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Chicago, looking backward

Peter D. Sloma @ 4:17 pm

Over the past few nights I have been watching a PBS documentary on the city of Chicago, based on Donald L. Miller’s book City of the Century which was published in 1996. The book, and the documentary derived from it, cover the history of the city from its exploration and earliest settlement through the rest of the 19th century. At the time, Chicago’s rapid growth, its unbridled capitalism, its extremes of both wealth and poverty, seemed to indicate the future of our whole society – for better or worse. Even Europeans were looking to Chicago as a portent of changes that were coming for them. As if in a crescendo, the 1893 World’s Fair brought all eyes to Chicago and the spectacular achievement of the White City.

Much of the story of 19th century Chicago is a story of struggle. Empires were built out of sheer will by men such as Fields and Armour and Pullman.  Simultaneously great masses of laborers, mostly immigrants, struggled for survival and for better lives for their children in tenement slums. Labor organized to struggle against the giants of capital for better wages and working conditions. Capital struggled to find a solution to the “labor problem.” Still, Miller points out, that even amid the squalor and chaos, it was generally an optimistic time. There was the shared belief that through hard work people could better their lot.

To illustrate this point in the documentary, Miller says that this was a time that people believed in cities. He goes on to refer to Edward Bellamy’s novel Looking Backward, noting that his utopian vision is an industrial urban paradise – a city. That sparked a curiosity, as I had not looked at that book since college. Today I picked it up again.

Looking Backward 2000-1887 was first published in 1888. In the book, upper crust Bostonian Julian West is placed in a hypnotic trance to relieve his insomnia. Some unknown catastrophe befalls the house he is lying in, but he is reposed in an hidden chamber. He is discovered and revived from his state of suspended animation in the year 2000. He went to sleep in an age of great labor unrest, and great unease among the privileged classes, and he wakes in an age of peace, contentment, and equality.

The premise of the development of the utopia of the 20th century is that it arrived merely as a natural extension of the progression of the economic activity of the 19th century. The escalating agglomeration of capital into larger and larger monopolies, eventually resulted in a single monopoly – the government. The people then relieved of the oppression of large capitalist juggernauts, took control of this government to operate it to the equal benefit of all members of the society. In a running dialogue between West and the doctor that revived him, Bellamy makes great efforts to describe the institutions and practices of the new society. Those engaged in labor have a prescribed term of service lasting from age 21 to age 45. The fruits of the continued abundance of American production are shared rather than accumulated by the few. Excess is spent on the development and beautification of the cities for the benefit of all. Government is the sole capitalist, and governmental corruption is a thing of the past.

Bellamy’s socialistic vision of the 20th century, of course, did not come to pass. Even within the novel, West wakes to realize that his experience in that future paradise was just an elaborate dream. The ideas of Bellamy’s new society, however, did  immediately inspire a political movement and social activism.

Searching for a Charley of my own

Peter D. Sloma @ 3:19 pm

Plenty of the customers of The Peninsula Bookman will remember and ask about my dog Chloe when they are in the store. When we were in our original location, Chloe came to work with me nearly every day. She even once came to work with me only two days after being sprayed by a skunk…that was poorly thought out. Fortunately one of the neighbors sold scented candles, so for days the store exuded the heady perfume of artificial cherry with merely a musky skunk afternote lingering in the background. When we moved the store to its current location, Chloe came to work a bit less often, but she could be found here lots of days. Being that she was a golden retriever, she was a gentle and personable dog who genuinely loved to meet people, and lots of those people remember her.

Now for more than a year I have been living without a dog. On quiet off-season days especially, it was nice to have the company in the store. On days like today, I miss having the dog around. Looking forward to winter travels again, I remember how much that dog loved riding in the truck, and how pleasant it was to have her along for the ride. Should I head west again this winter, it would be nice to have a traveling companion.

In 1960 John Steinbeck undertook a trip to reacquaint himself with America and the Americans who populated his novels. He was under the impression that he was losing touch with the people of the heart of the country, and was, as he put it, “working from memory.” He decided that he would drive through the country, out to his native Salinas and coastal California and back again to his home at Sag Harbor, making a great lap around America. He special ordered a pick-up truck with a cabin mounted on its back – a common enough sight today, but an unusual contraption at the time – and he named it Rocinante after Don Quixote’s horse. Into the rig he installed some basic creature comforts, provisions, writing supplies, and his standard poodle Charley.

Steinbeck drove off in hopes of rebuilding his relationship with the landscape and with the cultures of the regular people, as varied as they were, all across the nation. It was a great irony, and it very much struck him that the distinctive regional ways of life were vanishing just at that time. In some ways he was chasing a ghost. When he and Charley set off, the interstate highway system was quite new and expanding rapidly. The new mode of travel not only changed the speed and style of travel, it reshaped cities and restructured towns, sometimes killing them altogether. This was the beginning of the strip mall, and the beginning of the end of Main Street. At the same time, a nationwide mass media of television and radio were homogenizing American culture so much so that Steinbeck noticed that regional accents and dialects were disappearing among the younger generation.

Travels with Charley is Steinbeck’s account of his experience of this trip through America. It is a journal and a commentary, at times it is a sociology and at others it is a meditation. There is a scene he recounts in the Mojave desert where he happened to stop to pour some water for Charley. Looking up from what he is doing, he sees two coyotes off in the near distance. He slowly reaches for a newly purchased rifle, takes aim and turns off the safety. He was trained to think of these animals as destructive vermin, and to think that killing them a public service. It is at the moment that one of the coyotes sits on it hauches and scratches as a dog would, that the tone of the account shifts. He blames it on his age, but he abruptly sees no point in taking the life of the animal. He writes that there would be little justification because there were no chickens to steal anywhere near there, nor was it quail country. I think it was because he looked at the coyote, and recognized a dog.

Of course, Charley influenced the way that Steinbeck experienced his trip in other ways too. He served as a conversation starter and an introduction to strangers – Steinbeck referred to him as his “ambassador.” When he fell sick, Steinbeck used Charley’s eyes to examine an unsteady veterinarian. Charley serves as a mute foil, and a good reason to walk and wander away from the roadway. A dog will force you to slow down, to linger outside a bit.

I have taken Travels with Charley along with me on several long driving trips. The first time I traveled with the book I had it on cassette while driving an old pick-up truck down to Texas.  A good memory. While I am generally reluctant to talk about “favorite” books as I am often asked to, in this case I can unequivocally say that Travels with Charley is my favorite travel account. It is a book I have gone back to again and again, and I have not yet been through it for the last time.

A little more than a month ago I decided it was time to start looking for a dog again. For a very brief time I was once involved with rescue animals, and have come to feel that rescue is the best first place to look for my next dog. I have decided to try to find a flat-coated retriever. They are much like the golden, but black, a bit slighter, and less prone to hip and knee issues. The personality is similar, though I have read that the flat-coat needs even more contact and attention, and that is fine, she will come to work with me everyday. I have put in an application with the rescue groups, and have been watching the shelters.

When the long winter trips come, I hope that I will have found a traveling companion, though I probably won’t name her Charley.

Fall in Door County

Peter D. Sloma @ 12:02 pm

It has been quite a while since I have made an entry, but the fall season is busy and the time to start traveling to restock the store comes at the same time…

The first three weekends in October are extraordinarily busy every year, and the attraction is easy to understand. In the last week, the colors have exploded. We enjoyed an extended summer through most of September, but once the weather turned to fall, the leaves responded on cue. Hundreds of shades of yellow, orange, and red now color the peninsula, and the cool weather has brought out the scarves and stocking caps, as well as the hot cider. It is a nice time of the year to be here, and the presence of the crowds reflect that fact.

The winter-long process of filling the shelves back up with books begins for me in October every year as well. These are the first weeks of the year that I am able to break away from the store to attend auctions and sales and to otherwise travel for inventory. Not even halfway through the month, and already my truck has twice been filled with new stock. There are also short trips planned for each of the following three weeks. By the time May arrives, I will have packed the store full, plus built up a back-stock to feather in throughout the season. Like every previous year, I should also manage to build some more shelving units before the the next season arrives. Every year it becomes a bit more tricky to find more space to put things, but there is still room for more. Always more.

So here we are, in the midst of the last few busy weeks of this year’s season, and planning for the one to come. October at the bookstore…

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