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How Libraries Save Lives

One woman’s story of how a bookmobile transported her away from a deadly life and toward her human potential.

How Libraries Save Lives

“Knowledge sets us free, art sets us free. A great library is freedom,” Ursula K. Le Guin wrote in contemplating the sacredness of public libraries. “If librarians were honest, they would say, No one spends time here without being changed,” Joseph Mills wrote in his ode to libraries. “You never know what troubled little girl needs a book,” Nikki Giovanni wrote in one of her poems celebrating libraries and librarians.

A beautiful testament to that emancipating, transformative power of public libraries comes from one such troubled little girl named Storm Reyes, who grew up in an impoverished Native American community, had her life profoundly changed, perhaps even saved, by a library bookmobile, and went on to become a librarian herself. She tells her story in this wonderful oral history animation by StoryCorps:

The piece was adapted into an essay in Callings: The Purpose and Passion of Work (public library) — the collection of tender, touching, and deeply humane stories edited by StoryCorps founder Dave Isay that also gave us pioneering astronaut Ronald McNair, who perished in the Challenger disaster, remembered by his brother.

Here is Reyes’s story, as it appears in the book:

Working and living in migrant farmworkers’ fields, the conditions were pretty terrible. My parents were alcoholics, and I was beaten and abused and neglected. I learned to fight with a knife long before I learned how to ride a bicycle.

When you are grinding day after day after day, there’s nothing to aspire to except filling your hungry belly. You may walk down the street and see a row of nice, clean houses, but you never, ever dream you can live in one. You don’t dream. You don’t hope.

When I was twelve, a bookmobile came to the fields. I thought it was the Baptists, because they used to come in a van and give us blankets and food. So I went over and peeked in, and it was filled with books. I immediately — and I do mean immediately — stepped back. I wasn’t allowed to have books, because books are heavy, and when you’re moving a lot you have to keep things minimal. Of course, I had read in the short periods I was allowed to go to school, but I’d not ever owned a book.

Fortunately, the staff member saw me and waved me in. I was nervous. The bookmobile person said, “These are books, and you can take one home. Just bring it back in two weeks.” I’m like, “What’s the catch?” He explained there was no catch. Then he asked me what I was interested in.

The night before, an elder had told us a story about the day that Mount Rainier blew up and the devastation from the volcano. So I told the bookmobile person that I was nervous about the mountain blowing up, and he said, “You know, the more you know about something, the less you will fear it.” And he gave me a book about volcanoes. Then I saw a book about dinosaurs, and I said, “Oh, that looks neat,” so he gave me that. Then he gave me a book about a little boy whose family were farmers. I took them all home and devoured them.

I came back in two weeks, and he gave me more books, and that started it. By the time I was fifteen, I knew there was a world outside the camps, and I believed I could find a place in it. I had read about people like me and not like me. I had seen how huge the world was, and it gave me the courage to leave. And I did. It taught me that hope was not just a word.

When I left, I went to vocational school, and I graduated with a stenographer’s degree. Then, when Pierce County Library had an opening, I applied and was hired. I got to spend thirty-two years helping other people make a connection with the library. I have a deep, abiding commitment to them. Libraries save lives.

Complement this particular portion of the thoroughly humanizing Callings with Thoreau on the sacredness of public libraries, Robert Dawson’s photographic love letter to public libraries, and Maurice Sendak’s forgotten, fantastic vintage posters celebrating libraries and reading.

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When Debate Is Futile: Bertrand Russell’s Remarkable Response to a Fascist’s Provocation

“The emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us.”

When Debate Is Futile: Bertrand Russell’s Remarkable Response to a Fascist’s Provocation

“To approach someone else convincingly you must do so with open arms and head held high, and your arms can’t be open unless your head is high,” the Lebanese-born French writer Amin Maalouf wrote in his timeless, increasingly timely reflection on how to disagree. It is in times as divisive as ours and as sundered by conflicting perspectives that the mastery of such intelligent, kind-hearted, and considered disagreement emerges as a supreme art of living. To respond in a reactive culture, to marry firm moral conviction with a spirit of goodwill and the porousness necessary for appraising other perspectives in order to evolve one’s own, is a Herculean feat of character.

And yet there are instances in which it is unsound to engage with another whose values are so antithetical to one’s own that the collision is bound to shatter one’s sanity rather than build common ground. To recognize those rare instances and choose to stand down is an act of moral courage rather than moral weakness, and no one has articulated that difficult courage with more intellectual elegance and moral grace than the great English philosopher Bertrand Russell (May 18, 1872–February 2, 1970) — a formidable intellect animated by an extraordinary generosity of spirit, awarded the Nobel Prize for “his varied and significant writings in which he champions humanitarian ideals and freedom of thought.”

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In January of 1962, Russell received a series of letters from an unlikely correspondent — Sir Oswald Mosley, who had founded the British Union of Fascists thirty years earlier. Mosley was inviting — or, rather, provoking — Russell to engage in a debate, in which he could persuade the moral philosopher of the merits of fascism. Russell’s considered and morally unflinching response, included in Ronald Clark’s excellent biography The Life of Bertrand Russell (public library), stands as a manifesto for the right not to engage in a debate with a counterpart so morally misaligned with oneself as to guarantee not only the self-defeating futility of such engagement but its detrimental cost to one’s own sanity.

Shortly before his 90th birthday, Russell writes:

Dear Sir Oswald,

Thank you for your letter and for your enclosures. I have given some thought to our recent correspondence. It is always difficult to decide on how to respond to people whose ethos is so alien and, in fact, repellent to one’s own. It is not that I take exception to the general points made by you but that every ounce of my energy has been devoted to an active opposition to cruel bigotry, compulsive violence, and the sadistic persecution which has characterised the philosophy and practice of fascism.

I feel obliged to say that the emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us.

I should like you to understand the intensity of this conviction on my part. It is not out of any attempt to be rude that I say this but because of all that I value in human experience and human achievement.

Yours sincerely,

Bertrand Russell

The Life of Bertrand Russell remains an invaluable portrait of one of the greatest intellects and largest spirits our civilization has produced. Complement this particular fragment with Blaise Pascal on how to change minds, Daniel Dennett on how to criticize with kindness, and Susan Sontag on the three steps to refuting any argument, then revisit Russell on freedom of thought, what “the good life” really means, why “fruitful monotony” is essential for happiness, the nature of time, and the four motives driving all human behavior.

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The Secret Life of Smell and What Dogs Can Teach Us About Accessing Hidden Layers of Reality

“To follow animals is to become more attuned to our own existence.”

The Secret Life of Smell and What Dogs Can Teach Us About Accessing Hidden Layers of Reality

“The act of smelling something, anything, is remarkably like the act of thinking itself,” the great science storyteller Lewis Thomas wrote in his beautiful 1985 meditation on the poetics of smell as a mode of knowledge. But, like the conditioned consciousness out of which our thoughts arise, our olfactory perception is beholden to our cognitive, cultural, and biological limitations. The 438 cubic feet of air we inhale each day are loaded with an extraordinary richness of information, but we are able to access and decipher only a fraction. And yet we know, on some deep creaturely level, just how powerful and enlivening the world of smell is, how intimately connected with our ability to savor life. “Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over the dunes,” Anna Quindlen advised in her indispensable Short Guide to a Happy Life — but the noticing eclipses the getting, for the salt water breeze is lost on any life devoid of this sensorial perception.

Dogs, who “see” the world through smell, can teach us a great deal about that springlike sensorial aliveness which E.E. Cummings termed “smelloftheworld.” So argues cognitive scientist and writer Alexandra Horowitz, director of the Dog Cognition Lab at Barnard College, in Being a Dog: Following the Dog Into a World of Smell (public library) — a fascinating tour of what Horowitz calls the “surprising and sometimes alarming feats of olfactory perception” that dogs perform daily, and what they can teach us about swinging open the doors of our own perception by relearning some of our long-lost olfactory skills that grant us access to hidden layers of reality.

Art by Maira Kalman from Beloved Dog

The book is a natural extension of Horowitz’s two previous books, exploring the subjective reality of the dog and how our human perceptions shape our own subjective reality. She writes:

I am besotted with dogs, and to know a dog is to be interested in what it’s like to be a dog. And that all begins with the nose.

What the dog sees and knows comes through his nose, and the information that every dog — the tracking dog, of course, but also the dog lying next to you, snoring, on the couch — has about the world based on smell is unthinkably rich. It is rich in a way we humans once knew about, once acted on, but have since neglected.

Dogs have become our olfactory informants — sensory prosthetics of sorts, capable of detecting what our creaturely capacities cannot: drugs, bombs, storms, sicknesses of body and spirit. But they are also, Horowitz notes, our teachers in recovering some of those capacities long-ago relinquished to evolution:

By following the dog’s lead, we can learn from him about what we are missing — some of which is beyond our ability to sense, and some of which we simply need a guide to see. The world abounds with aromas, but we are spectacle-less. The dog can serve as our spectacles.

In so doing, we may also see how to return to that perhaps more primal, so-called animal state of knowledge about ourselves and the world that we have forgotten in a culture wrought of technology and lab tests. To follow animals is to become more attuned to our own existence. To follow dogs is to begin to apprehend the experience of our silent, loyal partners through our days.

Art by Maira Kalman from Beloved Dog

The way dogs use smell offers clues to their very consciousness and the profound ways in which it differs from ours. Horowitz considers one central question of consciousness — “self-recognition,” or having a sense of oneself and recognizing oneself as distinct from others. The common method scientists use to test for self-recognition, known as the mirror mark test, is ingeniously simple: A visible mark is made on the subject’s face or body to see if they attempt to remove it when they face the mirror. In humans, self-recognition occurs around the age of eighteen months, so young infants don’t reach for the mark and thus fail the test.

More than seven decades after pioneering philosopher Susanne Langer wrote about how our questions shape our answers and direct our orientation of mind, Horowitz points to the flaw of using this human-centric method to test for self-recognition in other animals:

Chimpanzees pass (after being inked on their foreheads), an elephant named Happy passed (when an X of tape was placed above her eye), and captive dolphins pass (by doing bodily convolutions in order to examine the ink marks in reflective glass).

Dogs do not. Imagine showing your dog the mirror when his face is covered with stickers. He will, no doubt, express indifference. What looks foolish to us is not of moment to him. But this is not sufficient evidence to say that dogs fail the test and thus have no sense of themselves. For one thing, dogs do not groom themselves (like primates) and show little concern for maintenance of appearance. So they are simply unlikely to want to correct an errant mark on their faces. Neither are they visually oriented as primates are. While the mirror test is appropriate for some species, this paradigm offers challenges for dogs, who show little interest in a mirror.

Art by Maira Kalman from Beloved Dog

In a testament to the fact that cognitive scientists are — perhaps because they need to be — among the most inventive of experimentalists, Horowitz describes the clever method she and her team half-discovered, half-devised to bypass the species-bias problem of the mirror mark test:

Some research hints that dogs might nonetheless be able to pass such a test, if a kind of olfactory mirror were designed: something that smelled like them, but was a small bit different. While walking his dog in the winter in the foothills of Colorado, researcher (and my colleague) Dr. Marc Bekoff wondered if every “yellow spot” in the snow was equally interesting to his dog Jethro. Bekoff began carefully noting where his dog peed and where his dog sniffed. He even ported some yellowed snow to new locations to see what happened. He found that Jethro avoided smelling his own urine but smelled others’: a kind of recognition of himself, written in the snow.

To test for this, Horowitz and her team created a version of the classic self-recognition test based on olfactory rather than visual reflection, using a canister exuding odor instead of a mirror. What they found was that dogs did recognize the “scent-image” of themselves from that of other dogs — that is, they demonstrated the seemingly simple yet cognitively complex ability of self-recognition.

Art by Maira Kalman from Beloved Dog

Among the misconceptions and mysteries Horowitz illuminates — including how dogs discern each other’s age by smelling the biochemistry of the metabolic process and why male dogs sniff the hind-sides of other dogs, but females and wolves go for the face — is the question of how dogs actually use “scent-marking”: not in the way common lore perpetuates. Horowitz explains:

Here’s a surprise: in contrast to these other marking animals, domestic dogs do not mark territorially. Yes, you read that right. Dogs are not “marking their territory.” How do we know this? Simply by looking at where dogs do — and do not — pee. Owned dogs do not mark the periphery of their homes. The apartment-living dog does not pee along the walls and threshold… When living in fenced suburban yards, dogs do not assiduously line the border of the property with pee. Research in India on the massive free-ranging dog population there — stray dogs who actually might have home territories at risk of being wandered into by others — found that they, too, rarely mark on the boundary of a territory. Dogs walked along shared paths and parks could not verily consider these areas their “territories,” given the occasionalness of their occupying them — and indeed they show no accompanying behaviors that would indicate that dogs feel that a path is “theirs.”

[…]

Most likely, it is social information being left.

To decode what messages that information actually contains, Horowitz applied to the New York City Parks Department and proceeded to perform a series of clever experiments and observations in public parks. What she learned about the astonishing olfactory universe of dogs profoundly altered her own experience of the world. In a lyrical passage that crystallizes the invitation at the heart of the book, she writes:

A summer trip in the car is not complete without notes of gasoline, cut grass, honeysuckle, warmed vinyl, sunscreen, overheated-dog breath, and wet sandals, stirred by wind from the open windows or wafting up from the floorboards.

I smell a thunderstorm approaching on my last visit to Colorado, the home of my family during my childhood, when I come to help clean out the house after my father’s death. The watery, fresh smell of sea air comes, I now know, from ozone carried down from higher altitudes on the winds of a storm. It is also the odor of the city when I emerge after swimming, the receptors pinging chlorine! silent for a long enough moment for me to smell the world in its absence.

I smell gin on the man who sits next to me in 10C.

I smell the acrid, lingering piles of freshly turned, festering wood chips on the other side of the park.

I see two people with a dog; then a second later smell that dog’s poo, which must’ve recently been deposited in a trash bin.

I smell the art room at kindergarten before seeing it.

I smell every book I open.

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I will never smell as a dog does. I accept it. It is dogs’ difference I celebrate — and their ways of smelling — their very noses — are different. Quiet distillers of a world that we have stood up from and forgotten.

Complement the fantastically fascinating Being a Dog with Diane Ackerman on the science of smell, then revisit Horowitz on the art of looking.

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