Last night I had the privilege of emceeing the inaugural TEDx event in my current hometown. (TEDx is an initiative of the TED Conference that allows communities to organize local TED-style events.) TEDxWayPublicLibrary was the vision of Natalie Dielman, program coordinator at our incredible local library (I’ve written before about my appreciation for Way Public Library). Natalie organized a planning committee that threw themselves into the task, and the event was sold out a couple weeks ago.
Our theme was “A Community of Ideas,” admittedly broad, but somehow all five presentations, plus the few TED talk videos we featured, together drove home a message about what we can see and hear in the everyday if we just pay closer attention.
C.R. Kasprzyk, a composer finishing his doctorate in music composition and digital media at Bowling Green State University, gave a gorgeous presentation on “Sustainability and Found Composition.” He played his own recordings of walleye, bats, a glacier, ambient city sounds and more (hear samples on his website), and talked about his compositional philosophy of letting his surroundings direct his work, demonstrating how all earthlings (human and otherwise) are connected. Cory has a effervescent charm that really connected with the audience.
Julie Rubini told her personal story about how she was inspired to found Claire’s Day, an annual children’s book festival and literary outreach program that helps thousands of children in our area, after her young daughter died unexpectedly. She has since published Hidden Ohio, and is working on two other books. She was passionate about the transformative power of bringing authors and illustrators face-to-face with kids.
And last night I saw, in person, one man move the arm of another man using a human-human interface. Tim Marzullo, a PhD in neuroscience from the University of Michigan and co-founder of Backyard Brains, gave a mesmerizing, rapid-fire demonstration (involving bilingual slides and an unscripted device repair) of some of his neuroprosthetic research. In less than 20 minutes, he made an incredible case for inexpensive tech and community maker spaces to foster DIY science around the world.
Our city has a top-ranked public school system, but Tom Hosler, school superintendent, argued from statistics and personal experience that public education needs a new model. Instead of giving kids “faster horses,” a la Henry Ford (“If I had asked people what they wanted, they would have said faster horses”) it’s time for real innovation in education – and he has a vision more communities should get behind.
We closed with a rousing call to action from Ken Leslie, former professional comedian and founder of 1Matters.org, a national nonprofit that works to house the unhoused. Once a homeless addict, his life was turned around by the realization that “when you feel you matter to no one, go care for someone.” Preaching the “power of one,” he had the whole crowd smiling in minutes (and had me laughing in the Green Room the second he walked in). Moose fist bump, Ken!
It was a great evening for the 100+ of us gathered around the TEDxWayPublicLibrary stage, discussing together how learning to look closer and listen more attentively makes our community more interesting and more humane. So many people came up to me during the breaks to say how excited they were to have access to such a program right in their neighborhood.
It was a bit of a milestone for me too. I’ve spoken in public many times before, but I’ve never introduced the mayor and anchored a 3-hour live event. As an introvert, I surprised myself at how much I enjoyed the back and forth with the audience, the on-the-fly connecting the threads of each presentation, and the general energy of the event. I was exhausted by the end of the night – and still feeling it today, too, if I’m honest – but so glad to have been a part of it. I’m sincerely grateful to Natalie and everyone at the Way for giving me the opportunity.
Just a quick note to say that I continue to do most of my blogging over at The Discarded Image, where in the last few months I’ve reviewed Virginia Dust’s atmospheric debut novel River of Dust; Joseph Geha’s Lebanese Blonde, set in my hometown of Toledo; Josh Hanagarne’s wise and witty memoir, The World’s Strongest Librarian; and Eli Brown’s magnificent Cinnamon and Gunpowder. One of our more popular features there is our weekly 3 for Thursday, like “3 Instant Writing Improvements,” “3 Things to Do with Unwanted Books“, and “3 Practical Reasons to Support Public Libraries.” I’ve got some other personal projects underway, too, but in the meantime, if you haven’t yet checked out The Discarded Image – and you’re interested in literature, science, philosophy, and religion – please do.
In my high school and college years, I read a lot of books by and about the Puritans. These were English Protestants who were first called “puritan” in a pejorative sense because of their stance that the Church of England had capitulated too much to Rome, and many among them followed the teachings of John Calvin. Their separatist nature was one of many factors that led significant numbers of Puritans to emigrate to the American colonies. Among the most famous of these colonists was Jonathan Edwards, an influential eighteenth-century preacher.
Puritan writers were fervent, earnest believers who urged their readers to piety. And the books about these Puritans to which I was exposed held them up as role models, in some cases to an extreme. The general theme was that these people were closer to God than we are in modern life, and the closer we modeled our relationships and daily activities after theirs, the better off we were spiritually.
What I didn’t understand in my early encounters with the Puritans was that their writings were ideals, the way they thought life should be lived in relationship to God. Which is not the same thing as how they actually lived—not because they were insincere, but because they were no more consistent in matching their beliefs to their actions than anyone else is. This is something that the writers of the books about the Puritans should have stressed—but the ones I read were too infatuated with the same ideals and therefore perpetuated my false impression. More objective books certainly existed; I just hadn’t encountered them yet in my particular community.
I have since come to read history and theology very differently, and I no longer have a romantic view of the Puritans. But sometimes early impressions are hard to root out, buried as they are under the strata of ideas formed over time. The only way to reexamine these ideas is to take up the subject again from other points of view and let them wrestle in the back of your mind until the inconsistencies shake loose and come to the surface.
I wasn’t specifically looking to do any more reading on colonial America or Jonathan Edwards, but I was intrigued when I saw Ava Chamberlain’s newest book, The Notorious Elizabeth Tuttle: Marriage, Murder, and Madness in the Family of Jonathan Edwards. I was familiar with Chamberlain’s work as an Edwards scholar (for personal reasons, I’ve read far more than my share about him), and I was surprised to learn there had been a number of scandals in the family. That’s when a light went off that this was one of those areas where I might need to challenge my assumptions.
So I dove in. And sure enough, her retelling of Elizabeth Tuttle’s life was not only a fascinating story, but clarified a lot of details about marriage, family and mental illness in colonial America. Though I had a complaint about form, I gave it a positive review over at The Discarded Image:
Those who recognize the name Elizabeth Tuttle know her only as the paternal grandmother of colonial theologian Jonathan Edwards, a woman her grandson was raised to forget because of her alleged failings as a colonial goodwife. Yet this same woman, two centuries later, was paraded by leaders of the eugenics movement as the paragon of genetic material, a woman whose descendants include an unusually high number of intelligentsia. And in between those wildly different portraits of her lie nearly 200 years of forgotten silence.
So who was the real Elizabeth Tuttle?
What if? is such a tantalizing question, especially when asked in the form of an alternate history. As soon as I read the description of Enid Shomer’s debut novel, The Twelve Rooms of the Nile, advertised in The New Yorker as an alternate history bringing together Florence Nightingale and Gustave Flaubert, I added it to my library hold list. And since it turned out to be a thrilling adventure driven by two compelling personalities, I had to review it for The Discarded Image.
Gustave Flaubert and Florence Nightingale both toured the Nile in 1850. No evidence suggests that they met during their excursions, but in The Twelve Rooms of the Nile, Enid Shomer imagines that they did. That both were wealthy Europeans requiring substantial provisioning makes it possible, if not probable, that they encountered one another somewhere along the journey.
What makes this potential encounter so fascinating, as Shomer imagines it, is that these two people are so unalike, their friendship so unlikely. These differences are the alchemy that conjures a brief but intense friendship responsible for launching both parties on the trajectory for which they are known today.