Saturday, March 31, 2012

A literary Wild West



I posted this on a LinkedIn discussion of writers, agents and publishers. It was in reply to an author who came out against any "filtering" of books, even if only  to mark the praiseworthy: 

I applaud your selection of reviewera: the welders, waitresses, bus drivers and soldiers of the world. You may know who your readers are and they are Everyman/woman. So far so good.

If your only purpose is to reach them, and they can find you in a sea of a virtual debris of words, ill-applied, misspoken and misspelled in sometimes incoherent sentences, you don't need anyone on your individual Island.

But I frankly dislike when my name of independently published author is thrown into a literary Wild West free-for-all. In the movies I grew up on, one could right away tell the white hats from the black hats. Not in the self-publishing wilderness, where every technologically savvy but linguistically challenged school evader can inflict his version of  English on the unsuspecting public.

That is why I am in favor of "putting white hats" on books: telling the public where it can expect the bona fides? And that is what you can find in www.indiePENdents.org. Those who tell it shouldn't or can't be done won't stop us from securing the access of good self-published books into bookstores and libraries.

Be a Grok, too. From your flood-proof ground, join the good guys.



Saturday, February 25, 2012

AUTHOR ON AUTHOR REVIEWS AND CRITIQUES

A lively discussion in a writers' group on LinkedIn made me think about the pros and cons of writers reviewing writers.


When I was just a reader, I judged books differently than when I became a writer. I now approach review and criticism with new eyes and new considerations.
Before and after, I am the same person and have the same likes and dislikes, but as a writer myself, I am more aware of the person who wrote the book, and since I don’t see other authors as competitors (some, to my surprise, say they do), I am not sure if my verdicts are not also tinted by our kinship. At the very least, my critique seeks to be gentler, even when the writing isn’t to my liking.
Of course, I still outright reject books I find an affront to literature. This  by no means includes some fractured use of language, which a master scribe is entitled to as much as a painter can play with form and colors once he has proven mastery of his craft. To use another parallel, I will never leave the theater or a movie without seeing the work to the end, no matter how painful staying through may be. 
This is particularly true now, when I have started reviewing books of authors participating with me in various forums on LinkedIn. I know I am adding into the mix an empathy for the process, which the writer, like myself, went through in creating the book. If I stop on the way, I try to see what was he or she trying to convey.
I try to make my subjective judgment as objective as possible, but I wonder: Should we review each other’s work at all now that we have created an almost personal acquaintance (or, in some cases, a certain dislike) for the other author? How can we avoid the influence of this nepotism?
Now I have disturbed the bees and must accept it if I get stung.  

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

INCREDIBLE CENSORSHIP OF AUTHORS BY AUTHORS


I joined a group calling itself NJ AuthorsNetwork
My first post was the following:
Our books are listed on Amazon and B&N, available on Kindle, Nook and iPad, but we
find it impossible to get a foot of space on the shelves or get a book signing in a
bookstore.
Why? Because we "don't have a publisher."
In order to overcome the barriers which the independent writers now face in the
publishing industry, a group of us has started a free membership group:
www.indiePENdents.org. Our Working Group is now developing ways to take selfpublishing
into the mainstream, and open the door for our works into bookstores and
libraries.
In a separate group discussion on LinkedIn last night, I proposed an interim action: to
set up a table in front of Barnes & Noble store in Princeton where our books will be on
display (and if legal for sale) with posters indicating the absurdity that B&N sells them
on their website but not in the store.
We could distribute leaflets protesting the second-class citizenship assigned to
independent authors by the industry and call ourselves OCCUPY PUBLISHERS,
BOOKSTORES AND LIBRARIES.
We must start somewhere, so exerting pressure on B&N is a good beginning. We must
work on opening the gates to us, and breaking the barriers now standing between
independent authors and the reading public.
Readers today are not given the choice to choose or not our books because they are
kept from their sight. Tomorrow, that will change if we start acting toward that goal.
If you are interested in participating, please email lastexile@yahoo.com. We could then
meet to discuss this action at a Panera of our choice.
An astonishing reply came from John Gibbs, the owner the group
Jasha,
Sorry, but this is not the place to discuss occupying anything. I've deleted your original message from the boards. Please don't post anythimg like that again.
RHe was joined by another imported writer, Paul Barnett:
Just wondering, Jasha, if you're able to give B&N the same discounts they get from traditional publishers?
Paul
This makes three immigrants, 2:1 for the Brits, which doesn’t make them right. I have had my scraps with their likes in Her Majesty’s Government before (Read; The Last Exile)
To which I replied today: 

Re: For self-published authors: Occupy Publishers, Bookstores, Libraries
I protest your censorship. We are an open society and writers of all people
should not be the one's who shut other peopleup.
Had I named my call OPEN THE DOORS TO INDIES, would it have been censored as
well? I used Occupy for its shock effect and I don't care how it is called, but
my call is valid and of deepest interest to authors.
How come you do allow posts on B&N policy on indies authors bu you not a
disciusion on the indies authors policies on B&N .
What is this network for if not for the concerns of NJ authors? If you insist on not letting authors speak their mind, shouldn't you change its name? It
deceived me.





Saturday, February 18, 2012

Appeal to writers in my neighborhood


This is an email call I sent to members of a NJ writers association:




Our books are listed on Amazon and B&N, available on Kindle, Nook and iPad, but we find it impossible to get a foot of space on the shelves or get a book signing in a bookstore. 


Why? Because we "don't have a publisher."
In order  to overcome the barriers which the independent writers now face in the publishing industry, a group of us has started a free membership group: www.indiePENdents.org. Our Working Group is now developing ways to take self-publishing into the mainstream, and open the door for our works into bookstores and libraries.
In a separate group discussion on LinkedIn last night, I proposed an interim action: to set up a table in front of Barnes & Noble store in Princeton where our books will be on display (and if legal for sale) with posters indicating the absurdity that B&N sells them on their website but not in the store.
We could distribute leaflets protesting the second-class citizenship assigned to independent authors by the industry and call ourselves OCCUPY PUBLISHERS, BOOKSTORES AND LIBRARIES.
We must start somewhere, so  exerting pressure on B&N is a good beginning. We must work on opening the gates to us, and breaking the barriers now standing between independent authors and the reading public. 
Readers today are not given the chance to choose or not our books because they are kept from their sight. Tomorrow, that will change if we start acting toward that goal.
If you are interested in participating, please email lastexile@yahoo.com. We could then meet to discuss this action at a Panera of our choice.

Friday, February 17, 2012

A CALL TO SNUBBED AND UNDERVALUED INDEPENDENT WRITERS: "OCCUPY PUBLISHERS, BOOKSTORES AND LIBRARIES"


In one of the LinkedIn writers groups, a question was today raised about the Occupy Writers movement and a suggestion made that their goal is the same as that of self-published authors. I explained that no, these are already famous writers not concerned with the independents' plight. I suggested that what we need is to form an organization of independent self-published authors. I called it Occupy Publishers, Bookstores and Libraries, because this is where currently the barriers are erected against the independent writers. 

One of  our very well liked peers responded with outrage against such an Occupy movement, objecting to the term as signifying lazy people who want to enjoy the fruit of other people labors. I responded saying that, because our society is so polarized, Occupy has become a scarecrow, but it has its roots in the best American tradition of fair play and justice. 

I don't now, I said,  if you are familiar with N+, the literary publication which stepped behind that movement of young people who would like their country to be available to them. N+, to which I subscribed since its beginning several years before Occupy started, is a group of young aspiring writers, searching for their place under the sun and reminding me of the days of my literary youth. They believe theirs is not a political but ethical agenda, 
We should give them a listen, I pleaded, and you will see that demonizing them has no place in reality. Some of these young N+ people have already become best selling authors; all of them are idealists who think they can make a difference and make a positive contribution to their country. Just remember what the Boston tea party was about because new Tea Party came to deny the right of dissent from its views, declaring it un-American.
It is hard in our polarized society not to see any dissent in  a light other than that of an enemy. These children will be American leaders of tomorrow, guarding the rule of law and the freedoms and liberties of Americans.
In a wide sweep of history, they will be eventually considered the new American pioneers and not a rabble of anarchists as they are now painted to be. I think I will be proven right.

Monday, February 13, 2012

BOSNIA ON MY MIND


BOSNIA ON MY MIND
This is three stories in one, all of them centered on Bosnia, my birth land.  
First, the title. I started using it for Power Point presentations of my book,  Requiem for a Country:  A History Lesson,  ever since Angelina Jolie wrote and directed "In the Land of Blood and Honey," her own attempt to explain the causes of Bosnian genocides. I have tried to do that in The Last Exile in 2009 and again now in Requiem.
The second story actually started with Inga, a woman I had never met, and how she found me on the World Wide Web. She was born in Sarajevo, long after I had left it for the last time in 1946. She informed me she was a granddaughter of my paternal aunt, Erna, who had eloped with a Catholic man in 1938, a coincidence that played a role in her survival through World War II pogroms in the city.
It was the summer of 2010, and Inga had come upon my book, The Last Exile, on the Web. She sent me an email: Was I the son of a Mihael Levi, who had a sister Erna, her grandmother, in Sarajevo? We started exchanging pictures, memories and family history.  
From Inga, I learned how the breakup of Yugoslavia showed that Tito’s regime wasn’t what its detractors had made it out to be.  Bosnians, she reported, were not all that happy with the results of their “liberation” from the Federation he had built out of the ashes of the old Kingdom of Yugoslavia. Thievery was a sore point. Some people were getting filthy rich while the majority was falling into greater poverty. “We weren’t rich under Tito,” she said, “but everybody was pulling the cart in equal measure.”
The balkanization of Yugoslavia in the 1990s resulted in the independence of the former Yugoslav republics from each other, but also in a drastic lowering of the standard of living, accompanied by rampant corruption, in most of them. 
And this is the third part of the story:  A proof that this is not just a subjective, biased opinion from the rafters. It came in a book I came across, In a Bosnian Trench: A Wartime Memoir of a Muslim Bosnian Soldier, by Elvir Kulin, who wrote: 
After Tito's death, the economy in Bosnia worsened partly because of the corruption of political leaders and partly because of the cutback of social programs. Those cutbacks were demanded by the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank, which loaned Yugoslavia money. It was difficult to raise children and pay for food and school. You could feel the tension in the people. Unemployment was high. Nationalist politicians, who were replacing the Communist officials, blamed the poor economy on rival ethnic and religious groups.
These rival groups, taking their medieval revenge for fratricidal killings in the distant past, engaged in one of the worst genocides since the massacres of Armenians by the Turks after WWI and of Jews by the Germans during WWII.
To better illustrate my presentations about Bosnia, I asked Inga to send me some "before and after" photographs of Sarajevo, before and after Tito was gone, and before and after the internecine killings. Some of them were of the Sarajevo 1984 Winter Olympics. The contrast was striking.
Inga wrote:
People lived well. Tito wasn't a dictator in the real meaning of the word. Yugoslavia had respect, and we who traveled abroad with the ‘scarlet passport’ saw it.
Then, we lived; today, we survive. There is no more that middle class. Today there are more mendicants and homeless (there were none then); many more bad things are happening.
Today, some curse him, say that one didn't live well then. I lived very well, was middle class, traveled through Europe, went every year to the sea ... not today.
I had broken ties with Yugoslavia before it broke itself apart, but I couldn’t remain uninvolved in the renewed carnage and destruction of my hometown. Thus: "Bosnia on My Mind" and my review of my Bosnian past.
I served Tito's Yugoslavia from its inception in 1944 until I left 12 years later. I observed it from afar as Tito ruled for another 24 years until his death. To this day, people ask me how is it that I don’t hate him as they think he deserves to be hated. It happens at private parties, as well as when I present my books to the public in schools and libraries.
Tito’s unfavorable reputation in America developed for many reasons, only one of them being his declared Communist background. Even when he stood up to Stalin in 1948 and his expulsion from Cominform marked the beginning of the end of the monolithic Soviet Empire, he remained sort of an anathema here. His attempts to find a middle ground between the western and eastern economic systems and to create a peaceful neutral corridor between the Eastern and Western Cold War blocks, deserved at least some praise for effort. He was a better asset to America than he was getting credit for.
The truth of the matter is that Tito’s enemies in America were wartime supporters of the enemies of the Allied forces in WWII, the Chetniks and the Ustashe.  These groups opposed Tito on ideological grounds even though he led the successful patriotic war against the Nazi occupation of Yugoslavia and effectively achieved unity and brotherhood of South Slavs.  After his death, that unity was broken by narrow and suspect interests along an artificial religious divide.
The animosity towards Tito helped many escaped war criminals avoid deportation back to and trial in Yugoslavia. Principal among them was Andrija Artuković, interior minister of the Ante Pavelić quisling regime in Zagreb, responsible for the unspeakably cruel extermination of Serbs, Jews and gypsies in concentration camps throughout Croatia between 1941 and 1945.  The outcry in the U.S. against Artuković's extradition from California, where he had been living, was based on his being an anti-Communist and a Roman Catholic at a time when Tito and the Vatican were at loggerheads over the wartime pro-Nazi activities of Archbishop Stepinac of Zagreb. American schools were even named for the Croat prelate who had blessed troops on their way to serve Hitler on the Eastern Front.
At the time, no moral outrage could trump anticommunism in America. Former Nazis were welcome, not only as builders of rockets for NASA but also as dubious sources of information against the Russians, former US allies now enemies in the Cold War.  It wasn’t springtime in America then. Its moral leadership of the world had given way to a pragmatic "whatever works" in international as well as in domestic affairs. That is why this former foreigner maintains that this was the time when America’s beacon appeared to be dimming, as it began resorting to what was expedient rather than what was moral and ethical in international life. 
Several wars later, America is struggling to regain its old glow as the nation among the nations.  May it succeed. 

Monday, January 30, 2012

Front Page of i-Italy January 30, 2012

ON THE SURVIVAL OF JEWS IN ITALY 1941-1944


From the correspondence with Dr. Cappelli of the Calandra Institute prior to publication:

Due to constraints of space, which I exceeded by 10 words, I was unable to quote supporting sources, but they can be found in the Holocaust Encyclopedia of the US Holocaust Memorial Museum, the Wiesenthal Center, www.HolocaustResearchProject.org and Renzo de Felice's The Jews in Fascist Italy: A History, among many other scientific documents.

I am aware of the recent trend by some in academia, most of them part of the post-WWII generation, to interpret racial laws in Italy as more native than previously established. However, I must point out that most of these studies take their conclusions from subjective interpretations of official documents. I speak of factual survivals as an objective result of the sheltering which so many Italians provided to fleeing foreign Jews. It is a historical fact that Italians as a people hated the Germans; if they were saving Jews for that reason alone, it would not diminish the magnitude of the results.

I too have read every word Primo Levi wrote about his experiences, as well as words of lesser know Italians, such as a late friend of mine, Sergio Sarri, a non-Jew imprisoned in Germany, who wrote Bits of String about his capture as an Italian Partisan from Torino. I have had long discussions by email, letter and telephone with Ms. Indrimi
[of the Primo Levi Institute in NY], before I gave up on trying to convince her that survival of any number of Jews is also a part of the story of the Holocaust. Every country seems proud that some of its citizens behaved admirably; why would Italy be different?

But  .... I refrained from .making my case ad hominem. All that the few of us remaining survivors are asking is that we not be denied now, as we surely will be denied once we all die away and make the point mute. It is my hope that the "reverse-denial" as I call it will not work in the end.

Once again, thank you for letting me set the record straight.


When I recently found on your digital pages a veiled attempt to deny the significance of the fact that many Italians helped foreign Jews survive the Holocaust, I asked to be given an opportunity for an opposing view. I thank you for allowing me to do express it.

 As an active Yugoslav Jewish antifascist in 1930s, I was too young to be accepted as a volunteer in the Spanish Civil War, but I got my chance to take action against Italian fascism in Split in 1941. There, I have earned my credentials against Mussolini and the black shirts on the streets of occupied Split in 1941. I have lived the whole of my 90 years opposing dictatorships and genocides, and what I have to say must be taken in that context.

I escaped my hometown from the Nazis because I was a Jew and my life was in danger. Had I stayed, I would have ended like more than 90% of Yugoslav Jews who perished for no other reason but for being Jewish. In Italian occupied Dalmatia, to where I fled, I was the enemy not for being a Jew but for being antifascist, a member of the underground. That was a fundamental distinction, which became even clearer in retrospect than it was at the time.

Territories occupied by fascist Italy were known to Jews from Salonica to Marseilles, everywhere in Europe, as the lesser evil; those Yugoslavs who did not perish in the Holocaust survived only because they escaped into Italian-held areas of Dalmatia and Montenegro.

 Uprooted and barely 19 at the time, I was taken as a civilian prisoner of war to an Italian hamlet in which the natives may have been circumspect about the foreigners, but not because we were Jewish. The churchgoing greengrocer’s wife asked us “sono veramente Ebrei”?, perhaps surprised that we didn’t look as sinister as the antisemitic propaganda was painting the Christ killers. She was the one who always gave us more than the prescribed rations of milk and bread “per gli bambini.”

I did not hate the fascists less because of that happenstance. But the Italians in Asolo did not behave as  one would have expected of members of a fascist nation.

When Mussolini fell in 1943 and we dispersed in various directions but all towards Rome, we were spared the fate of Italian Jews whose addresses were known to the new rulers - the Nazis and their Italian collaborators.  The refugees from Asolo, escaping with false documents given us personally by the highest government representative in the city, the Podesta, were not alone. Surviving with us were thousands of other foreign Jews from all over Italy, often thanks to active help from ordinary Italians.

This doesn’t by any means exonerate fascist Italy from being a participant in a bestial alliance with Hitler.

My political memoir, Requiem for a Country, juxtaposes our survival and the cruel fate suffered by Italian Jews deported in cattle cars from Milan, or burned in a crematorium in Trieste. The fleeing Jews were invisible to the authorities and that may have been the only reason they survived, but all along their route to salvation they found Italians who helped them hide, get food, move from one hideout to another.

I am to this day critical of the policies of Pius XII as being at best wishy-washy towards Hitler, but that doesn’t stop me from reporting that many a refugee, including myself, got assistance from at least some clergy in the Vatican. Was their number statistically significant? I don’t know. But I know the saying about the statistically tested parachute; I prefer that I had a good one at my side even if “scientifically” some may called it anecdotal. To the thousands of foreign Jewish survivors in Italy, escaping alive is a statistic, not an anecdote.

There are a diminishing number of us who still bear witness that in the barbaric times of WWII many Italians behaved better than most Europeans with the exception of the Danes. In my own country, we witnessed cruelties against Jews which made even the supervising SS cringe.

The modest joy at finding survivors in that corner of Europe only amplified the horror of the death of millions of others , including Italians, who perished in the Holocaust simply for being Jewish.

Honoring the good Italians does not dishonor the memory of the eight thousand murdered Italian Jews. It serves the historic truth.