A groundbreaking compilation of essays sheds new light on the meaning of masculinity in the twenty-first century, gender relations, sex, work, violence, and other key issues in an anthology that features contributions by Michael Datcher, Michael Moore, Anthony Swofford, Ruth Bettelheim, and other influential writers, philosophers, and social critics. Reprint.
One of the essays, Jesse Green's "Laking Harriet" just proves to be another instance of gay racism (there was a line about how gay men are in crisis because their one source of privilege- manhood is challenged. um, white supremacy? anyone?)
Aside from a few of the essays, others depended heavily on the heterosexual paradigm for (re)defining manhood-- which seemed awfully odd in an anthology from Rebecca Walker (then, again, she did write Babylove). I don't think this would be at all harmful for any (anti-racist, anti-sexist, etc) man to read, but might be damaging to hetero-white men without much of an analysis.
I am (obviously) not a man, but I am raising two boys, and so I bought this book wanting to learn a little more about the struggles that come with being and/or becoming a "man" in contemporary society. I was surprised that some of the essays are written by women (though, of course, Rebecca Walker is the editor), and some of the pieces didn't strike me as interesting as others, but Jay Ruben Dayrit's Pigfarm, Caitriona Reed's Not a Man, and Meri Nana-ama Danquah's Men Holding Hands made the anthology completely worth reading. I think there's always something touching about realizing men -- whom I've been taught are "tough" and "don't care" about feelings -- struggle with the same issues of introspection, self-reflection, and self-actualization that I encounter in my daily life. This book reminds me that even though we are so different, many of our struggles are human and, therefore, know no gender.
This was a nice attempt, but really not particularly useful when it comes to redefining manhood. All of the essays are well written and some throw a glimmer of light on a new form of masculinity; most however, don't say anything particularly new and exciting.
If we are in fact developing a new masculinity that shows a deeper and richer respect for humanity, there needs to be much more. Men and women have their work cut out for them finding life purpose independent and beyond the dictates of our still-dominating culture.
Includes: Rebecca Walker, "Putting Down the Gun" Michael Datcher, "The Gift" Martha Southgate, "My Girlish Boy" David Coates, "This Is My Story" Tajamika Paxton, "Loving a One-Armed Man" Bruce Stockler, "No Means No (and Other Lies)" from Sleep At Red Lights Douglas Rushkoff, "Picture Perfect" Jay Ruben Dayrit, "Pig Farm" Malidoma Somé, "Slowly Becoming" from Of Water and the Spirit Peter J. Harris, "Me and Isisara Sing Oldies" Anthony Swofford, excerpts from Jarhead Kenji Jasper, "Confessions of a Pull-Proof Trigger" Catriona Reed, "Not a Man" Meri Nana-Ama Danquah, "Men Holding Hands" Jarvis Jay Masters, "Sanctuary" from Finding Freedom Michael Moore, "The End of Men" from Stupid White Men Jesse Green, "Lacking Harriet" Rachel Lehmann-Haupt, "Multi-Tasking Man" Christian Wiman, "The Limit" Ruth Bettelheim, "Binuclear Man" Choyin Rangdrol, "War Is Obsolete" Howard Zinn, Afterword
I don't remember the specifics of most of these essays. I do remember being shocked at Moore's piece, and then realizing that the ideal target audience for the book is actually someone who does think like Moore at the start - and then by the time they get to Moore's piece hopefully they have assembled from the earlier essays the tools to pick apart the logic, but need to see it from someone else's mouth before they can check it coming from their own. Or, they still aren't at that point yet and might find Moore an accessible place to find relevancy and connection to the discussion. And that's kinda the key - this book is not written for people who already have an in-depth knowledge and awareness of gender and power. It's for people who will find Moore's presence in the book a selling point.
I also remember: reading Walker's intro talking about her son while I was on the light rail on my way to work, and it almost made me cry it cut so deep. Danquah's piece was unsettling like turning a near-empty bottle over to let the contents collect in the lid. Swofford's essay spurred me to read the book it was excerpted from soon after this.
I appreciate what this book is doing and found several of the essays to be on topic and revealing about a slowly growing trend towards a new type of masculinity.
However, other essays seemed to still have the tone of "men need to shape up or ship out" in an aggressive attempt, something the editor of the essays would certainly like to get away from, to show how men are or less often how they could be. There were several incredibly well written essays, one by Poetry Magazine Editor Christian Wiman and another as an excerpt from Anthony Swafford's Jarhead.
I feel like this book was a surface attempt to delve into masculinity and what it could be. It did more of saying here's how men act and here are a couple men who do it differently and here is how women react to men. I did not go deep enough or really give any sort of practical understanding of the future of masculinity, perhaps that was not its purpose as many movements just need exposure to get people like me to read them then take the ideas further.
I believe there is a new masculinity that incorporates male's biological tendencies, but shows a deeper and richer respect for themselves as humans and the rest of the world. An opportunity to see the gray areas of gender and reject the burdens of stoic and emotionally damaging manhood.
I commend Walker for her attempt, but I don't think it was as powerful as it could be. There is much more to know and to show the world about what masculinity could be.
I picked up this book after the foreword was included in a class' reading assignments. The essays were brilliant, with a single painfully out-of-place exception, and though I wished the book had some sort of commentary, or footnotes, something to draw the pieces closer together than the vague descriptor of "masculinity" could, I was exceptionally pleased. However, Michael Moore's addition was both offensive and out of place. Perhaps I don't understand his tongue-in-cheek style, but I found his piece to be nothing but an affirmation of everything feminists fight against, everything wrong with a tendered worldview, and especially wrong, wrong, wrong for this otherwise delightful little book. I crossed out Moore's pages and kept reading.
Some of the most compelling essays I've ever read (and a few not-so-good ones) by men and a few women on manhood. Some, like Pig Farm and The Limit read like fiction, beautiful and engaging, but will kick you in the stomach with the power of their messages. Many good men who struggle to defy problematic traditional norms of manhood will find themselves in these pages. Many concerned parents will find insight into how to raise their sons. Anyone who hopes for a more humane culture will find meaning in these essays.
Some of these essays were so good, and some of them fell short for me. One thing this book accomplished was engendering a big increase in the compassion I feel towards how the patriarchy hurts men. I was particularly interested in how many of these stories focused on the ways that boys experience neglect and suppression of their emotional lives, and how cultural expectations can keep them from developing into full, emotional sophisticated human beings.
I like the book. I've only read the first chapter thus far, but I feel that the book is very interesting. One of its themes is unconventional masculinity, which is applies to me very much. I've never been a conventional male.
Several interesting perspectives on what it means to be a man. Certainly many that are different from my own. I'm not sure I dig collections of essays. O well, made it through.
I picked up this book after the foreword was included in a class' reading assignments. The essays were brilliant, with a single painfully out-of-place exception, and though I wished the book had some sort of commentary, or footnotes, something to draw the pieces closer together than the vague descriptor of "masculinity" could, I was exceptionally pleased. However, Michael Moore's addition was both offensive and out of place. Perhaps I don't understand his tongue-in-cheek style, but I found his piece to be nothing but an affirmation of everything feminists fight against, everything wrong with a tendered worldview, and especially wrong, wrong, wrong for this otherwise delightful little book. I crossed out Moore's pages and kept reading.