I like to read. How much I read is cyclical. Here is some reading material that came out last week that I thought was really interesting:Short: Why These Kids Get a Free Ride to College The NYT magazine describes the "Kalamazoo experiment," wherein anonymous donors have agreed to pay for college tuition for anyone who attends Kalamazoo public schools and then Michigan higher education. While the idea of a higher education 'bubble' has been beaten to death on this site, the potential for improvement to one's local community through higher education is as yet unclear -- hence, the experiment. The Office had an episode based on something like this.
Back in November 2005, when this year’s graduates were in sixth grade, the superintendent of Kalamazoo’s public schools, Janice M. Brown, shocked the community by announcing that unnamed donors were pledging to pay the tuition at Michigan’s public colleges, universities and community colleges for every student who graduated from the district’s high schools. All of a sudden, students who had little hope of higher education saw college in their future. Called the Kalamazoo Promise, the program — blind to family income levels, to pupils’ grades and even to disciplinary and criminal records — would be the most inclusive, most generous scholarship program in America.Your Berkeley connection:
Enrico Moretti, an economist at the University of California, Berkeley, notes that well-educated people not only make more money individually; their interactions with everyone around them also amplify a community’s wealth. The biggest difference in salaries between highly and lesser-educated regions is not found in the salaries of the elite but in those earned by lower-skilled workers. The spillover effects energize the economy at every level.Medium: The New Yorker published a 15 page excerpt from Salman Rushdie's memoir, which will be published on Tuesday. It gets right to the heart of the good stuff, i.e., the fatwa and its consequences on a nebbish writer's life, both personal and professional. Very gripping.
Afterward, when the world was exploding around him, he felt annoyed with himself for having forgotten the name of the BBC reporter who told him that his old life was over and a new, darker existence was about to begin. She called him at home, on his private line, without explaining how she got the number. “How does it feel,” she asked him, “to know that you have just been sentenced to death by Ayatollah Khomeini?” It was a sunny Tuesday in London, but the question shut out the light. This is what he said, without really knowing what he was saying: “It doesn’t feel good.” This is what he thought: I’m a dead man. He wondered how many days he had left, and guessed that the answer was probably a single-digit number. He hung up the telephone and ran down the stairs from his workroom, at the top of the narrow Islington row house where he lived. The living-room windows had wooden shutters and, absurdly, he closed and barred them. Then he locked the front door.Your Berkeley connection:
His mother and his youngest sister lived in Karachi, in Pakistan. What would happen to them? His middle sister, long estranged from the family, lived in Berkeley, California. Would she be safe there? His oldest sister, Sameen, his “Irish twin,” was in Wembley, with her family, not far from the stadium. What should be done to protect them? His son, Zafar, just nine years and eight months old, was with his mother, Clarissa, in their house near Clissold Park. At that moment, Zafar’s tenth birthday felt far, far away.Long: Michael Chabon's Telegraph Ave was published last week. The hardcover is somewhere between $16 -- $27, and the kindle version is $10. I just started it, and have no excerpts to share.
Your Berkeley connection ... should be obvious.
Happy Monday, everybody!