For two people who don’t live in the same city, Dominique and I have done a lot together over the last eight years or so. It goes too far to say we’re like sisters, but we are a lot alike. In fact, when I showed up in Toronto in May to be part of her wedding, her father, after spending ten minutes watching us together, noted just how alike we are–not just mischievous, but mischievous in the exact same way (she refers to me as “smart ass” quite a bit). We don’t have the same taste in television shows (mine is good and hers is, well, let’s just say it’s something other than good), but we like so many of the same books. So many. We recommend them to one another, agree that they’re great, and then go our separate reading ways. But after we survived the death march of 2013 (otherwise known as 10 hours in three-inch heels and formal gowns) we agreed on two things: we need to take a trip together and we should read a book together…at the same time.
We’re reading The Skies Belong to Us. It’s my choice because three smart folks recommended it and because it’s non-fiction and that’s what I want to read these days. From the book’s website:
In an America torn apart by the Vietnam War and the demise of sixties idealism, airplane hijackings were astonishingly routine. Over a five-year period starting in 1968, the desperate and disillusioned seized commercial jets nearly once a week. Their criminal exploits mesmerized the country, never more so than when the young lovers at the heart of The Skies Belong to Us pulled off the longest-distance hijacking in American history.
It’s a fascinating story, and already I feel like I’m in the hands of a good storyteller and someone who has done his homework. Given how many other things I should be reading right now, it’s nice to know that this vacation away from my other reading has an excellent guide.
Random first thoughts:
Koerner wants to attribute Cathy Kerkow’s attraction to the Black Panthers to the break up of her family saying her rebelliousness is “rooted in in the trauma of her family’s dissolution several years before.” But I’ve started Skies right after watching “Orange is the New Black”–another story of a talented, privileged white girl who needs to sow her rebellious oats by visiting the world of the dangerous and/or the marginalized. For Piper Chapman it’s lesbian drug dealers and for Kerkow it’s the Black Panthers. So this grates a bit. In general I’m not a fan of the this-is-why-people-do-bad-things approach to understanding a character (I’m looking at you “Mad Men”), but I certainly understand the impulse. Further, this is not fiction, and the point of the book is to tell us who Kerkow and Roger Holder are and how they hooked up. It just seems too easy. Her choices might just be that…choices. It makes me wonder how this story would read if told by a different author: a woman (black, white, or of any hue), a black man, a historian.
My father was in Vietnam in 1968, the first year of my life (he was sent over a month after I was born and came back a year later). We never talk about it, and I don’t watch war movies, so it’s jarring to read what he must have seen over there while my mother and I were living in my aunt’s attic in Amsterdam. I’ve always seen Vietnam as more of a metaphor than a lived historical event, so it’s hard to read about it, particularly when I remember stories my mom told me about how my dad’s absence affected her. And, unlike movies where I can cover my eyes if I don’t like what’s on the screen, I have to read all of Koerner’s vivid descriptions. They’re harrowing. I don’t know how anyone recovers from those horrors, and Koerner puts those dots together so carefully that it’s easy to understand Holder’s choices.
I got the Prefontaine reference without looking it up–but only because I dated an economics professor in grad school who was a marathon runner. He had a poster of him in his home office.
Dom, I’m curious to know how the references to American politics read to you. The name Thomas Dodd might as well have been written in bold for me. I didn’t know his story (I looked it up), but his son is Chris Dodd, who also went on to be a senator for the state of Connecticut and is now president of the Motion Picture Association of America. That last bit doesn’t really matter, but since I’m sure this book will be made into a movie (or maybe not because I’m not sure how mainstream America will feel about this interracial couple; how far has “Scandal” taken us?*) and it points out some eerie coincidences in the first few chapters, I’m going to note it.
The idea that America didn’t have a law about hijacking planes cracks me up. Like no one thought to put up on of those “Please Don’t Take This Plane” signs. I guess you can’t think of everything.
For the most part, I really like the writing. It only bugs me when Koerner writes about Kerkow’s “abundant charms.” It feels like he’s reaching and trying to be a “writer” when it’s clear he’s already a very good one.
That’s it for now…Dom will blog her thoughts at some point.
*As a black woman in America, I feel I have to go on record and say I have no problems with black men dating white women. Or black women dating white men (I’ve done it). Or people dating other people. The heart wants what the heart wants, and I don’t politicize or historicize that.
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