Frontier Nursing Service

Marie Bartlett’s The Frontier Nursing Service takes a potentially fascinating topic and makes it — well, not exactly deathly dull, but not especially interesting either. The book focuses, as the title says, on the Frontier Nursing Service (FNS), a midwifery and nursing service established in the Appalachias in eastern Kentucky. In the 1920s the region was rural, isolated, and subject to some of the highest maternal death rates in the country. The FNS, under the leadership of Mary Breckenridge,rode in to save the day — literally. Nurse-midwives saddled horses and traipsed up and down pathless mountains to, as they said, “catch” babies. The care, subsidized by charitable donations, was virtually free, and it dramatically improved survival rates of both mothers and children in the region.

Midwifery remains an intensely controversial profession in the United States. Homebirths are only barely legal in many states, including Illinois. Moreover, the entire U.S. medical system is in a rolling crisis, providing ever more impersonal, ever more ineffective care at ever more exorbitant prices to ever fewer people. A study of the FNS — a group of midwives committed to cheap, effective midwifery and public health for all at rock-bottom rates — seems, therefore, like it should have something to say to a number of contemporary debates.

Unfortunately, Bartlett is more interested in hagiography than in analysis. She talks a great deal about how wonderful the FNS nurses were, and about the spirit and vision of their leader Mary Breckinridge. She relates many warm anecdotes, and discusses at length the personalities and quirks of various nurses — she mentions at least three times, for instance, that one of the nurses had the interesting nickname of “Thumper.” But ultimately all the feel-good high-mindedness just starts to feel gratingly saccharine — like a book-length public-service announcement.

It’s a truism that you can’t understand the present without understanding the past, but people tend to miss the fact that the inverse is true as well. The FNS had a vision of health care which has been abandoned. They are, in many ways, historical failures. Bartlett leeches their story of much of its drama when she pretends that we have honored, or have the right to honor, their memory.

Good Point

My mom and Joe Klein both like this essay Zadie Smith did about Obama. I just skimmed it and it seemed ok by me, but the one bit that stood out was the following:

 It’s amazing how many of our cross-cultural and cross-class encounters are limited not by hate or pride or shame, but by another equally insidious, less-discussed, emotion: embarrassment.

Which is nice to hear: I’m not the only one. In general, I suspect that the great passions attached to public issues boil down, on a person-by-person basis, to quite tiny little feelings that cling like lint to our tiny egos. Will I look silly? How can I feel important? What’s Johnny over there doing? Is Sally looking this way? See Mary McCarthy’s “My Confession,” if you can find it.

Surrrrrrrreal

So I doze off and miss the first 15 minutes of the UK game. Surreal. And Meeks only has 10 points. Surreal.

Real weirdness: at halftime, I decide to catch up on the WW by typing in the title of this site.

Only I leave off the S: http://hoodedutilitarian.blogpot.com/

At first I thought we’d been hacked. By the Lord. Now I’m wondering whether Google really is all-powerful. Don’t they buy all the typos?

Slap Me! Slap Me Hard! (Or, More Found Prose)

The author’s bio from a lifestyle (ok, dating) column on MSN:

Rich Santos finds charm in stupidity and campiness in movies, celebs and life. He currently resides in New York City where some day he hopes to fall in love. Until then, he is happy to share his failures and successes with the readers of Marie Claire.

Jesus, that’s terrible. I mean, starting with the syntax but getting worse from there. How about that, a guy who gets a kick out of dumb movies. My, there’s something new.


And why was I reading this column? Well, fuck you, mind your own business.

SPECIAL BONUS:

I guess Pat Benatar was right when she sang “Love Is a Battlefield”

That’s from the column. He actually had that in there.

Found Prose

From a student midterm. Found it on the way to the Second Cup this morning.

Why is the earth round? Describe how the moon was formed.
The earth is round due to gravity forming it into a sphere. The moon was formed when a large body struck the earth blasting debris off of the earth which then formed a ring around the earth (this is due to earth’s gravitational field) This ring eventually condensed and became the moon.
That’s an explanation? Jesus. Why did gravity make the earth a sphere? Why did the ring condense into a moon? Where did the “large body” come from and why haven’t we been hit by further large bodies?
That answer above is fucking bullshit, and the kid got full marks for it: 5 out of 5. Fucking crap.