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Holidays and Other Disasters provides novel religious, racial and economic insight into are many religious and not so religious holidays. i.e. (Valentines Day) through the use of his own and other's personal stories.
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- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5I was really interested in seeing what the other reviewers thought of this book after I had given up on it about a quarter way through. I was surprised that people hated it more than I did, but really, that was not too much of a surprise at all.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5I got this book through the Early Reviewers program. First, let me preface this by saying I was raised Catholic and am currency Wiccan. I was expecting more comedy than negativity. Yes, the meanings of holidays have changed over the years but instead of looking at them from an athistic POV each one was basically dismissed and belittled.The sanctimonious tone that most of the book was written in seemed no better to me than any given religion claiming that their way of celebrating any given holiday was the "right" way. My review has taken this long to post because it honestly took me this long to get through the whole book.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Boy, was my prediction off base with this selection. For some reason I thought this book would be funny, holiday stuff. (Did I, indeed, judge a book by its cover?) I was expecting something along the lines of David Sedaris’ brilliant “Holidays on Ice.” What I read (all in one evening. Couldn’t put it down because the more the author went on the nastier he got.) was an atheist’s opportunity to pull out old, over used arguments against religion, with Christianity being his particular point of argument. (For someone who claims to have been so rigorously educated by Jesuits, he didn’t even have a grasp of the meaning of the Immaculate Conception. ) Nothing new to see here folks!
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5I was hoping for irony, humor, and insight. What it is is so vitriolic and lacking in meaning as to be almost unreadable. It's a shame, because a good volume on tolerance and appreciation of others' beliefs or lack thereof would have been valuable.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5In little less than 200 pages, the author attempts to tackle everything - holidays, both religious and secular, race, class and "expressive activity" - from an atheist's perspective. Too many facets and too few pages have truly formed a disaster. I had expected more of a detailed dive into the meaning of holidays - who, what, why are they still relevant - and what it could possibly mean for an atheist in today's culture. Instead, the holidays were typically examined from the point of one individual's perspective in relation to the date. This merely being a gateway to discuss one of the many other topics listed above. The book was disjointed.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5The book “Holidays and Other Disasters” starts out light-hearted and descriptive of a non-religious holiday. The author then claims that holiday is not a holiday at all because of its property of “entailing no compulsion.” By that statement he has redefined holidays. By the dictionary definition, the Le Beaujolais nouveau est arrive festival IS a holiday. It is a day (or time period) fixed by custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of an event, the arrival of the new wine, wherein there is a festive or joyous mood. His translation of this event out of its cultural setting into a personal celebration does not change its actuality as a holiday. Many people celebrate cultural holidays that the people around them do not. As he later shows in his discussion of Martin Luther King Day.The book goes downhill from there, as the author's negativity overwhelms his rationality. Mr. Rodwan is an anti-theist and sees God in places where theology's hold is antique and vague as being as disgusting as those where God's hold is secure.I will understand other people's liking this book as his discussions of racism and classism in holiday celebrations and which holidays one chooses, but in my opinion, Mr. Rodwan throws the baby of joyful community celebrations and family festivals out with the bathwater of old religious traditions.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5I found Holidays and Other Disasters to be a series of justifications by Rodwan for celebrating holidays that are hip enough for some pretentious and hypocritical atheist to celebrate while maintaining their hardcore anti-theist persona. This was definitely not an objective or even critical look at the rationale of choosing to or not to celebrate certain holidays from an atheist point of view. Even though that is what I anticipated from this book, I may have enjoyed a book of anecdotes and factoids related to the holidays discussed if Rodwan himself didn't come across as completely grating by way of inconsistently applied, yet intense, fascism. He's ok with celebrating Halloween, despite it's pagan roots, because he's from Detroit and his dad was really into Halloween decorations, but anyone who wants to erect a Christmas tree (whether they are celebrating the birth of Jesus, some vague familial tradition, or unadulterated materialism) is obviously brainlessly contributing in the worst way to the downfall of mankind by promoting superstition. These contrary ideas, plus things like his own personal dedication to celebrating the French holiday surrounding Beaujolais nouveau (which is about the new wine season) just added up to someone who, in my opinion, thought himself above anything common, but more than willing to celebrate anything he could come up with a pseudo-intellectual validation for. He's not opposed to religious holidays, he's opposed to being thought of as one of what he sees as those idiots who celebrate religious holidays. I found it more of a promotion of how to be a raging bigot with a superiority complex. Sadly, I can almost see the point of some of his arguments against celebrating certain religious holidays (not that I entirely agree, but not all of his points were worth dismissing outright), if only he didn't sound so sanctimonious whilst making them. Rodwan even notes that he's stopped attending holiday events because people get tired of hearing his anti-holiday spiels at such. His friends and family are fortunate, I found his rhetoric tiring after a few hours of reading and I wasn't even assuming an annual revisiting of this book. Overall, it is a book with some mildly interesting history about some of the minor holidays, but not really worth sifting through the smugness of the author to glean those bits.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5This book's summary states that it considers major US holidays from an atheist's perspective, but it really doesn't do that.This is a collection of anecdotes, some personal, some not, which SOMETIMES have something to do with a holiday (however passing that relationship is). Salman Rushdie's personal relationship to Feb. 14th, it being the day the fatwa was declared against him, really has nothing to do with atheists' relationship to that holiday or the holiday itself. Likewise, the author's relationship with a particular priest at his Catholic school is a section that has nothing to do with any holiday (and there are numerous similar sections). The book states early on that its audience is not the believers, yet spends time documenting contradictions in the Bible.This book was so random and generally uninteresting. There was nothing that made me want to keep reading. Maybe if I'd just decided I was an atheist it would have been more interesting, but even then I think Rodwan would have an uphill battle. I also believe that in assuming Thanksgiving immediately invokes thanking a creator, he's overlooking the real meaning of the event - being thankful for other humans' kindness. Pilgrims may have thanked god for their luck, but that doesn't take away from the truth. Rodwan feels you can't pick and choose what parts of a holiday to celebrate. I'm not sure why he cares or is trying to convince atheists not to have a god-free Christmas but to abandon family traditions and memories altogether. Personally, I don't need atheists pressuring me about how to celebrate, just like I don't need Christians doing it, and frankly, Rodwan barely elaborates on the subject, given that it's supposed to be what the book was about. He spends more pages talking about 9/11 and the opening day of baseball season than Easter and Christmas. Rodwan's sections about parades honoring specific nationalities had me bristling. He reacts negatively against that partitioning, but he's also not part of a marginalized group and his privilege in that respect shows in his comments.
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Holidays and Other Disasters - John G. Rodwan
John G. Rodwan, Jr.
Holidays and Other Disasters
Copyright © 2013 by John G. Rodwan, Jr.
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Printed book ISBN: 9780931779398
Ebook ISBN: 9780931779411
Editor: Luis Granados
Cover design: Lisa Zangerl
Contents
INTRODUCTION
KING AND ME
FIRST INTERLUDE
UNBELIEVABLE GOD SONGS
SECOND INTERLUDE
SIR SALMAN’S DAY
THIRD INTERLUDE
HOLLOW EGGS AND SEEDS OF DOUBT
FOURTH INTERLUDE
PARADE OF FOOLS
FIFTH INTERLUDE
PARTITIONS ON PARADE
SIXTH INTERLUDE
OPENING DAY SHUTOUT
SEVENTH INTERLUDE
WHOLLY HONORABLE
EIGHTH INTERLUDE
THE OVERGROUND RAILROAD BLUES
NINTH INTERLUDE
JACK JOHNSON’S FOURTH OF JULY
TENTH INTERLUDE
IRONIES ON PARADE
ELEVENTH INTERLUDE
ONE HUNDRED AND TEN BOXES
TWELFTH INTERLUDE
DETROIT UNDEAD
THIRTEENTH INTERLUDE
NO THANKS
FOURTEENTH INTERLUDE
CHRISTMAS THINGS
LAST INTERLUDE
YEAR-END TOP TEN
AFTERWORD: A NONBELIEVER’S HOLIDAY WISH LIST
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
BIBLIOGRAPHY
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
READER REACTIONS
INTRODUCTION
As if there were a massive party going on at multiple locations all at once and everyone was invited, festiveness enlivened the city. We’d wandered into something special. Smiling people filled cafés and restaurants; stores hosted what seemed like more than mere wine-tastings. It didn’t take long to discern the reason for the celebration. Indeed, all it took was reading the signs:
Le Beaujolais nouveau est arrivé
My wife and I moved to Europe on our first wedding anniversary. A few weeks later, we took our first trip to Paris together. While there, we stopped in a shop in the Latin Quarter, sampled the fresh grape and bought a bottle to share back at our hotel. We also bought a collapsible corkscrew that we carried with us on subsequent trips around the continent. After we returned to the States, we continued to buy each year’s Beaujolais nouveau. Sometimes we gave bottles to friends and shared our story of stumbling upon an urban harvest carnival in the lively heart of France.
Superficially, at least, our tradition has many trappings of actual holidays. It recurs annually. It has deep historical roots. It sees friends and family gathering. It involves shopping. More significantly, the third Thursday of every November is fertilely symbolic. Beaujolais nouveau uncorked that day serves as an emblem of new beginnings. We associated the harbinger of what to expect with the next vintage with the start of our life together in a new place. It wouldn’t take much imagination to see behind this practice the identical impulse underlying routine religious observations. Treating the arrival of the fruit of agricultural labor as notable means recognizing the momentousness of seasonal progression, something a friend who received the wine from us and heard our reason for giving it regularly worried was something many people no longer did. It simultaneously heralds continuity (it happens every year) and change (it’s different each time). Cyclical appreciation of the newness declared in the wine’s very name hints at the solemnization of resurrection and renewal on days like Easter and Christmas. And pageants held on those days also treat wine as something more than only something to drink.
Yet as someone who chafes against many holidays and their rituals because of the inadequacy of religion to explain what it presumes to explain and because of the real foulness it often inflames in its followers, I always thought our modest fêtes differed in essential ways from those days. We embraced newness, not numinousness. Our acknowledgement of the beautiful possibilities of incipience represented viticulturally neither had nor needed supernatural supplements. We invited no gods to the celebrations we initiated a year after being married by a judge in my parents’ living room. The wine resulted from human effort, not magic.
Still, I recognize that those who enact rituals can’t always control how they’re interpreted – or warped. Other commemorative occasions (like Labor Day) that required none had religious elements grafted onto them. Still others (like Thanksgiving) have a definite religious foundation that celebrants often elect to ignore, or disguise. Even civic quasi-holidays have seen unnecessary religious dressing draped over them. For example, when Francis Bellamy, in 1892, wrote I pledge allegiance to my flag and the republic for which it stands, one nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all,
he did not include the words under God.
As David Greenberg explains in a Slate article, President Dwight Eisenhower signed a bill making the religion-promoting change on June 14, 1954 – Flag Day. To recite the modified version is to express, sincerely or otherwise, commitment to enshrined religious as well as political ideals.
Our autumnal toasts stood apart from widely recognized holidays (and the sneaky sanctimony of the revised pledge) by entailing no compulsion. We freely adopted the yearly habit and expected nothing from anyone else. Traditions may not be inherently bad, but they aren’t automatically good either, and a core part of me rebels against doing things simply because others have long done them. We never assumed anyone would share our Beaujolais noveau sentiments. If friends so chose, they could drink some wine with us and listen to an anecdote from early on in our couplehood, but no one needed to participate in events that held meaning for us but not for them. Upholders of major holidays’ traditions usually don’t extend the same courtesy – or even consider that not everyone shares their beliefs or, like non-believing go-alongs, the willingness to go along.
So, if my household’s Beaujolais nouveau habit doesn’t qualify as a holiday, why begin a book about holidays (and other disasters) with it? I do so for several reasons, not the least of which is what the differences between my personal routine and ceremonial conventions reveal. What I like about my not-quite-holiday – personal meaningfulness, deliberateness, secularity, voluntariness and perhaps even an air of cosmopolitanism – highlights what I dislike about many actually existing holidays – impersonal blandness, unthinking conformity, piety, required or expected participation, and stultifying parochialism.
Additionally, I want to demonstrate that a nonbeliever’s unwillingness to celebrate religious holidays doesn’t signal a rejection of what I’ll call, for lack of a better term, the holiday spirit. I’ll take the wine even as I deny that it is or represents holy blood. Conviviality and the perpetuation of traditions seriously considered and deemed worth perpetuating are good things. Indeed, I’ve known many people willing to go through the standard holiday routines because of the socializing amid seasonal decorations that goes along with them as if the spiritual side could be easily discarded. As these pages make plain, I’m not one of those people. As I believe they also show, I’m not a gloomy misanthrope either – not all the time anyway.
The main reason for opening with an example from personal experience is because this is a book of true stories about specific individuals. In most instances, the stories are my own, but when other people (like the writer Salman Rushdie and the boxer Jack Johnson) have especially revealing holiday stories, I tell those. Here I (usually) don’t confront religious thinking with vigorously incisive, scrupulously logical arguments against it in the manner of polemicists like Christopher Hitchens (who does turn up a couple times). Instead, I describe what it’s like to admire Martin Luther King, Jr., without sharing his theology, and to be an atheist in Catholic school. I explain what I don’t like about parades and what I do like about Halloween. I recount my failed (and admittedly half-hearted) attempt to revive a forgotten regional holiday – one that, as it happens, formerly fell around Beaujolais nouveau time. I do this because I know reason won’t shake convictions formed without it. (To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead,
as Thomas Paine put it.) I do it also because of my confidence – my faith, if I may – in the importance of individuals and in their ability to understand each other through stories.
These stories involve more than god-shadowed calendar squares, as some of the names cited in the above paragraph indicate. While religion inspired many holidays and infected several others, holidays expose more than a nation’s religiosity. They are not only (or always) pageants of piety. Martin Luther King Day and the Fourth of July, for instance, both relate significantly to race in America. Thorough exploration of all the relevant elements and what they reveal about holidays’ observers involves considering war, literature, music, sports and other expressive activities. Because events and rituals associated with certain other days not technically holidays help to illustrate the holiday mentality, I write here about a couple of them (in addition to the third Thursday in November). Nonetheless, uncritical wishful thinking and widespread assumption that everyone should partake of it unite these days, and this is what they look like to one skeptic.
KING AND ME
When I was young, my grandfather told me that for retired people like him, holidays are like any other days except more places are closed. I came to see school and business closures as the essential features of holidays. As someone who grew up with no belief in any god, I came to regard the traditional days of semi-obligatory celebration, most of which have a religious underpinning, with weariness and occasional annoyance. Unthinkingly following tradition – doing things simply because others have done them and have been doing them for a long time – never made much sense to me. However, I also found something appealing in the prospect of a new holiday offering more than free time with nothing to do. If a day were designated for a worthy secular reason, and there were no established rituals, routines and annual fifty-percent-off sales associated with it, then maybe some traditions that deserve to be respected could be started. Instead of simply doing what has always been done, people could be thoughtful about the newly designated day of celebration and it wouldn’t be just another day off with ugly decorations. Perhaps a new holiday could be made meaningful, precisely because there would be no firmly entrenched tradition to follow. That was the hope, anyway.
One major day of observation has been set aside so far in my lifetime. The person whose life and legacy it enshrines certainly warrants recognition and his legacy deserves reflection, but the holiday itself probably has not realized its supporters’ hopes for it. In 1983, President Ronald Reagan signed a bill establishing the third Monday of January as the day to observe Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday as a new holiday beginning in 1986, or about halfway through my junior year of high school.
When I was born, at the end of the year in which King was assassinated, U.S. soldiers were fighting in Vietnam. My mother and father, admirers of King, hoped I would never end up being drafted or voluntarily enlist in any branch of the military. I was never allowed to play with toy guns or tin soldiers. My parents hoped that I would be able to claim conscientious-objector status, should that ever become an issue. When I reached the age when military recruiters would call our house, my mother would tell them I wasn’t home even if I were next to her when she picked up the telephone. As I approached my eighteenth birthday, I started getting cards in the mail reminding me to register with the Selective Service. I ignored the notices until a letter came with all the information the government required of military aged men already filled in, requesting that I simply verify its accuracy. I wondered why they did not do that in the first place rather than repeatedly telling me to go to the post office to provide personal data already on file. I actually received two sets of postcards, one with my name spelled correctly. After I returned the letter that showed that the government already knew where to find me, mail continued to arrive for a nonexistent teenager with a name very close to mine. Seeing these regular demonstrations of bureaucratic inefficiency, I never worried too much about being drawn into the military, were the draft ever reinstated. I had the opportunity to go to college and never contemplated joining the military on my own.
Now I can’t say with certainty whether I support the idea of an all-volunteer military because there is something very honorable about a defensive force made up completely of men and women who choose to be a part of it or because it meant I never had to make the sort of difficult choices regarding military service that my parents’ generation did.
Despite my parents’ efforts and King’s example, I never could have honestly claimed that religious beliefs would have made it impossible to serve in the military. Like Christopher Hitchens, I regard myself not only as an atheist who does not believe but also as an antitheist
who maintains that all religions are versions of the same untruth
and that the influence of churches, and the effect of religious belief, is positively harmful,
as he put it in 2001’s Letters to a Young Contrarian (and repeated with slight variations in several subsequent books). I prefer to have evidence for what I believe and favor questioning and critical analysis over faith and irrational devotion.
The sensibleness of eschewing religion is so obvious to me that sometimes I wonder why it should require any explanation. Why should I have to recount the atrocities committed in the name of religions – throughout history and continuing today – when I am aware that doing so would not persuade those eager to brush off horrors committed by the faithful as perversions of true
religion? Why should I have to enumerate the instances in which religions have fought against human development – by countering scientific investigation of the physical world and education based on related findings, for example – to point to the ways it has hurt rather than helped mankind? Why should I have to list the myriad contradictions that make literal belief in so-called Holy Scripture nonsensical (and why can’t I resist doing exactly that)? Why should I have to justify my lack of belief or to rehash the already well-documented history of fiascoes related to belief in fairy tales?
I’ve always felt the burden of proof lies with the believers. I would need a reason to believe in God, any god, and to accept all that seems to come along with religion – the persecution and violence, the disregard of evidence, the veneration of faith over intellect – and I have not seen one yet. While King was a very persuasive rhetorician, nothing he ever said of a religious nature convinced me. Although I know many devoted activists of the civil rights movement were intensely committed to their religious belief, such belief was not required in order to work for justice. Furthermore, I am not a pacifist. Although King and others (including some nonbelievers) demonstrated the real power of nonviolent civil disobedience in certain situations, I still believe there are times when fighting is necessary. I believed that when I was eighteen and I never stopped believing it. But my thoughts about these issues were never put to the test. The United States was not at war when I was a teenager and there were sufficient volunteers for the peacetime military. What I thought about God and war didn’t matter.
I cannot begrudge soldiers the holidays intended to honor them, and it seems appropriate that the one that’s supposed to commemorate the war dead, Memorial Day, is given