Sunday, December 10, 2017

What We Talk about When We Talk about Anne Frank: Teaching The Diary of a Young Girl as a Literary Text

The path might not be easy to find. 

In Nathan Englander’s short story, “What We Talk about When We Talk about Anne Frank,” a riff on Raymond Carver’s “What We Talk about When We Talk about Love,” Englander depicts a reunion between two women who grew up going to day school and high school together. Sitting around a table drinking and smoking pot, they introduce their husbands and their current selves to each other. One woman has become more observant, now a Chasid living in Jerusalem, and plotlines, but then there is usually some philosophical subtext or literary technique on which we focus instead. and the other has become less observant, now secular living in a Florida suburb. Similar to Carver’s “What We Talk about When We Talk about Love,” in which love is not the subject of the story, but awful behavior that could be called anything but love, Anne Frank is not the subject of Englander’s story at all. When the conversation does get around to Anne Frank, she does not feature for even a moment, instead the discussion is of which non-Jewish friend they could trust to hide them, if we were again in a situation like the Holocaust.

Englander’s story, like many of his, is not in the least bit kind to Orthodox Jews, or really, Jews in general, but putting this aside, Englander is right about one thing: when we talk about Anne Frank, the discussion is not usually about Frank or the diary, but about what happened after the diary. Or, more to the point-, what did not happen after the diary: Frank did not grow up to be the writer which her talent promised she would become. She died in a concentration camp at the end of the Holocaust, not from being gassed, but from catching typhus in the abominable conditions of the camp. She died just weeks before she would have been liberated. When we discuss her, we discuss her as a girl who puts a face on the six million victims, who gives a voice to all of those who were murdered. The problem is that we do not usually listen to her voice.

In teaching Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl as a literary text in a high school English class, finding a point of entry was not easy. Translated into English by B.M. Mooyaart, in a manner which I trust to be faithful, the diary does not have a basic narrative arc, because it is a diary and not a novel. The diary is also constrained by the circumstances in which it was written: not much happens to the characters because they are trapped in an annex. Certainly, we teach novels that lack narrative arcs, but usually they are philosophically significant or have great literary merit. The diary, though translated in a style that is far from artless, it is also far from revolutionary.

Before approaching the book with my class, who are all male and Christian, I did not know the history of the diary, and found myself intrigued by the controversies. I originally stumbled into the debates when I came away from the book puzzled by the lack of Judaism. No mention of Passover, which almost all American Jews today celebrate, as well as no Yom Kippur or Rosh Hashanah, also almost universally celebrated. There is mention of Hanukkah, but because their protectors are Christian, there is much more of a to-do about Christmas, St. Nicholas Day, and Whitsunday, a celebration related to Pentecost. I asked Google about the editing of the diary, as I was curious whether the Franks simply did not celebrate Jewish holidays or if they had been edited out. While I did not, at that time, find my answer, I did find controversies over what had been edited out, what had been hidden by Otto Frank (Frank’s father, who made the decision to publish her diary), and who owned the content of the previously hidden pages.

I did find one essay online about the depiction of Anne in the diary, “Can Anne Be Like Margot and Still Be Like Anne?” Tthe authors, Linda Irwin-DeVitis and Beth Benjamin, have conducted a book club as a case study of adolescent girls, using Diary of a Young Girl as a way to discuss some of the pressures of adolescence. As the title suggests, one of their questions pertains to the expectation of young women to be obedient, cheerful, and uncomplaining, all personality traits attributed to Margot, Frank’s older sister. The discussion of Frank as a character in her own book was refreshing, if not enlightening.

I also found a session of the Dead Authors Podcast, featuring Anne Frank. The Dead Authors Podcast is unscripted comedy, in which a fictitious H. G. Wells brings authors in his time machine to interview. Anne Frank, portrayed by Jamie Denbo spars with interviewer Paul F. Tompkins as H. G. Wells. Denbo’s Frank is biting, sarcastic, and hilarious. Her irreverent portrayal emphasizes the aspects of Frank which are truly adolescent and often downplayed: her sense of superiority, interest in sex, grandiose sense of self, and bickering with family and other residents of the annex. As a parody, the podcast takes the jokes a bit far and is not for those with delicate sensitivities. However, it does hit home the cultural expectations of Frank being innocent to the point of unrealistic.

Ultimately, in discussing the book with my class, we talked about being in captivity, family frustrations, the break-ins (universally scene as “the exciting parts, because something actually happened”), the feelings and experiences of teenagers, developing of identity (an overarching theme of the course) and ownership, editing, and publication of the book. Interestingly enough, though all students agreed that if a teacher posted an essay of theirs on social media without permission, they would demand that it be taken down, they found no problem with the publication of the diary, even though Frank had no way of giving consent or approving edits.

My hope is that for my students, the conversation and their understanding went beyond Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl as a book about the Holocaust, and also helped them begin to think about the experiences of others. Whether or not this is true I may not discover, as tends to be the case for most teachers. While we have a long-term view for our students, we do not often get to see what the long-term view actually ends up being.

Sometimes we do not wish to see what is waiting for us.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Maternity Return, or, Learning to Love Adulting

Cute Baby Being Cute


Due to a job change and related move across the country, I was blessed with a longer maternity leave than most. In addition to the usual maternity leave work of healing from the physical trauma of birth and caring for my infant daughter, I also had to pack and drive across the country. When I had free moments, I spent some of them reading and writing, but the majority of time I spent marveling at my daughter, and watching as she learned the world around her. Sure, it was stressful being a new, first-time mom, and there were times when I was not able to get a shower before my husband came home from work. There were certainly early mornings when I did not feel myself up to the challenge of getting up again to feed her. I felt in over my head and wondered what exactly it was that I had gotten myself into for the next twenty-odd years--or, if I am honest--for the rest of my life. But there was truly a lot of joy and wonder and gratitude tempering the stress and naked fear that accompanies the birth of a baby, especially a first-born.


With the short amount of time we had to plan for the move, coupled by our decision to drive across the country, I had little time to contemplate what it might be like to return to work. And then, with starting a new job at a brand new school while designing a new curriculum, I had little time to consider anything remotely introspective. In the morning, I got up at 5:30 AM, fed the baby, pumped milk so she would have something to eat during the day, got myself ready, drove the long (hour and a half) commute, got to school and taught, used any prep time to revise syllabi, review texts, and design lesson plans. Then, came home, took care of baby, talked to husband, made dinner, unpacked something if I felt capable, got ready for next day, repeat. I was grateful that I got to see my husband and baby while they were awake.


It was not until I had been back to work for over two months that I began to feel how painfully I missed my daughter. The days were excessively long, and though I loved my new job, I would think of her often during the day, pulling up pictures on my cell phone and watching videos I had of her dancing, crawling, and singing/howling. The intensity of my longing for her surprised me.


After witnessing the challenges my mother faced as a stay-at-home mom when I was growing up, I never dreamed that I would desire to not have to leave the house to go to work every day, and that I would instead want to be at home with my child. Just thinking about cleaning the kitchen gives me a panic attack, and I truly enjoy teaching, so being a stay-at-home parent is not the best option for me right now. Still, the idea of being home with my daughter to care for and educate her during her babyhood is an enticing one. As surprised as I am to enjoy motherhood and the duties that accompany it as much as I do, I am equally as surprised to realize that the majority of the joy in my life is related to work and not leisure.  


Parenthood is helping me realize that life is not about seeking pleasure or ease, but seeking the meaningful experiences which bring contentment. It would be folly to say that parenthood is easy or always fun. There are times of great fun, but caring for an infant, who can literally do nothing for herself, is challenging and exhausting. And although I will devote many years to caring for her, there is no guarantee that she will always show me gratitude for my endeavors. In fact, it is very likely that as she grows more independent, she will desire to spend more time out in the world and that our relationship will not always be easy or simple. If I raise her right, she will, by necessity, be at odds with me at times. And, having her own interests which are completely separate from myself, she will spend more and more time without my company. While I am so pleased to have her as my daughter and I love her a crushing, frightening amount, my loyalty is to her, her well-being, and her development. All of this is easy for me to say before she can talk, but I hope that I will continue to live by this philosophy.


For now, I serve my family by working and building a career, which both supports us financially and provides me intellectual stimulation, the ability to positively impact adolescents through education, and to discuss my two greatest non-biological loves—literature and writing. My work requires research, patience, and a lot of experimentation in my teaching and curriculum building. All of this involves great effort but brings me great satisfaction. Teaching adolescents, who are experiencing a dynamic and difficult time in their lives, means that there will be challenges for me, as I discover how best to educate them. As in caring for my daughter, my loyalty is to their development, especially their intellectual development. No small task, I assure you, and I take it very seriously.


Though everyone needs downtime, certainly, I find that I have little pleasure in the time I spend on Facebook or watching YouTube. It is fun for the moment, but does not bring the same satisfaction as a good day of teaching or an evening of playing with my daughter. Work brings more rewards than vegging out.


Most probably, these are not new lessons for you, and they are not new for me either. Long ago, I recognized that an evening spent writing was more fulfilling than an evening watching TV. But in the rest of my life, the value of activities that require much of me is newly felt and understood. I spent a good deal more of my life chasing fun, pleasure, and ease than I would prefer to admit. With the rise of the term adulting, I suspect that I am not the only one. Certainly, I had great passions and worked very hard at my jobs as well as at the craft and business of writing, but I also spent a good deal of time working for the weekend and toward vacation as well as just wishing to end my day with leisure activity. When I came home, I wanted to write if I had the energy and alertness, but I did not want to do any other kind of work. Not only did I not want to clean or make appointments, but I actively avoided these and other activities. I did not have the same distaste for cooking, but even so, if I could avoid it, I would. In part, this is a result of my days being long and being exhausted when I got home, but there was also a feeling of being entitled to a bit of rest. I had worked hard and I deserved to be able to sit down and veg out. Even when I had the energy, I felt it unfair that I should spend it folding laundry. How could that possibly be just? Why did I have to spend my free time doing something that would need to be done again the next day or the day after?

Although ending my maternity leave and returning to work has been painful, I am happy to have the responsibilities of both my job and my baby. The luxury of free time is gone, but I am coming to understand how daily toil serves us. I am becoming grateful to spend my time helping to create and maintain a home where our family can grow and develop. Would I say that I am elated to wash dishes? I would not go nearly that far, but I can say that I am becoming less miserable when I am cleaning. And that is progress.


Bridge of the Gods: Holiday Edition