"A girl was never ruined by books," my mother used to say. I've spent most of my life trying to prove that wrong.

Friday, March 15, 2019

The Widow by Fiona Barton: Journalism as Sensationalism or Sociology?

I probably wouldn't have read Fiona Barton's The Widow, had not one of the women in a book discussion group I lead found herself faced with it shortly after the death of her husband four years ago. She was visiting her daughter in the aftermath, and the young woman suggested she check out the reading group in the library nearest her home. My friend did, only to discover that The Widow was the reading for that month. She apparently was a little shaken but went to the discussion anyway, and came away pleased: the widow in the story was completely different from herself, and, it seems, her terms of reference were shaken a bit, in a good way

Not that the story is an easy one. Jean's husband has recently died, and Kate, an aggressive reporter for a London newspaper, wants to get her to tell the inside story on the man's involvement in the disappearance of a toddler a few years before. Glen, who clearly is a child-pornography addict, has been cleared of the crime because the case was thrown out of court on a technicality. He even wins a settlement for wrongful arrest. But both Kate and the detective investigating the case are still suspicious, and so they close in on Jean after Glen's death, ready to get the real story.

Barton, a former reporter who probably has a lot in common with Kate, tells the tale skillfully, keeping us off balance until the end. She also shows a face of sensational journalism that is both very interesting and repugnant. Paying people for exclusive interviews is common in the UK, although not in North America. (Here paying for a story is more likely a way to kill it, as witness the way the National Inquirer bought Stormy Daniels' tale of her tryst with Donald Trump and then sat on it.) Kate may want to bring to light the truth about the crime in hopes that it will protect other children, but she also wants to make a media splash for her newspaper.

That kind of dogged reporting can be valuable for a society: The Globe and Mail's incessant harping on the SNC-Lavalin case is a Canadian case in point. So is the continued surveillance of the Trump administration by The New York Times and the Washington Post. The question is: would resources expended in pursuing sensational interviews be better spent going after corruption and systemic wrong-doing?

Probably, although I'm reminded of a story one of my profs in J School told about a celebrated murder case in the 1950s. The New York Daily News covered it for weeks with front page stories and many photos that were dubbed too sensational. The New York Times also carried news about it, but didn't receive the same criticism. When the actual number of column inches of coverage in the two papers were compared, however, he found that the NYTimes actually carried more. The difference, he told us, was that what the Daily News carried was considered over-the-top, but the NYTimes was "sociology."
https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/the-widow-review-can-she-find-love-in-a-killer-marriage/2016/02/07/feb21dba-b7d2-11e5-99f3-184bc379b12d_story.html?utm_term=.42fbe1208cb8

Friday, March 8, 2019

Lying Low: A Lesson from Dinosaurs...Or What Happens When You Have a Cold

The Rise and Fall of Dinosaurs: A New History of a Lost World by Steve Brusatte was one of my Christmas books that I dipped into in early January, but had to put aside for work-related reading. Three days of a cold, however, allowed me to plunge back in, and I found myself transported from my living room hideout to the world of the deep past. Brusatte is both a paleontologist of some accomplishment (it seems) and an engaging writer. He effectively communicates his life-long passion for dinosaurs and the joys of the fossil hunt, as well as explaining in very accessible terms the kind of statistically-based research that he and his cronies have done to unravel the mystery of how dinosaurs arose and what doomed them.

That would be enough to make this a book worth reading. But Brusatte also writes extremely evocatively, and his description of what it must have been like to live the final moments of the dinosaurs' world before the earth was hit by an asteroid 66 million years ago is better than any special effects sequence dreamed up by film- or video-makers.

Also thought-provoking is his description of what happened afterwards, with small, timid, generalist mammalian creatures rising to prominence when the dust had settled and the wild fires had burned themselves out. There may be take-home here: specialization into many niches in a diverse landscape comes with its perils. Maybe there's something to be said for maintaining a low profile and the ability to exploit many kinds of opportunities. Must think about this some more, particularly since my time on the couch in the living room has been so fruitful in terms of reflection. 


The photo, by the way, is from the Royal Tyrrell Museum in Drumheller, AL where we spent a wonderful couple of days many years ago.  Our son was eight,  fascinated by dinosaurs, and we'd planned on spending an afternoon there before pushing homeward after a long trans-continental camping trip.  But the place was so interesting that we ended up spending nearly three days investigating the displays and talking to the staff.  By the end of our visit, our guy had started giving little tours to people, explaining what he'd learned and offering opinions on the best fossils. People actually listened to him!  It helped he was very cute and had become quite knowledgeable.  Would love to take his own sons there to look around.