This is Vegan Propaganda by Ed Winters – Book Review

 

Publisher’s write-up:

‘Our choices can help alleviate the most pressing issues we face today: the climate crisis, infectious and chronic diseases, human exploitation and, of course, non-human exploitation. Undeniably, these issues can be uncomfortable to learn about but the benefits of doing so cannot be overstated. It is quite literally a matter of life and death.

Through exploring the major ways that our current system of animal farming affects the world around us, as well as the cultural and psychological factors that drive our behaviours, This Is Vegan Propaganda answers the pressing question, is there a better way?

Whether you are a vegan already or curious to learn more, this book will show you the other side of the story that has been hidden for far too long. Based on years of research and conversations with slaughterhouse workers and farmers, to animal rights philosophers, environmentalists and everyday consumers, vegan educator and public speaker Ed Winters will give you the knowledge to understand the true scale and enormity of the issues at stake.’

This is Vegan Propaganda is a book on the propaganda done by meat industry and the dairy industry over the years, and other common arguments against vegan lifestyle, argued and compiled by the vegan activist Ed Winters.

He starts explaining the environment he grew up in and his transition to veganism. He then goes on to talk about the practices of the meat and dairy industry and why for both moral and scientific reasons, one needs to embrace veganism. He goes on to mention more in graphic detail as to what goes on when it comes to treatment of animals, be it in slaughterhouses or dairy farms. There is also a segment of the book, where he debunks the frequent arguments used by the meat industry and the society at large, including the famous question of ‘how do you get your protein?’, and much as he touches upon the arguments in this book, I understand that he has written a whole book titled How to argue with a meat eater.

The book is very well researched and provides ample statistics (properly referenced to back his claims). One might feel that his statistics are highly UK-centric, but that is natural given that the writer is from there. Moreover, the tendency in our globalised world is similar across, barring a few minor gaps. So, this book tries to please various sides, those who are convinced by statistics or those who are convinced by morals. I found some of the information quite interesting, for instance, on the amount of land occupied by farms of soybeans (a common argument against vegans) and it would only increase if we were to all go vegan; even though, as of today, 80% of the soybeans are for consumption by farm animals who are slaughtered later for their meat.

The aspect I was not sure was whom the author was addressing. Given that I am a vegan, I am not shocked by what the author has written nor are my personal choices put on trial over here. But if the intention is to reach beyond the base, I felt the language used by the author was too strong, at times – there are different schools of thought as to whether that is necessary but, in my opinion, making people guilty of their present-day choices is not going to work. It was particularly hard to read the chapters of the book where he described in detail how different animals are tortured by the meat and dairy industry.

However, this book could certainly help those in transition and as I mentioned earlier, that I am vegan, I am also organiser of a vegan group where I am based, and we read this book for a ‘book club event’. One of the participants remarked that they were already a vegetarian but having read this book, decided to turn fully vegan, giving up on dairy and eggs. However, more testimonies, especially from those who are consuming a meat-based diet as of today, could help me judge this aspect better.

To conclude, I found this book informative and as aforementioned, could help those in transition. However, for those who cannot read detailed write-ups on torture of animals in the ‘factory farms’, those sections could be avoided. Considering that, I would award the book a rating of seven on ten.

Rating – 7/10

Have a nice day,
Andy

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake – Book Review

 

Publisher’s write-up:

‘The more we learn about fungi, the less makes sense without them. They can change our minds, heal our bodies and even help us avoid environmental disaster; they are metabolic masters, earth-makers and key players in most of nature's processes. In Entangled Life, Merlin Sheldrake takes us on a mind-altering journey into their spectacular world, and reveals how these extraordinary organisms transform our understanding of our planet and life itself.’

Fungi are ever present – be it in the mushrooms we eat or the moulds that we find in bread or furniture. However, the argument made by the biologist Merlin Sheldrake in his book Entangled Life as to how fungi make our worlds and could even shape the future.

Fungi are in a unique position between the plant and animal kingdoms, and towards the end of the book, the author even evokes the question as to whether it is reasonable to categorise all fungi under one category, which could be inappropriate (akin to how not all animals in the water are ‘fish’). The author starts with the phenomenon of lichens, the symbiosis between an algae and a fungi and how they have eventually helped in taking organisms from sea to the land. Equally, he also talks about intelligence of certain fungi and the networks that they create, which could be as complex as that of the map of the Tokyo underground metro. He also talks about humans’ relationship with fungi, be it consuming mushrooms, using yeast for fermentation or enjoying truffles. The book

The first four chapters were insightful as well as interesting – I learnt a lot of new things about fungi, given there are several words that I saw in this book that I had never used after middle school biology. The book was also well researched, given how the citations and notes were almost as long as the content in itself.

Having said that, I felt that was also a problem of this book, given how I felt that till the fourth chapter, it targeted at a general audience but after that, the level of technical language in this book was significantly elevated that I was no longer able to connect. I was still able to get a broad idea of what the author was trying to express, but could not go into details. Moreover, given that I presume the author wrote it for a general audience than members of his own community of biologists, I would have preferred some amount of writing on the regular mushrooms that we consume en masse over and above the detailed discussions on several fancy fungi that the author had discussed.

To conclude, I would say that this is a book that could be enjoyed a lot by people who have a background in the subject, to the rest, you can get a broad idea of what the author is talking about, but name-dropping several technical terms without much explanation or citing names of scientists without much explanation on what those scientists had done – was difficult to follow (often redirected to research papers in the notes). I came out knowing more about our world having read this book and that could make a case to say that this book was interesting, but at the same time, owing to the writer’s presentation, it also made it boring and a difficult read. On that note, I would award the book a rating of five on ten.

Rating – 5/10

Have a nice day,
Andy

Paris isn’t dead yet by Cole Stangler – Book Review

 

Publisher’s write-up:

‘The Paris of popular imagination is lined with cobblestone streets and stylish cafés, a beacon for fashionistas and well-heeled tourists. But French American journalist Cole Stangler, celebrated for his reporting on Paris and French politics, argues that the beating heart of the City of Light lies elsewhere – in the striving, working-class districts, where residents are now being priced out.

Paris Isn't Dead Yet explores the past, present and future of the city through the lens of class conflict, highlighting the outsized role of immigrants in shaping the city's progressive, cosmopolitan and open-minded character – at a time when politics nationwide can feel like they're shifting in the opposite direction. This is the Paris many tourists too often miss: immigrant-heavy districts such as the 18th arrondissement, where crowded street markets still define everyday life. Stangler brings this view of the city to life, combining gripping, street-level reportage, stories of today's working-class Parisians, recent history and a sweeping analysis of the larger forces shaping the city.’

Paris is often romanticised in the media as this beautiful city, with the picturesque cafés on its streets, the monuments, the museums, ad a city with a rich history of supporting writers and artists from all over the world, be it Picasso or Hemingway. However, the author of this book – Paris isn’t Dead Yet, the journalist Cole Stangler – talks about the rapid gentrification of the city, while there were always elitist arrondissements of Paris like the 16^th, the city is slowly losing its working-class population and is being increasingly dominated by white-collared elites all across.

The author starts with the present day, explaining the most diverse Parisian arrondissement – the 18^th which has Montmartre, atop which you have the iconic Basilica Sacré Coeur, along with some of the cafés most frequented by the tourists; but at the same time, a ten minute walk down the hill to Boulevard Ornano completely changes this picture – taking us towards Goutte d’Or in the 18^th, a neighbourhood predominantly inhabited by working class consisting mostly of immigrants from West African nations in the Sahel. However, the author goes on to describe the changing situation here, wherein, they are being outpriced by the significant increases of rent in Paris, and also other costs, being pushed to suburban towns like Saint-Denis and Aubervilliers. A phrase that is often thrown around casually, is that ‘this neighbourhood is not like in the past, it is good now’, by which, what is often meant is that it has been gentrified – something often said about places like Belleville in Paris.

The author also talks about the history of the city, wherein, it was not uncommon for the rich and the working-class to share the same building, just that the size of their houses would be significantly different within the same building but that is hardly the case anymore. The author also explains how this is making the city lose its essential character of being a melting pot attracting people from all walks of life, and especially how freelance and independent artists can no longer afford the city unlike the era Picasso, James Joyce or Hemingway.

There are also detailed interviews with individuals whom the author has interviewed, people who had been living in a neighbourhood for decades eventually being priced out, and social housing being unavailable: The author also has conducted interviews with politicians within the city administration, and I found his conversations with the city councillor for Communist Party of France (PCF) – Ian Brossat, to be very interesting and insightful, especially on social housing.

That said, I enjoyed the level of detail in this book. But it needs to be highlighted I enjoyed it, and I could relate to it since I have been living in Paris for long enough, and fully understand what he is talking about – including specific street names that he brought up in the 18^th. To be very precise, I myself am one of the people who are causes of this gentrification, given I live in the 18^th arrondissement, the typical ‘white collar elite’ who is outpricing the original residents of the neighbourhood. However, what I am unsure is to what extent would people who are not familiar with the city would relate to it, given many of the places the author talks about are ones that would never be visited by tourists, be it Aubervilliers or Goutte d’Or.

If it is to highlight the situation in Paris and saving it from hypergentrification, I am not sure who the target audience of this book is, given that this is a book in English (I am not sure if a French translation is being planned), and for any work of non-fiction, it is reasonable to ask who is the target audience and I was unclear on that with this book.

On the whole, I had a great reading experience reading this book, sometimes was interesting to see references to cafés I have visited myself being referenced in the book. This was also insightful for me given I am living here and would like to have a say on making sure that the city is still accessible to people from all walks of life. On that note, I award the book a rating of seven on ten.

Rating – 7/10

Have a nice day,
Andy

On Photography by Susan Sontag – Book Review

 

Publisher’s write-up:

‘Susan Sontag's groundbreaking critique of photography asks forceful questions about the moral and aesthetic issues surrounding this art form. Photographs are everywhere, and the 'insatiability of the photographing eye' has profoundly altered our relationship with the world. Photographs have the power to shock, idealize or seduce, they create a sense of nostalgia and act as a memorial, and they can be used as evidence against us or to identify us. In these six incisive essays, Sontag examines the ways in which we use these omnipresent images to manufacture a sense of reality and authority in our lives.’

On Photography is a collection of essays by Susan Sontag. Most of these essays were published in the New York Times between 1973 and 1977 – back when photography was still a specialised field and not like in the 21^st century, where everyone virtually has a camera on their smartphone.

The author discussed the evolution of photography over the years in detail, and discussed works of famous photographers such as Brassaï, Diane Arbus, etc. But the issue I felt that was in these essays was the author’s assumption that the reader is fully aware of the works of these photographers, which the average reader is not. I know of these photographers mainly because I live in Paris, and those who have worked on taking photos of Paris, such as Brassaï or Diane Arbus, I could relate to their works and understand what the author was discussing. But others, I was completely in the dark, and the publisher of the book could have added the photos for us to relate to, than letting things to our imagination.

Moreover, the author idealised photography as a unique art form where it is the only form of art where anything done ‘today’ would be considered as ‘art’ in the future but this is not exclusive to photography, but most forms of art – those which were considered ordinary or the norm, becoming antiques and a form of art in the future. In fact, several artists, such as Van Gogh, did not have the recognition when they were alive.

To conclude on these essays, I did not enjoy this, as an average reader, and if I had been an enthusiast on photography, and its history and I knew about the works of all the famous photographers that she talked about, I might have had a different opinion. Add to that, a lot of what she discussed in this book is outdated, given photos could be taken by anyone almost instantly. On that note, I award this book a rating of four on ten.

Rating – 4/10

Have a nice day,
Andy

You Don’t Belong Here by Elizabeth Becker – Book Review

 

Publisher’s write-up:

‘The long-buried story of three extraordinary female journalists who permanently shattered the barriers to women covering war.   Kate Webb, an Australian iconoclast, Catherine Leroy, a French daredevil photographer, and Frances FitzGerald, a blue-blood American intellectual, arrived in Vietnam with starkly different life experiences but one shared purpose: to report on the most consequential story of the decade. At a time when women were considered unfit to be foreign reporters, Frankie, Catherine, and Kate challenged the rules imposed on them by the military, ignored the belittlement of their male peers, and ultimately altered the craft of war reportage for generations.

In You Don’t Belong Here, Elizabeth Becker uses these women’s work and lives to illuminate the Vietnam War from the 1965 American buildup, the expansion into Cambodia, and the American defeat and its aftermath. Arriving herself in the last years of the war, Becker writes as a historian and a witness of the times.

What emerges is an unforgettable story of three journalists forging their place in a land of men, often at great personal sacrifice. Deeply reported and filled with personal letters, interviews, and profound insight, You Don’t Belong Here fills a void in the history of women and of war.’

You Don’t Belong Here is a book written recalling the stories of three women – who were photo journalists during the Vietnam war – the first to break the glass ceiling of women being involved in wartime photography. The book is written by a woman war photographer herself, Elizabeth Becker.

It starts with the story of Catherine Leroy, a young woman from France who is not happy with her circumstances in a Parisian suburb and is looking to move abroad – to London, but later takes a one way ticket to Saigon (present day Ho Chi Minh city), to be a wartime photographer and goes through her experiences – when it comes to how she was seen as a woman and the constraints she had (such as, the fact that male journalists having Vietnamese partners were not seen as an issue but the other way round was). The next is on Frances Fitzgerald, daughter of US ambassador to Laos and is from the elite circles of US political sphere – whose trip to Laos decided to make her take this career. The last is on the Australian woman, Kate Webb, who also comes to Vietnam as a photographer and ends up in captivity of the Viet Cong.

This book details the story very well and we learn a lot – on the background of these women, their motivations and also the political situation around the Vietnam war. The author takes a lot of effort to inform the reader about the war, and the situation that was surrounding it, including touching upon less known aspects such as the bombardment of Cambodia and its impact. The struggles of Catherine was also well documented – but at the same time, the author also pointed out the few allies they had in this journey who helped them face these odds. Equally interesting was Kate Webb recalling her experiences, where there was a point where she was declared ‘dead’ by the Australian media and we are unaware to what extent hers was a case of Stockholm syndrome or a case of gaining understanding the other perspective that changed her views.

It was also interesting to know the steps that these women had to take to break these adverse circumstances – such as Catherine had to show herself as pro-war, pro-military action, more so than the average American conservative to be accepted in the area.

Having said that, much as I would not want to comment on the life choices of individuals and indeed, took a great step in opening up career avenues for women in the west, I also could not help but see how here were western women, who were bored of lives in their own countries and decided to make a career out of the misery and suffering of people far away from where they were. I might have viewed it differently had they been well informed of Vietnam, its politics, and its history and hence were passionate about it; which made them make this journey, but instead – they learnt all on the go.

Moreover, I understand that the book is about ‘women not belonging’ in photo journalism during a war and these women defying the odds; however, the author went a lot deeper than that, in explaining the war and the politics surrounding it (very well, if I may say so). In that case, to negate the earlier criticism, I would have like it if there was also the story of a Vietnamese or a Cambodian journalist who was trying to bring to light images from this war.

The last, I understood during the epilogue that the author herself is a famous photo journalist and if one of the few to have interviewed Pol Pot in Cambodia, post which she witnessed a traumatic incident which resulted in the murder of one of her colleagues in her hotel in Cambodia. So, adding her own story in addition to these three women could have also been an interesting choice.

On the whole, I would say that this was a very interesting book, and there was a lot for me to learn – about these women and their struggles in this field, the situation in Vietnam and its surroundings and the experience of someone in captivity with the Viet Cong. On that note, I had a good reading experience and I would award the book a rating of seven on ten.

Rating – 7/10

Have a nice day,
Andy

Home Coming by John Bradshaw – Book Review

 

Publisher’s write-up:

‘Are you outwardly successful but inwardly do you feel like a big kid? Do you aspire to be a loving parent but all too often “lose it” in hurtful ways? Do you crave intimacy but sometimes wonder if it’s worth the struggle? Or are you plagued by constant vague feelings of anxiety or depression?

If any of this sounds familiar, you may be experiencing the hidden but damaging effects of a painful childhood—carrying within you a “wounded inner child” that is crying out for attention and healing.

In this powerful book, John Bradshaw shows how we can learn to nurture that inner child, in essence offering ourselves the good parenting we needed and longed for. Through a step-by-step process of exploring the unfinished business of each developmental stage, we can break away from destructive family rules and roles and free ourselves to live responsibly in the present. Then, says Bradshaw, the healed inner child becomes a source of vitality, enabling us to find new joy and energy in living.’

Home Coming is a book on psychology by motivational speaker John Bradshaw – known for his famous 12 step programme, used by Alcoholics Anonymous. The book presents an interesting idea, that how, to get through any process of healing, we need to heal our inner child and the book talks about reclaiming this child at various stages, the ‘infant-self’, the ‘the toddler-self', etc. The author shares personal anecdotes from a lot of people whom he knows, to present the problems they were facing and how they could reclaim this ‘inner child’ in them.

I tried to read this with a very open mind – given that in the first few pages, I realised that should this author and I have a hypothetical conversation, we were going to disagree on most things. To start with, I did not like his writing style – which was non inclusive and even went on to say that when he writes ‘he’, he refers to everyone regardless of how they identify themselves; even for brevity, there are perfectly reasonable gender-neutral alternatives in English which the author did not consider.

But that was the point less contentious. I do not personally mind reading books from religious people or even books on religion – so long as I feel that there could be some takeaways for me even though I would disagree with a lot of their statements. The book invoked god a lot, and full disclosure here – I am an atheist and hence, reading with that open mind was important. Having said that, the author made a lot of sweeping conclusions – such as children being natural believers and religious. In his attempted inclusiveness, he wrote on several occasions (it was not one isolated citation from the book, if that had been the case, it would have been easy for me to overlook) - that regardless of the reader’s current relationship with ‘god’, their inner child is a natural believer.

This book hardly had any citations or references and most of his conclusions were based on anecdotes he shared. So, I would also share my personal anecdote that I was never religious despite growing up in a religiously conservative household – and was never convinced with the idea as early as I was five. While I went along with the religious rituals as a child – that was more because of my unconditional trust on my parents (as most children would, on their parents or caregivers), than an inclination towards belief and by the time I was eight, I said to myself that I could no longer do this and openly started identifying myself as an atheist. And I am no exception here – many irreligious people I know have had similar experiences as a child, and people whom I know who have grown up in households where their parents / caregivers were irreligious, this was never a question that crossed their mind.

So, to go ahead with what the author was suggesting, for me personally was not possible because of the author’s inherent assumption of the reader’s child self being religious. There were several other sweeping assumptions that the author made – such as the author assuming their reader to be in their mid 30s or early 40s, married at around 25, and with children.

I personally do not mind any assumptions that a writer makes – so long as the target audience is clearly specified, but here the author tries to sell it as a universal book which does not work. Moreover, the author makes some dangerous statements in this book – and if someone is trying to heal themselves from certain trauma – these are certainly not the best of words to read:

‘God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.’

Perhaps the author is oblivious to the fact that there are people, several of whom are neither religious nor spiritual and telling them that they are effectively ‘dead’ is not the best of things to say. He is not the only person in this profession who has made such statements though, I have had therapists who have made similar statements.

To conclude, I did not enjoy this book and I felt the author was imposing his views on the reader than open up a discussion. This maybe suited to people who have an upbringing in his specific faith and continue to hold those beliefs, but for everyone else, it is not an ideal book. I award this book a rating of three on ten.

Rating – 3/10

Have a nice day,
Andy

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong – Book Review

 

Publisher’s-write-up:

‘On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous is a letter from a son to a mother who cannot read. Written when the speaker, Little Dog, is in his late twenties, the letter unearths a family's history that began before he was born — a history whose epicenter is rooted in Vietnam — and serves as a doorway into parts of his life his mother has never known, all of it leading to an unforgettable revelation. At once a witness to the fraught yet undeniable love between a single mother and her son, it is also a brutally honest exploration of race, class, and masculinity. Asking questions central to our American moment, immersed as we are in addiction, violence, and trauma, but undergirded by compassion and tenderness, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous is as much about the power of telling one's own story as it is about the obliterating silence of not being heard.’

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous is an attempted novel from Ocean Vuong. The lead character is Little Dog, who is writing a letter to his illiterate mother – about his troubles growing up with his mother and grandmother, the abusive experiences he has had, both in the family and in the society at large, being a second generation immigrant of Vietnamese origins and yes, the lack of acceptance of his queer identity by his family.

The premise is interesting which was the reason why I wanted to like this book and I tried hard to do so. The book I understand is also autobiographical or what is increasingly happening – a type of autofiction, fictionalising one’s own story. The writer certainly had a style – and had a poetic writing style. I appreciate poetry, but I prefer to appreciate it while reading a poem, not read a prose that has forcibly inserted aspects of poetry.

What I find increasingly with many authors is that, they are trying to tick off a few boxes – given this character has issues with his mother, there is the angle of racism, struggles of someone with an immigrant background, struggles with his understanding of masculinity, the fact that he is gay in a family that does not accept it, etc. and he tried to insert all of this into his book. While I am someone who is sympathetic to all of these causes – and was precisely the reason why I tried to like this book, the narration fell flat.

If I had read the acknowledgements section a little earlier, maybe I would have avoided this altogether, given that the person whom he thanked in particular was Ben Lerner – the author of 10:04; a book that I read last year which I did not enjoy, at all – which was another case of a vague attempt at autofiction. If that was the target audience, it would have been evident to me from the very beginning that I was not the person for this book.

To conclude, I found nothing in this book, I read this book for my local book club discussion and like in many of these kinds of books, the discussion was more interesting than the book itself. Definitely the worst book that I read in 2023. On that note, I would award this book a rating of two on ten.

Rating – 2/10

Have a nice day,
Andy