Tuesday, June 16, 2015

No Bird Ever Soared in a Calm: A Review of The Wright Brothers

David McCullough takes on the subject of the mystery of flight and the dynamic duo who tamed the winds in his latest work, The Wright Brothers. McCullough is regarded as one of the greatest historians of our time, giving us Pulitzer Prize winners John Adams and Truman, and this slender volume on one of man's greatest achievements is no disappointment. At just a little over 300 pages, this novel is a breeze to read, both for the length and McCullough's flowing prose. Three sections of photographs enhance the reading experience, and quotes from the papers of both Wilbur and Orville Wright help the readers get to know these two brilliant men who forever changed the course of aviation.


 One of the things that I really like about McCullough's book is that he highlights the differences between these two brothers, but then demonstrates how they functioned almost as twins. While Orville (on the right, wearing the snappy socks) is described as being the better dresser of the two, painfully shy in public, but a real prankster at home, Wilbur (on the left) is depicted as much more serious and less concerned with his outward appearance. However, these two brothers completed each other, and while they fought over many aspects of their flying machine, in the end it was their teamwork that resulted in the historic first flight at Kitty Hawk.


A lot of times when thinking about the first flight, we simply see the image above and think, "Wow, that's great!" However, this book really drives home the fact that it took YEARS for the brothers to get to the point where Orville (pictured in the flyer) and Wilbur were ready for the takeoff captured in the photo above. Wilbur was not the kind of person to go into any sort of venture unprepared, and so he spent a great deal of time studying existing materials on the topic of man-made flying machines. He also pored over volumes about the flight of birds, and it was from watching birds in flight that the Wright Brothers developed their signature "wing warping" mechanism to control their Flyer.

The first part of the book deals with the Wright Brothers' growing up years and home life. They seemed to be interesting in everything you can think of: printing presses, bicycles, cameras, anything mechanical. But the "problem of flight," as Wilbur referred to it, really stuck into their brains like nothing else, and they were determined to solve the problem. Those who knew the brothers often remarked on how hardworking they were, and it was this trait, coupled with their keen intellect and mechanical ability, which helped them achieve their goal of manned flight.

After finishing the book, I read a few reviews online and noticed that some critics are slamming McCullough's work. They claim that he fails to make the Wright Brothers "human" in the same way he did John Adams and Harry S. Truman. I disagree. People who are continually in the spotlight, such as Presidents, often develop a public persona which differs from the "real" person, often times as a coping mechanism for all of the media attention. However, Wilbur and Orville Wright were always simple, hardworking men from Dayton, Ohio. They never tried to be anything other than what they were. McCullough can't make them any more "human" simply for the fact that they never had larger-than-life alter egos which could be stripped away. Also, the fact that they were just the average American citizens makes their story so much more intriguing!!!


Orville and Wilbur Wright in 1910
I have to admit, the story of the Wright Brothers has always been near and dear to my heart. I am an aviation enthusiast, from the early Wright Flyers all the way up to the space program. Anyone who knows me can vouch for just how much I love visiting the National Air & Space Museum in Washington, D.C. I have spent countless hours there, perusing the various planes, rockets, and space probes. However, one of my favorite exhibits is the one dedicated to two bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio. Two regular guys with above-average intelligence and work ethic who solved the "problem of flight." At the center of this exhibit is the actual 1903 Wright Flyer which made the historic first flight. While it has been re-covered with newer muslin, the Flyer itself is the one which flew over Kitty Hawk at 10:35 a.m. on December 17, 1903. For those who may not believe in the authenticity of this artifact, I suggest you read the following post on the Air & Space Museum website. This is where it all began, and simply standing next to the Flyer is an awesome experience.


Even though I took this photo a few years ago, it is still amazing for me to look at it and remember being in the room. I've been back to D.C. several times since originally taking this photo, and I always manage to spend some time with the Wright Flyer. To me, it is a symbol of the power of problem-solving and hard work, a true example of genius being, as Thomas Edison noted, "1% inspiration, 99% perspiration."

In conclusion, I would like to thank Mr. McCullough for taking the time to write this study of the Wright Brothers. I think that anyone who is even half as interested in flight as I am would find it an enjoyable read and a true testament to the American Spirit!

Monday, May 4, 2015

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee



“It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.” –Scout Finch

I chose to start with To Kill A Mockingbird because it is, in my opinion, the best novel ever written.  I know that many people would argue this point, and I myself may change my opinion one day.  That’s everyone’s prerogative.  In fact, I only recently jumped on the Mockingbird bandwagon, moving my allegiance from The Great Gatsby to Harper Lee’s masterpiece.  While Gatsby will always have a special place in my heart, Mockingbird has completely moved me beyond words.

So, if I have been moved beyond words, it is going to be exceedingly hard to write about this novel.  I will start at the beginning of my personal Mockingbird experience and go from there.  Please note, there will be spoilers in this blog; given the nature of the beast, it would be kind of hard to not include spoilers.

Like so many other high schoolers, I was forced to read Mockingbird.  I believe this novel was assigned during my freshman year, although I am not 100% sure about that.  Forgive me, it’s been a while.  Anyway, I read the book and thought it was alright.  Nothing spectacular.  It was a courtroom novel which mildly interested me.  We discussed the racial implications of the novel, talked about the dynamics between the characters, picked apart Scout’s role as narrator, and so on.  We capped this all off by watching the movie, which I thought was—like the novel—just alright.  So, given my very lackluster impression of the novel to begin with, why have I suddenly proclaimed the novel to be the best ever written?  The answer is a matter of living.

A few years ago, I found a copy of Mockingbird at Goodwill.  I thought to myself, “Well, that book was alright.  It’s a classic.  I guess it’s worth a quarter.”  I bought the paperback, which looked exactly like the copy I had read in high school, and promptly tucked it away in my vast book collection.  At that point in time, I had no desire to read the novel again.

However, this summer I have been working around my house to set up a library of sorts.  My house is overrun with books, and I am trying to rectify the situation.  While moving various books from place to place, I started picking out some I wanted to read again.  Alas, I will probably never get the library done because I keep stopping to read the books!  Anyway, I found Mockingbird and added it to the “read again” pile on a whim.  When I finally cracked the book open, I was hooked instantly.

Lee’s prose is fantastic.  Her voice is unique and clear, a true Southern voice speaking universal themes.  While the novel most certainly touches on racial issues, the tag line on the cover has it right.  The novel is about growing up and human dignity, two things we did not discuss in high school.  Looking back, I think that we couldn’t discuss those topics because we had not lived enough to understand them.  However, understanding those two key elements is really what makes the novel so spectacular.

The reader joins the narrator, Jean Louise “Scout” Finch, on this journey into adulthood.  We live this time in her life with her, as her world is changing forever.  What I really love about Lee’s use of Scout as the narrator is the fact that Scout is so visual in her descriptions.  The narration is actually two-fold because Scout is telling the story years after it has transpired, but is still able to capture her thoughts and emotions as a six-year-old girl.  Lee’s ability to use this type of narration really sets the novel apart from so many other novels which touch on similar themes.

The theme of human dignity is what I really want to focus on in this blog.  At the core of Mockingbird is the underlying idea that all humans are equal.  However, while Atticus Finch proclaims that the court of law should be the great equalizer, we learn that what we hope for and what is true are often two very different things.  When Jem and Scout view the unfolding courtroom drama of Atticus defending Tom Robinson, a black man accused of raping a white woman, they have little doubt that Atticus has won his case.  They are seeing things through the eyes of children, or perhaps, more accurately, with the hearts of children.  Children are open and accepting of everyone; only when we grow older and pick up on the ideas of social stratification and class systems do we develop prejudice.  Jem, who is older, has a visceral reaction to his childhood dreams and ideas being shattered; the guilty verdict forces him to face the reality that not everyone understands or acknowledges the basic rights of other human beings.  Jem’s tears and cries of “It ain’t right” should be the reaction of everyone who witnesses social injustice.  However, as Atticus says of Jem, dealing with these emotions can be “a little too strong” for us.  Rather than sticking ourselves out on an emotional limb, we’d rather look the other way.  We take the easy way out.  We put ourselves above others.  We are wrong.

Poor Tom Robinson’s attempted escape, ending in his death, was really inevitable.  While Jem and Scout were young and hoped for the best, Tom had lived his whole life feeling the sting of social injustice.  He knew what was coming, and felt he had no other option but to run.  Even though Atticus believed there was a good chance of winning Tom’s freedom on appeal, Tom himself had given up hope.  He would rather die on his own terms than on someone else’s.  For this reason, his death mirrors the earlier death of Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose.  Jem and Scout, as punishment for Jem’s destruction of Mrs. Dubose’s flowers, are sentenced to reading to the old woman.  Only after she dies does Atticus reveal that she was a morphine addict.  She wanted to die a free woman, on her own terms, and used the time with Jem and Scout to take her mind off the morphine.  By going longer and longer periods without the drug, she was able to kick the habit before she died.  Atticus explains:

“I wanted you to see something about her—I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.  It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.  You rarely win, but sometimes you do.  Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her.  According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody.  She was the bravest person I ever knew.”

Atticus’s words about Mrs. Dubose ring true for most of the characters in the novel, from Tom to Boo Radley to Atticus himself.  Bravery comes in many forms in this novel, but none so strange as the character of Boo Radley.

How exactly does this reclusive figure fit into the story?  He is heavily mentioned at the beginning, as the children try to draw him out of the house, but then he really is overlooked while the courtroom battle rages.  He figures heavily into the final events of the novel, and then disappears for good.  Boo represents the innocent part of all of us, damaged by the cruelty of the world (represented by Boo’s father).  He is inherently good, and tries to befriend Jem and Scout despite their constant attempts to prod him out of his house.  His little gifts serve as reminders of human goodness.  At the end of the novel, Boo kills Bob Ewell to save Jem and Scout; it is decided to cover up Boo’s actions so as not to bring him unwanted attention.  As Scout concludes “Well, it’d be sort of like shootin’ a mockingbird, wouldn’t it?”  Yes, Scout, it would be very much like shooting a mockingbird, a bird that lives to make music.  Boo is content to stay in his house because the world is a cruel place.  His all-consuming kindness would not stand a chance on the outside.  However, his friendship is a precious gift that neither Scout nor Jem will ever forget.

While many may argue with me on this point, I believe that this novel is the story of Atticus.  Even though Scout serves as the narrator, Atticus is the central figure who ties everything together.  Scout’s love for her father certainly plays a large role in making him so prominent, but the actions of the novel all revolve around Atticus’s desire to do good in his community.  He, like Mrs. Dubose, appears to be defeated before he even begins defending Tom Robinson.  However, Atticus continually states that he has no choice but to defend Tom or he could never expect his children to respect him again.  In taking a stand for what he believes is right, Atticus puts himself in direct opposition to most of the town.  In the scene when Atticus loses the case, he does not exit the courtroom via his normal route.  He makes it a point to exit under the “blacks only” balcony, driving home his conviction that Tom has not been treated fairly.  I will not lie; when I read “the Negroes were getting to their feet” and Reverend Sykes’s saying “Miss Jean Louise, stand up.  Your father’s passin’,” I wept.  This scene, more than any other, drives home the point which Atticus is trying to make.  While many people who would condemn Tom Robinson have shunned Atticus for his actions, those who believe in Tom’s innocence and know that Atticus is doing the right thing still respect him.  This is the legacy Atticus is leaving for Jem and Scout.  


While Atticus is certainly brave and good, he is not entirely so, like Boo Radley.  Atticus makes a conscious choice to be good, and I love the scene where Jem and Scout realize this.  I cannot discuss this scene without mentioning the movie version of Mockingbird, starring Gregory Peck.  I have to agree with Harper Lee (pictured at left with Gregory Peck) in saying that this movie is probably the best adaptation of a novel ever.  For me, Gregory Peck is Atticus Finch, and while the courtroom scenes are marvelous, the rabid dog scene is Peck’s finest moment (for me, at least).  In this scene, both in the novel and the movie, Jem and Scout see their father as a human being for the first time.  They see he is capable of cruel actions (even though shooting a rabid dog is more of a service), but that he chooses not to be cruel on a daily basis.  As Miss Maudie explains, “he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.”   


Atticus himself makes no comment about his marksmanship; even when Heck Tate claims that something like that never leaves you, Atticus remains silent.  While Heck is referring to marksmanship, Atticus knows that evil is what really never leaves a person.  One must learn to minimize the evil and fully embrace the good.  Jem picks up on this lesson, and urges Scout to not tell anyone of Atticus’s abilities with a shotgun, stating that “If he was proud of it, he’da told us.”  From that point on, Jem is determined to be a gentleman, like Atticus.  We can only hope that we all live up to the example of Atticus Finch.



Natalie's Class

For those of you who don't happen to know me, I teach high school English at a small private institution in Eastern Kentucky. This blog was actually started several years ago, but I never really pursued it. However, I feel as though the time is right to renew this endeavor. The post following this one actually appeared on my previous blog, but the sentiments are still the same. I plan to use this platform to discuss any and all literary topics that happen to cross my mind. Suggestions for topics will be accepted, and I also encourage thoughtful discussion; this is, after all, merely an extension of my classroom. So, without further ado, let the games begin!