Monthly Archives: November 2014

The Underground Girls of Kabul

Book Review of The Underground Girls of Kabul, by Jenny Nordberg

Girls undergroundI received a copy of Jenny Nordberg‘s The Underground Girls of Kabul from Netgalley.

Description from Goodreads:
An investigative journalist uncovers a hidden Afghan custom that will change your understanding of what it means to grow up as a girl.

Expanding on her widely read New York Times article “Afghan Boys Are Prized, So Girls Live the Part,” in which she uncovered the phenomenon of bacha posh (literally “dressed up like a boy” in Dari), the practice of disguising and raising young girls as boys, Jenny Nordberg constructs a powerful and moving account of the long-standing tradition that has enabled many girls to counter the challenges they face in a deeply segregated society where they have almost no rights.

Through extensive in-depth reporting and first-person interviews, Nordberg offers a fascinating, almost fairy-tale-like look at how girls can be willed into looking, behaving, and acting as boys, why mothers would ask that of their daughters, and what ultimately happens when some girls do not want to rescind the prerogatives that go along with living as boys, and later as men.

Divided into four parts, following strong characters through childhood, puberty, married life, and childbirth, The Underground Girls of Kabul charts the entire life cycle of Afghan women and gets to the heart of how bacha posh has profoundly affected generations, not only in the greater historical and political context of Afghanistan but also what it means to women everywhere now

Review:
I can read a 300 page novel in a day but it took me a really long time to read this book, I mean months. The reason is that I could only take it in small doses. It’s dry. It’s depressing and its content takes digesting.

I’m really interested in the lives of woman in Afghanistan (or any culture so far removed from my own). My first degree was in anthropology and the reason was that the way people live fascinates me. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to get a handle on the Afghani culture and I’ll give this book credit for trying to be more well-rounded than most.

And I think Nordberg managed it up to about 40% through. Up to that point I was loving that she took a lot of time to place some of the practices that just make no sense by Western standards within a historical, political and religious context so that, while they still feel wrong, wrong, wrong, the reader is able to understand how the practice developed and at one point made some sort of sense.

And this was part of why I could only take small doses of the book. When I’ve read plainly inflammatory texts (some of which I can barely deem better than anti-Afghanistan war propaganda) it’s easy to dismiss a lot of the bad stuff as over exaggerated or tell yourself they just left the good stuff out. But when it’s presented as balanced and therefore believable it’s hard to face in bulk. And lets be clear, life in Afghanistan for women is horrendous.

The main problem I had was that this is presented as a piece of nonfiction, as research. And certainly, Nordberg did a lot of fieldwork, conducted a lot of interviews and observed a lot of Afghani daily life. But this is not a piece of straight research.

At best, I might call it a well structured, well padded field journal. This is the story of her experience conducting research into the Bascha Posh, as opposed to a presentation of the research results. And as such, it is heavily biased and opinionated.

This started becoming more evident at around the 40% mark, when the basha posh stopped being children and the book moved into marriage practices and transitions back into girls. In other words, when they start having personal volition that is subjugated.

As an example, there is a quite detailed chapter on marriage practices of non-basha posh girls. While basha posh are usually expected to marry, this is relevant, but the detail it goes into is clearly meant to be defamatory to the culture. Nordberg isn’t able to keep her judgment concealed.

Granted (and this is important), Nordberg is a lot more open-minded about the culture than most. But she still definitely presents a colored picture of the lives Afghani females live.

I went into this book hoping to finally find an author who would present a picture of Afghanistan, admittedly a very androcentric society, as something other than inhabited by nothing more than a bunch of power-hungry perverted old dudes perping on little girls and victims. I got more. I’ll admit that. But I also got a lot of the same old same old.

I also wasn’t entirely clear what the intent of the book was. As I said, it’s represented as straight research but isn’t, not really. It also repeatedly decries the usefulness and effectiveness of international aid in the region (which I actually agree with her on) but then ends on what essentially amounts to a general call to action. She spends the whole book presenting herself as vested in the culture and then leaves like everyone else. The end result was that the book feels anchorless and as a reader, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be taking away.

Similarly, the basha posh tradition, as presented, does not appear to actually be a form of resistance, as the title suggests. Rather, it is a way of functioning within an extremely paternalistic culture. But it’s important to note that everyone involved is still functioning under the belief that males are superior to female (socially at the very least).

It’s just that they see certain aspects of gender (though not sex) as fluid. With one possible exception, none of the basha posh interviewed or their families used the basha posh tradition as a form of social resistance. Instead they used it for personal gain within a system they were not seeking to reform.

The lack of male insight is also a glaring omission, especially since there is a whole section titled Men in which men are not interviewed. I understand that this is a book intended to center on females and, as a woman herself, Nordberg may have faced access challenges. But Afghanistan is a country controlled by men. The bosha pash are an open secret. It would have been informative to know how men—fathers, brothers, government officials, etc—saw the practice and felt about associated with theses ‘men.’ (Though it’s worth noting that despite their insistence that they are MEN, Nordberg refers to them as women throughout the book.)

Similarly, despite declaring that the foreigners who go to Afghanistan can’t ever really understand the culture, all of her ‘experts’ seem to be foreigners or Afghani women living outside of the accepted behavioural norms. I have to wonder how accurate her information, which she then presented as fact, was.

I had the same thought when events that occurred when she was not present were discussed confidently, while it was simultaneously evident that she only received the account from one of the participants. I would have been interested to know how, if at all, the narrative changed from the other person’s point of view. However, I sensed that, as a reader, I wasn’t supposed to care about anything but the slim perspective the author chose to present the events through.

Despite these complaints, I think I highlighted about half the text. There is still a lot to be gained by reading it. The book is garnering a lot of attention and I think it is deserved.

#WeAreSTL (We Are St. Louis)

Note: I’m leaving this post up, because I’m not hiding that I wrote it. But since that time, I’ve learned a lot and thought more deeply about what the #WeAreSTL posts were about. I’ve decided that, as well intentioned as they were, they were problematic. They, mine included, were written from a position of privilege. What I (I can’t speak for anyone else) was aiming for was solidarity with the city of STL. I intended to show that while the city, including Ferguson, was experiencing was something real, devastating, and important, it wasn’t and isn’t all there is to STL. I thought I could say both at once, without one delegitimizing the other. But you can’t. In actual fact, what was conveyed was “THIS is our Saint Louis, NOT THAT.” It created an us and them I didn’t intend, but was also admittedly too comfortable to recognize. I’ll even be more blatant. It created a ‘this is our white STL, not that black STL.’ Or maybe ‘this is our wealthy STL.’ Either way, it was nothing I understood myself to be part of until I looked back at it. For that I’m ashamed of myself, but again, I’m not going to hide mistakes of my past. Just note that I made them and I’m aware of them. I want to end with an apology, but asking for and expecting the forgiveness that goes with it feels like another privilege. Plus, this post is quite old. I’m well aware that I’m writing this addendum for my own hubris.

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My city is a city in pain. It is with a heavy heart that I’ve watched the after effect of Michael Brown’s death. Everyone seems to have their opinion of it. I have mine too. But while there are a lot of varied ideas on who was or wasn’t ‘right’ in all this, few would argue that the city/county’s poor handling of the matter has inflamed entire communities.

Cultural-DiversityPeople are hurting—’black people,’ ‘white people,’ people who don’t fit so starkly into an ill-defined and largely imagined binary view on race and color. We are hurting and We Are STL.

But we are not all Ferguson, or at least not the Ferguson that the rest of the world thinks they know—Ferguson that the media has reduced to angry mobs and burning buildings.

There is so much more to this city, both the community of Ferguson, which has a long history, a number of stately homes and a flipping farmers market (you never hear about that) and the city of Saint Louis itself.

For this reason the #WeAreSTL initiative was started by a local vlogger, to remind the rest of the world that there is a lot of other good in this city too. (I say other because what is happening in and around Ferguson is a good. It’s a growing-pain, but a necessary one.)

Obviously, we don’t all vlog. I, for example, blog about books. But everyone is invited to participate. All you have to do is create a short video, post or whatever formats you have access to (sky writing? have a go) and link it to your social media.

Here is mine. I am a reader. Saint Louis is eclectic and literary. I love the independent bookstores, library consortium and abundant places to settle with a book.

Le me break that down a little further for you. I love to read. It is one of my greatest joys in life and Saint Louis is a wonderful city to be a reader in. We have our own Independent Bookstore Alliance. Believe me, in a time when the publishing industry is in such flux, this is an amazing and important thing.

Within ten miles of my home I can visit The Novel Neighbor, The Bookhouse, Webster Groves Book Shop, Dunawy Books, STLBooks, two Left-Bank Books, Big Sleep Books and Subterranean Books. Not to mention the normal chain bookstores and probably at least a few indies I haven’t found yet.

The city also has number of yearly bookish events. There is the Greater Saint Louis Book Fair, Lit in the Lou, Saint Louis Jewish Book Festival and  a YMCA Book Fair. And those are just the big yearly events (that I know of). There are a billion smaller or not yearly ones. We have a number of large universities, an expansive library consortium (which I’ll discuss in a moment) and all those book stores, all of which host smaller or not yearly writerly events.

And all of that is without even getting into all of the cool places to actually READ. Our library consortium allows you to borrow books from any library in the system; vastly expanding the number of books a reader has access to, which is cool. But the central library is amazing.

St. Louis Public Library 2012 Grand Reopening Video from St. Louis Public Library on Vimeo.

While the Central Branch is unquestioningly the most architecturally stunning, the people of the Ferguson library have demonstrated most clearly what it means to be a St. Louisian.

That’s right, they’ve remained open throughout the unrest in their area, even as school and businesses were closing (or damaged) around them they’ve kept their doors open to support both their community and those peacefully seeking change in their neighbourhood.

stl arkOnce you’ve visited the library and checked out a book or two (dozen) weather permitting, there are a whole host of parks a reader can relax and enjoy their favourite literary wonder in. I highly recommend Forrest Park, Tower Grove Park and Bee Tree Park. If you have a few dollars to spend on atmosphere, the Botanical Gardens are always a delightful place to pair a book and bench.

If you’re a little more experiential and want to read, say, Planet of the Apes surrounded by actual apes, the zoo is free. Just find a bench facing the primate house and there you go, smellivision to enhance your reading experience.

Not the outdoor type and libraries too quiet for you? How about the vast array of coffee houses? There is one in practically each of Saint Louis’ eclectic array of neighbourhoods. Try this list for some ideas.

A friend of mine and I hit a different one every Sunday morning. Most recently, we’ve been seen at Comet Coffee, Foundation Grounds Coffee and The Webster Groves Garden Cafe. All of which, I can say with some authority, would be a great place to read.

So, while our city tears itself apart in its impotent rage, I #StandWithFerguson, have stood with them. I had to explain to my seven year old why school was canceled this morning, what a riot is and why people are doing it right now. This required addressing race, and privileged and racism and poverty—all very intense subjects for a child and difficult to explain before my morning caffeine.

In my daily life I try and counter any and all blindly condemning bull shitstatements about Ferguson (which could be any other community in any other city), like this one that I recently found on Facebook. Whomever wrote it obviously understands nothing of any of the issues my seven year old was able to grasp the fundamentals of this morning. (Not to mention the difference between a protest, riot and looting. Just because all three occur at the same time, place or event does not mean everyone present is responsible for each.) And yes, the ‘friend’ who posted it got an irritated comment from me.

I also attended the Justice For All march in October and was part of the Candlelight Vigil for Peace, of which there will be another one tonight (Nov. 25th) at 7-8, central time. I invite everyone to participate.

This is our Saint Louis. I am Saint Louis; a bibliocrazy reading zealot who goes nowhere without a Kindle, and obsessively tracks good book stores and excellent coffee.

Now it’s your turn. Tell me what you are, Saint Louis is and what you love about it. Include the #WeAreSTL hashtag, post to your own social media sites and add yourself to the linky below. (If you would like to include the linky in your post, you can find the code here.) Remind the world that, while what is happening in one part of our city is important, it isn’t all our city is.

I’ve lived in a lot of towns, in a lot of states, in two different countries on two different continents and Saint Louis is one of my ultimate favourite places.

Before you run off to write/draw/film/record/sing your own #WeAreSTL post, why not check out some of the others’?

…and just for fun.

NaNoWriMo update…I won!

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Yesterday afternoon, around 2pm, I passed 50,000 words in my current NaNo novel. There was no dancing involved, though it would have been well deserved. I was halfway through a scene that I calmly remained seated to get down, finally stopping at a respectable 50,540 words. That also gave me a nice little buffer, in case there was a discrepancy between my Scrivner word count and the NaNo word count validator.

This was the first time I’d done NaNo and I came into it completely intimidated. If you estimate 250 words to a page, it’s roughly 200 pages…in a month! And I did it in 20 day! (Yeah, that deserves a second exclamation point, even if I’m usually stingy with them.) I really surprised myself. Not only because I made it to 50k, but because this is what my graph looks like throughout the month.

my graphNice and steady, no peaks, no valleys, no gaps; I set a target of 1,700 words a day and I hit it, every damn day. That makes me all fluttery inside.

And I’ve rewarded myself too. I’m going to have an exciting mail week. I ordered myself this beautiful wooden bookmark and this pair of comfy, loungy pants. That’s important, since I do most of my writing sitting cross-legged on the couch. Jellyfish bookmark

Mum pantsOf course, 50,000 unedited words is only about half a novel, so I’ve thought ahead and picked out what my 100,000 word rewards will be. *claps excitedly.* When that day comes, I’ll allow myself the following:

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Yes, that is a beautiful wooden ruler (I’m a sucker for all things hand-crafted and wooden.) and a Dune-inspired bracelet. And if I’m really honest, I’ll admit the hour or so cruising Etsy to pick it all out was a reward of sorts too.

As excited as I am about goodies, completing this challenge wasn’t really about the things I would let myself spend my meagre income on. In a very real way, it also wasn’t about writing any particular book.

It was about writing in general. Writing is something I enjoy, torturous as it often is. But I’d fallen out of habit. I’d let myself become the classic ‘one day writer.’ That well-intentioned, but ultimately unfocused author who recognises the plot bunnies as they frolic through her mind, but never actually sits down and writes. Rather, I always intended to do it one day.

Doing NaNo this year was about making today the day, and then tomorrow and the next. It was about once again establishing the habit of ssandcastlesitting down and putting words on paper, even if they’re crap. I spent a lot of time reminding myself of this during the last three weeks. And I expect once I’ve reached my 100k, the first thing I’ll do is reread it all and cut a third. But better that than having nothing at all.

This is especially true for my current work. I really think it needs to be written. Unfortunately, I also kind of wish the muse had passed it on to someone a little more experienced and given me a quick bit of monster-erotica or something. This is hard.

It’s the first time I’ve written anything that isn’t wholly fantasy, meaning I can’t just make it up as I go. Plus, I’m dealing with some heavy and probably controversial issues, while trying to respectfully address cultural practices that are largely foreign and frightening to Americans. I have suddenly become painfully aware of my own Western gaze and how much of what we take for granted as givens, in fact aren’t for a lot of the world.

And the one thing I don’t want to be accused of at the end of this is Recognizing-Unconscious-Bias-The-Impact-of-Identity-on-Behavior-300x300presenting Western mores as universals, when they patently aren’t. But this means teasing out which of my own closely held beliefs are culturally specific, which ones I learned so early and so slowly that I never noticed. This is not easy and it’s uncomfortable. But it’s necessary and both my book and I will be better for it.  *sigh*

But I digress. My point is that this work would be especially easy to continue to put off, because, for me, it has a lot of added challenges. I’m absolutely convinced that if I hadn’t started it as a NaNo project, with the ridged structure necessary to hit 50,000 words in a month, I would still be tiptoeing around the idea of eventually writing it. Now I’m halfway through a rough first draft…and feeling like a total badass.

So, though I don’t have a complete work in my hands at the end of this experience, I have some things I consider even more valuable. I have a reinvigorated dedication to my writing. I have a project that is well enough on its way to feel real and accomplishable. I have my passion back. For these things, I’ll thank NaNoWriMo and imagine this won’t be the last time I sign up.