I don't know what images of harvest come immediately to your mind when you think of autumn, but I think first of books—"Fall Books," as they're often called, many of them heaped around me as I type these words, as if spilled from inexhaustible horns of plenty. There are far more worthy of notice than I can begin to acknowledge, so that to single out a handful seems painfully arbitrary. But I'm going to do that anyway, now and in coming weeks (before long, it will be time for the end-of-the-year accounting), because not to celebrate at least a few good books would be a crime against abundance, a niggling refusal to give thanks. (Speaking of the spirit of the season, don't miss Nathan Bierma's review of an anthology of autumn readings, also posted this week.)
Let's begin with something fundamental: Help: The Original Human Dilemma, by Garret Keizer (HarperSanFrancisco). Keizer, who has been an Episcopal priest and sometime teacher, writes ruminative books that violate most of the lessons they'll teach you in courses on "How to get published." He doesn't care; he goes his own way, equally at home whether he's demonstrating his unerring ear for the American vernacular, c. 2004, or quoting one of his favorites sages (and mine), Samuel Johnson. You may remember his previous book, The Enigma of Anger, an excerpt from which appeared in Books & Culture. His new book is similar in form, taking up the subject of help now from this angle, now from that with a patient intensity that kept me turning the pages to a stunning conclusion. The painting on the cover shows the Good Samaritan, and the questions posed by that parable will grip you as you read and won't let you go.
Keizer's book should be read alongside Allen D. Hertzke's Freeing God's Children: The Unlikely Alliance for Global Human Rights (Rowman & Littlefield), a case study in the complexities of "helping" that nevertheless comes firmly down on the side of action. Hertzke shows how evangelicals, galvanized by a new awareness of violent persecution of Christians, have joined in effective alliances with other advocates of global human rights. (Why was this story entirely missing from the long list of post-November 2 op-ed pieces bewailing the influence of evangelicals? It just didn't fit the script, I guess.)
Evangelicals (their forebears, at any rate) don't come off so well in Philip Jenkins' Dream Catchers: How Mainstream America Discovered Native Spirituality (Oxford Univ. Press), but then they have a lot of company in a tragicomic narrative full of misunderstandings and ironies as well as prideful bigotry. Jenkins shows how Indians—and their spirituality in particular—have been reinvented and reappropriated time and again in keeping with shifting attitudes in the larger culture. With his characteristic eye for nuance and his uncanny ability to master an enormous range of evidence and present it in a clear, compelling, provocative form, Jenkins has written an indispensable book.
Three books about war have caught my attention this season; I've shuttled between them and the news from Iraq. The first is a novel, A Distant Flame, by Philip Lee Williams (St. Martin's/Thomas Dunne Books), set in the Civil War yet framed by the protagonist's old age in the World War I years. Many contemporary novels about the Civil War feel anachronistic, as if the writer had transported characters from the 21st century to the mid-19th and fixed them up with period dress. By contrast, Williams seems to have learned how to inhabit another time, how to learn the archaic speech of our ancestors and make it real on the page, how to bring the past to us in all its poignancy and confusion. According to the dust-jacket, Williams—who is new to me—has published 11 books. I have some reading to do.
Peter Barham's Forgotten Lunatics of the Great War (Yale Univ. Press) has a great subject and a title that sounds a bit like a Monty Python parody. That's a warning of a disjunction that bedevils this big book. Barham himself is earnest to the point of tedium, but he has done yeoman's work in illuminating through his exhaustive research the fate of soldiers who—in many different ways, and in various degrees—went mad as a result of their experience in World War I. As I read Barham's book, I was haunted by the sense that—had I ever been in combat—I might well have ended up like one of his subjects.
Max Hastings' Armageddon: The Battle for Germany, 1944-1945 (Knopf) is one of the best books I've read this year; also one that seems particularly relevant to how we think and talk about war today. There is a basic lack of realism in so much of our discourse about war, the feebleness of which is rudely illumined in the light of Hastings' account of the bloody last stage of the war in Europe. You can't read Armageddon without wondering how the same battles would be covered by today's media, and with what result. Ditto the political tensions that divided the Allies even as they were fighting against as clearly defined an enemy as could be imagined; these make the current hand-wringing about "American unilateralism" look rather silly.