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The Mountain Goats – Transcendental Youth (Music Review)

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The Mountain Goats – Trancendental Youth

As a new father myself, I have a lot of respect for The Mountain Goats’ John Darnielle. Transcendental Youth is his first release since the birth of his son, but he didn’t suddenly become soft and sentimental. Instead, this is a collection of honest songs about the difficulties of life, with the chance for happiness found at the end of a gauntlet. As a lesson for his child, it’s honest and refreshing, with the bit of hope it holds out being completely believable.

These songs are the most grounded in reality since The Mountain Goats’ The Sunset Tree, and while the songs aren’t all obviously about youth, the songs make sense if you imagine confused teens narrating each one. From a drug addict to a schizophrenic runaway, Darnielle narrates these without any implied judgment: These are their stories, and they don’t need some adult songwriter inserting his own judgment. And to the extent that Darnielle does have an opinion about this, his repeated theme is that everyone needs to figure out their own path: “Spent Gladiator 2”, the one song that strays slightly outside modern realism, is about bloodied gladiators and besieged villagers just trying to survive, with the obvious implication that childhood is equally epic and dangerous. (Its lyrics are echoed in the advice of “Amy (AKA Spent Gladiator 1)”, with lines such as “play with matches if you think you need to play with matches… just stay alive”.)

Musically, this is what you’d expect from a modern Mountain Goats album. Post-anti-folk, if there is such a thing, Darnielle’s voice mixes a poet’s confidence with a human’s frailty. The music is simple, but emphasizes the emotions in the songs, especially the tension and desperation. This album adds a horn section to many of the songs, which add an effective flourish when singing about the triumph of living through another day.

Transcendental Youth doesn’t have as many standout hits as recent Mountain Goats albums Heretic Pride or All Eternals Deck, but it has a clarity of vision that those ones lack. Darnielle’s son didn’t change his art, but it helped him hone the worldview he’s been describing for years. Youth is a painful struggle, but it’s worth surviving. This album captures that.

Grade: B+

 

Two Parenting Books: Cinderella Ate My Daughter and Free-Range Kids

I’ve been trying to post book reviews every Friday, but I completely missed this past one. I have a good excuse, though! My first child was born early on Saturday morning.

To commemorate the event in a way appropriate to this blog, here are my thoughts on two books I read while preparing for it.

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Peggy Orenstein – Cinderella Ate My Daughter

Peggy Orenstein’s Cinderella Ate My Daughter argues that girly-girl culture has gotten out of hand. While society has always treated girls and boys differently, Orenstein believes that it has reached a new extreme. In a casual style, recounting her own trips through malls, concerts, and board rooms, she paints a picture of how corporate marketing and parental indulgence has created a culture where every aspect of a girl’s life must be pink and fit for a princess. Despite talk about equality and girl power, Orenstein believes that we are teaching girls from birth to be helpless and disconnected from any practical thoughts about what their adult life will be like.

Orenstein doesn’t really sell her own point well, though. She portrays herself as a concerned parent just trying to make sense of the overwhelming influences around her to figure out what is best for her daughter. I can identify with that mindset, but I’m not writing a book on the subject. I wish she could come to a more definite conclusion. Instead, the book is mainly tied together with anecdotes about our culture and the occasional story of the frustrated, inconsistent way she tries to deal with her own daughter’s interests.

There are some effective parts. A chapter on child beauty pageants avoids blaming those involved and instead presents them as an extension of our everyday focus on dress-up and fashion. Some sections that focus on corporate trends (especially the recent, and lucrative, “Disney Princesses” branding effort) make a great case that these trends are increasing, and starting at younger ages, because of marketing efforts.

Mostly, though, this book failed to give me any great insight or arguments for Orenstein’s thesis, even though I agreed with her before I read it. In fact, the book did a lot to make me less concerned about this as an issue: Plenty of the stories reminded me of events from my own childhood, reassuring me that things have always been this way, and kids still grow up ok. That argument is the very one that Orenstein needs to argue against most clearly. But instead, it just shows her fumbling around, failing to reach a conclusion, and seeing her own daughter find her way through the “princess phase” without any need for worries.

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Lenore Skenazy – Free-Range Kids

In contrast, Lenore Skenazy’s Free-Range Kids movement has a much more well-defined diagnosis and list of suggestions. Skenazy’s main concern is that we overreact to every minor chance that our children could get hurt, and our well-intentioned changes to protect them from strangers and accidents are robbing them of their childhoods. Ironically, this presents new risks (obesity, lack of confidence, over-reliance on parents) that are much more likely than the freak accidents we feel we must prevent. Let your children play outside beyond eyesight, go trick-or-treating, and make their own plans, Skenazy says, and the skinned knees you can’t prevent will be part of a memorable, educational, and still safe, childhood.

She keeps a blog about this subject, mainly filled with letters from like-minded parents, that I can highly recommend. It’s sensible, topical, and maybe most amazingly, has a great comments section. Most parenting message boards are depressing even by the normal standards of internet comments, with parents tearing each other down and assigning blame for everything that does (or could) go wrong. In contrast, the positive, confident contributors to the Free-Range Kids site are a great indicator of how healthy this movement is.

She fumbles a bit in the book, though. It’s still very much worth reading, but when given the opportunity to provide an introduction/manifesto for the topics her website covers, Skenazy didn’t have a great plan. The bulk of the book, “The Fourteen Free-Range Commandments”, feature sections that sometimes seem repetitive and space-filling. Many examples are great, but others seem like exaggerations as crazy as the culture she derides. Her stories about the things children survived in the past or in other countries make the point that kids are incredibly resilient, but she glosses over their stresses and high death rates. Though she says that of course she doesn’t advocate those exact systems, and her own personal anecdotes make her seem rational and protective at appropriate times, those sections will probably convince some people that she’s not taking dangers seriously.

It might actually be best to start with the last third of the book. The “Safe Or Not?” section, which runs through an encyclopedic list of parents’ fears and provides facts for each one, it a lot more amusing and readable than it sounds. It’s followed by an essay (“Strangers With Candy”) and conclusion that zero right in on the main points that I felt were obscured by the rest of the book. That essay repeats some material from earlier, meaning that it was probably intended to be published separately, but it also means that it works as a convincing, stand-alone read. After being hooked by that, the fleshed-out material in the rest of the book might work better to reinforce the points.

I read both these books a couple months ago, and time has reinforced my initial impressions. I still have no firm conclusion about the ideas expressed in Cinderella Ate My Daughter, while the lessons of Free-Range Kids have stuck with me, reinforced by the blog and by daily events it primed me to notice. That book may have its structural flaws, but in the end the points came through well for me.

 

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: C

Free-Range Kids: B+