages. I started reading him during a sad mood because he was the only thing around that didn’t feel unbearably detached from what I was going through: disillusionment with an old “friend” and fear of losing a new one. I don’t know if it’s Seneca himself or the translator Robin Campbell who’s more to be credited, but Letters really does feel like listening to a kindly mentor who manages to impart wisdom in an approachable way (his sense of humor helps). I’m only about 1/4th through but enjoying it very much.
This will not be a terribly in-depth review—will probably save that for a podcast episode—but I wanted to muse over a few things that jumped out at me.
Seneca the Younger (born ca. 4 BC) was a contemporary of Jesus, while Marcus Tullius Cicero was born in 106 BC. It seems possible Seneca was influenced by Cicero, who had been a prestigious Roman orator. Either way, they both viewed friendship or amicitia in a more serious light than either we or their contemporaries did.
To get an idea of how amiticia was popularly perceived back in the day, check out the first preview-page here of a 1965 article from the Cambridge Philosophical Society. In short, “friends” were essentially considered to be just allies, political or social, who could help you be successful in life, as long as you were willing and/or able to return the favor.
This is not unlike what society often considers friendship to mean today, especially in the context of social media where mere quantity and support (in the form of likes and comments) can be misused as a kind of friendship currency. There is no particular sense of commitment and, in some cases, even closeness. If anything goes awry, we can ignore, hide, or even block that person as if they don’t exist anymore.
By contrast, Seneca explains his perception of friendship strongly and succinctly in his 9th letter:
What is my object in making a friend? To have someone to be able to die for, someone I may follow into exile, someone for whose life I may put myself up as security and pay the price as well. The thing you describe is not friendship but a business deal, looking to the likely consequences, with advantage as its goal . . . How then can the nobler stimulus of friendship be associated with any ignoble desire?Seneca, Letter IX
This brought immediately to mind the famous verse, spoken by Jesus: “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” What I never thought about before—and which reading Seneca prompted in me—was the very implication that a friend, by definition, would be someone to die for. How many people that we call friends would we willingly, happily give up our lives for?
No more so than in the present era, the term “friend” is used so flippantly. I can’t even think of a word to represent the relationship Seneca describes. That’s pretty sad.
How Do We Choose Friends?
How to Be a Friend is written in the form of an elder, Laelius, imparting wisdom to two young men. Laelius has recently lost his dear friend, Scipio Africanus, and his listeners wish to learn about friendship and also how Laelius is handling the loss.
The underlying premise is that a friend is someone you choose, not someone you find. In fact—consistent with the devotion and sacrifice you will put into the relationship—a friend is someone you should choose very carefully (more carefully than many people choose their significant others!).
There were many great pieces of advice here. I will just share a sampling:
- Friendship is an impulse of love, so take care not to love too quickly. Cicero recommends waiting till adulthood to form long-lasting friendships, because at that point, you have (hopefully) established some degree of stability in your own life and views.
- Virtue must be the basis for friendship. “Real friendship cannot be the child of poverty and need,” and if, at core, you’re simply looking to get something out of the person (or vice-versa) the friendship cannot be virtuous or sincere. This can occur, Cicero warns, when one person wants to take the relationship in a romantic or sexual direction, seeing the friendship as only a means to that end.
- In relation to the previous point: “Never ask a friend to do anything shameful, and don’t do anything shameful if asked.”
- A friend is “someone you can talk to about everything as if you were speaking to yourself.” Choose one who is honest and sympathetic, doesn’t value rank or money over your relationship, has the same values and interests, won’t spread rumors about you, and isn’t a mere flatterer.
- “Love after you have judged” rather than “judge after you have loved.”
If you can manage to make a true friendship, that friend will be with you even when they are not present (or even dead). This comforts Laelius in his mourning.
A Place for Hope
There is a lot of truth in both of these writings, and they left me somewhat encouraged. I do feel there is a missing element: the “rainy day” scenario, when a dear friendship seems threatened or already lost. For that, I would just add a quote from the Christian philosopher Kierkegaard:
…he who was your friend, it is still possible that he can again become your friend; it is possible that he who was sunk the deepest, alas, because he stood so high, it is still possible that he can be raised up again; it is still possible that the love which has turned cold can burn again – therefore never give up any man, not even at the last moment; do not despair. No, hope all things!
Søren Kierkegaard, Works of Love (1847)