10 thoughts on “What We’re Teaching Our Sons – Owen Booth

  1. “We’re sure it wasn’t like this when we were children.”

    “We promise ourselves that next week we’ll get it right.”

    A lot of short short and nifty wise saws, or not so wise!

  2. “Everyone was very sad, we say. People had taken to calling the whale ‘Diana’. It was one of those moments when the whole nation comes together.”

    More incantatory refrains of the recurrent teaching of our sons. First whales, today. And why one was beached so close to home. In the Thames, was it? I am 71, old enough by far to be a grandfather, old enough to lose my memory. And I mine my own eaves. And I often read Steve Rasnic Tem. Owen Booth here: “And the grandfathers themselves, as boys, searching desperately through the streets for their own silent, unknowable fathers.”

  3. “We’re teaching our sons about women. What they mean. Where they come from. Where they’re headed, as individuals and as a gender.”

    What else can I say? Other than taking them to art galleries, as this text seems to suggest, to see paintings with women depicted over the centuries. I wonder if Courbet’s The Origin of the World (1866) was one such.

  4. Now we are teaching them of Money and Geology.
    I admire the ironic obliquity of these incantations. But irony of ironies, does one irony cancel out the other irony?
    Also I am impressed at my preternatural synchronicity in reading Tem’s Book of Days and this Owen Booth-book in chance oblique tandem.
    Also cf Haas’ Sugarland, reviewed a few months ago?

  5. As we learn to teach, sport! And emotional literacy. With examples like collecting, steam trains etc, I feel I may have suffered a form of Aspergers all my life! A horror book of ultimate ironies of self-awareness disguised as a literary whimsy!

  6. “We’re teaching our sons about sex.”

    Almost a cleansing catharsis, with snow cover or bald heads and bald bodies. But half of us may be gay or straight or both, half of us may be into or actually IN pornography, and half of us nastier than most, I infer. The irony is that all bodies contain ugliness. But did the snow hide it, or the hair? Women, as mothers, are ironically mentioned for the first time here, as far as I recall. Bodies contain minds, too, I guess. Meanwhile, I think I have extrapolated here further than the book strictly allowed!

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