I really looked forward to reading this book, particularly at the moment when--browsing through its latter pages in my local library--I discovered that I had already read and thoroughly enjoyed one of its chapters, "Mighty White of You," which appeared in the July 2005 issue of Harper's magazine. I have even tried--unsuccessfully--to get my AP students to read that article as an example of just how fluid and flexible nonfiction writing can be, how it can take a dry university discipline (in this case archeology) and give it life through storytelling, offering novices the chance to learn something without all the tedium of textbook reading.
That I have been unsuccessful in these attempts is no fault of Jack Hitt's, or my students, for that matter. As readers, they're just not at the level of most Harper's features yet; and as a writer, Jack Hitt is thoroughly engaging and often delightful, deftly weaving the historical with the personal, often with great wit and humor: page 90 of the first edition was the funniest piece of text I've read in a long time. I read it in bed, laughing one of those deep belly laughs that makes the whole bed shake, earthquake style, to annoy your partner--in this case my wife, to whom I read the offending passage out loud, barely getting through it as my laughter took over completely. For the record, she thought it was funny too.
The term "Bunch of Amateurs" refers specifically to Americans, whose Do-it-Yourself, amateur ethos is part of what has always set us apart from the stern, trained and educated caste of European professionals. Hitt begins by examining this dynamic historically--contrasting Ben Franklin's rock star attitude in Paris with John Adams's priggish, Puritanical professionalism. Adams was, to Hitt, too old school, too anxious to please the French court, for whom he dresses with absurd Euro-formality while Franklin shows up (to the delight of all) wearing a coon-skin cap. He was an American, after all, and would appear as such, leaving poor Adams, who has followed all of the rules of protocol, looking comparatively foolish. "Unlike most kids with the KICK ME sign pinned to his backside, Adams knew it was there," Hitt writes, completing the humiliation.
But Hitt does not stop with the historical. The majority of the book deals with present day examples of the amateur spirit as it either does the job of pointing out that the emperor has no clothes (the great ivory-billed woodpecker "siting" of 2005, which pits the assertions of Cornell University's department of ornithology against the skeptics on a birding blog site); or as it ignites the revolution in genetic improvements; or as it overreaches in archeology, as a result of racial bias; or as it augments our knowledge of the stars, through the efforts of many hundreds of thousand back-yard astronomers.
Throughout all of this, I found myself learning new things. I have, for much of my life, suffered from an appalling lack of curiosity, particularly for things scientific. Hitt has made it possible for people like me to understand a lot of things that I considered beyond my understanding, thanks to his devotion to the amateur spirit. We are pretenders, Hitt argues, and this is a good thing:
"The lightness of being that comes with pretend, of being unmoored from everything you think you know and skimming effortlessly across the surface of something profound and deep--that sense, too, pervades this fundamental idea of the American character. We are the people who literally created playtime for adults. It's not a coincidence that as America's industrial might began to emerge in the early twentieth century and the world came to see us as the embodiment of the Protestant work ethic that we simultaneously created a new space for playfulness. America invented the 'weekend' and all that flows from that word--leisure, vacation, time off, mental-health days, etc. In other words, playtime."
Bunch of Amateurs wasn't always easy reading. For someone like me, who retreated to the liberal arts in college partly as a refuge from the demands that science put on my brain and ego, the chapter on astronomy was slow going. Still, as with the rest of the book, it was filled with great characters and engaging storytelling. In the end, it was definitely worth the effort.