I found a book in the laundry room that caught my attention. I had already reviewed the movie The WhistleBlower on facebook and blogger so that there seems to be so much similarity between the movie and the book that I do not find it a coincidence to be there at all. I really do like this book and the sympathy and the empathy that the author shows. There is enough real twists and turns to this plot to keep one interested in the solution that I read it as quickly as I could after I got past that first chapter that drew me into the book. Because I have read so many Tony Hillerman books I recognized some similarities in his mystery novel and this one so that is why I could sense that the murderer's thoughts were discernible. Only certain kinds of hunters are this perceptive about nature.
The first chapter did intrigue me because I also use hunting and survival tactics in a forest in my book about Alexander. This book taught me a few things that I had not known or considered. The author does give credit to David Diaz for his book Tracking:Signs of Man, Signs of Hope, and to Michael Chesbro's Wilderness Evasion. I never considered researching tracking until I read this book either.
I wrote off the top of my head and except for using history books by a few historians, I wrote my first draft from my own imagination and intuition.
So this book more or less brought me up to snuff realizing how much I have yet to do to fully develop a compelling book. But I am not being too hard on myself...I just needed the excuse to write some thoughts about Alexander that I wanted to explore and so I did do just that. I am rereading some of my recent efforts and realize that again I am being skeletal and trying to create an outline more than actually get into the story. I am trying to decide how I will go about doing this because frankly, there is so much to develop yet. I have a few very good scenes, and my book is gradually becoming an adult book more than a child's book. Yet, I have to write with children in mind. That controls some of the harshness of it. Yet, because Alexander was a child when he took command, it means that he became an adult very soon in life. I am thinking all this aloud now because it is very important to understand what he was like when he first took over at his father's death and how young and idealistic he had been at that age. Despite the fact that he had participated and even led in a few battles as fundamentally a child, he assumed leadership based upon the love of his soldiers for him, and it enabled him to keep them loyal to him while they conquered their enemies.
The point is that in reading this book, I see how this author has used his characters well to develop his plot, and to make us stay with the book. Had he not done that, the murder itself and the victims themselves would not matter to us. I have to develop my characters for those who do not know who Alexander is.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Movies
I have been watching movies lately. Lincoln is the latest Spielberg directed movie so I decided to watch a few trailers of the film. Sure enough, just as I suspected Barack Obama is being treated in a few publicity shots in a fashion reminiscent of Lincoln. He has always said that he admired Lincoln so that it is obvious that he is imitating some of Lincoln's lonely portraits in the White House in a few publicity shots. I saw the resemblance.
Skyfall is the latest Bond movie. It is number one at the box office which is to be expected. I have no idea what is happening except to know that Bond had been declared dead but has decided to resurrect himself to help his old pal M who needs him to stop some serious threat. The trailers are too action paced to make sense of any of it. I like the old sophisticated, debonair, and charming Bonds better than the gutsy, masochistic, rugged Bond.
If real life were ever as genuinely intriguing as movie life, we would be one sorry group of people. I hope that never do we have villains as well portrayed as Hollywood makes them. Because for sure, we do not have real life heroes as bright and brilliant as those portrayed in our "hero" style films.
I hope that Barack Obama does not react to the movie Lincoln in the same way that Nixon reacted to the George Scott movie Patton. I am suspicious that all these secession efforts are just a bit of a publicity stunt for the movie Lincoln. You can bet that this movie will be Oscar material and will win many without fail. By the way, Sally Fields as Mary Todd Lincoln makes me laugh, but she is cute in the role...probably too cute. All 130 pounds of her! The real Mrs. Lincoln, not Sally!
Skyfall is the latest Bond movie. It is number one at the box office which is to be expected. I have no idea what is happening except to know that Bond had been declared dead but has decided to resurrect himself to help his old pal M who needs him to stop some serious threat. The trailers are too action paced to make sense of any of it. I like the old sophisticated, debonair, and charming Bonds better than the gutsy, masochistic, rugged Bond.
If real life were ever as genuinely intriguing as movie life, we would be one sorry group of people. I hope that never do we have villains as well portrayed as Hollywood makes them. Because for sure, we do not have real life heroes as bright and brilliant as those portrayed in our "hero" style films.
I hope that Barack Obama does not react to the movie Lincoln in the same way that Nixon reacted to the George Scott movie Patton. I am suspicious that all these secession efforts are just a bit of a publicity stunt for the movie Lincoln. You can bet that this movie will be Oscar material and will win many without fail. By the way, Sally Fields as Mary Todd Lincoln makes me laugh, but she is cute in the role...probably too cute. All 130 pounds of her! The real Mrs. Lincoln, not Sally!
Blood Trail
In the laundry room, I found a book called Blood Trail. This is a strange story set in Wyoming about a hunter who is more than slightly cuckoo. He has decided to kill other hunters. He actually treated the latest victim like one of the elk who hunters treat in a special way by gutting and decapitating them. He is a serial killer but his thoughts are written up in the first chapter in such a way that is totally captivating and enthralling. For a mentally unbalanced person to think so sensibly and clearly is quite a stretch but the chapter did tell me finally why that first chapter is so important. I had read a similar first chapter a while back that gave me some idea but this one did make me realize how important it is to engage your reader immediately...However, the rest of the story must surely keep up with the pace of the first. But his descriptions of what a hunter sees while carefully studying his prey is incredible.
I have been reading through my last efforts at continuing the story of Alexander, and while I thought I had a great way to make a historical narrative interesting and enthralling, I find that some of it is really good but much must be rewritten. It is actually always a good idea to put aside your work for a while so that it can sit for awhile. Later, you have a more critical and sound attitude to it.
I am at least finally coming back to renewing interest in it again. But the last few months have been difficult for me to concentrate on anything but getting through each day one at a time.
After I had put my pet cat who was named for Alexander to sleep, I changed a lot about my interests in life now. That event of watching my dearest beloved cat die really has impacted me. My mother's death was bad enough for me, and the cat reminded me of when her little tongue suddenly popped out of her mouth too, and her head then just fell to the side. I can never forget either one. My friend Diane thinks I was very brave. I don't think of it as brave at all, but it is something that I am glad now that I was there for each one of them at the time of their death. I wonder now about both. I am sure that Alexander could be in spirit nearby. I don't know about my mother any longer.
I am not trying to be morbid but I understand death better due to both of their passing while I was staring at each one. I was trying to give my mother mouth to mouth rescutitation and realized at how inept I was in my efforts but it was what brought a smile to her face, and her face then went white and she was gone. I never forget her smile though.
Wondering why I wanted to write a book about Alexander at all. Well, at first I did not want to do that. But as time passed and I came to know him better and better, and had so many experiences in going back to that time, some of which truly impacted me very much, helping to explain some of today's events, I became terribly convinced that it would be a good thing if people could see him as I have seen him. Whether I will be right or wrong about that is yet to be realized...I will just keep on working...
I have been reading through my last efforts at continuing the story of Alexander, and while I thought I had a great way to make a historical narrative interesting and enthralling, I find that some of it is really good but much must be rewritten. It is actually always a good idea to put aside your work for a while so that it can sit for awhile. Later, you have a more critical and sound attitude to it.
I am at least finally coming back to renewing interest in it again. But the last few months have been difficult for me to concentrate on anything but getting through each day one at a time.
After I had put my pet cat who was named for Alexander to sleep, I changed a lot about my interests in life now. That event of watching my dearest beloved cat die really has impacted me. My mother's death was bad enough for me, and the cat reminded me of when her little tongue suddenly popped out of her mouth too, and her head then just fell to the side. I can never forget either one. My friend Diane thinks I was very brave. I don't think of it as brave at all, but it is something that I am glad now that I was there for each one of them at the time of their death. I wonder now about both. I am sure that Alexander could be in spirit nearby. I don't know about my mother any longer.
I am not trying to be morbid but I understand death better due to both of their passing while I was staring at each one. I was trying to give my mother mouth to mouth rescutitation and realized at how inept I was in my efforts but it was what brought a smile to her face, and her face then went white and she was gone. I never forget her smile though.
Wondering why I wanted to write a book about Alexander at all. Well, at first I did not want to do that. But as time passed and I came to know him better and better, and had so many experiences in going back to that time, some of which truly impacted me very much, helping to explain some of today's events, I became terribly convinced that it would be a good thing if people could see him as I have seen him. Whether I will be right or wrong about that is yet to be realized...I will just keep on working...
Monday, November 12, 2012
Post Abortion, Catholics, President and Pope
I wrote two pieces in response to an ongoing discussion. I have a great respect for the Holy Catholic Church with regard to its faithfulness in keeping the doctrine of Jesus Christ alive and well, and perpetuated throughout time in good faith and lovingness. I also have a certain kind of respect and admiration for the government of the United States in its fluid state of administration since it evolves and changes from generation to generation.
However, in good conscienceness, I no longer participate in communion services or even in attendance at the local parish. I have too many sincere disagreements with the pronouncements of the Bishops and the Pope regarding issues about which I feel strongly; therefore, I do not particpate in any but a total spiritual communion. I recognize that Jesus said where two or three are gathered in my name, I am with you always throughout time. I understand that concept, and I understand fully the reason for the sacrament of communion. It should be celebrated once a year in my opinion instead of daily but it is the centerpiece of the mass, so the practice continues.
When I was teaching, we said every single day without fail the pledge of allegiance to the United States. It was the first thing we did in the morning before the regular classes began. After a time, even the pledge of allegiance to the United States became a rote, mechanical exercise. It is the same in the church that after a time even Holy Communion becomes a mechanical rather than a meaningful experience.
When Jesus instituted the practice he was a living man sitting in front of his disciples explaining a simple relationship between his own person and the staples of life, bread and wine. Jesus in some ways was like the Greek god Dionysus in his use of wine for the purpose of reminding the apostles that he was sustenance for the soul.
The Catholic faith has a history of priests who have given their lives to preserve what they believe to be the living body of Jesus Christ in the form of the sacrament yet because of the nature and size of the church, the wine is given only to the priests and not to the people. This in itself is almost a form of insult against the sacrament itself...that the people should have to take only the bread and not the wine. In protestant churches both are given and understood as symbolic of the body of Jesus. The apostles knew full well that they were partaking of unleavened bread and wine when Jesus sat in person before them...When did the Church cease to realize that is what I have often wondered.
I know that my cousin Jimmy wants me to attend church for fellowship. I believe that fellowship is the result in a church where the congregation truly love one another. When my grandfather died, I was so impressed with the Pentecostal church who came to my grandmother in her time of need and supplied our family with pies, cakes, salads, and all kinds of home made goods to give comfort to my grandmother. I truly saw that their goodness is what makes church so wonderful despite the fact that I do not like the style of heavy handed preaching. I could see that the minister and his wife (a Russian) truly were good and decent people, sincere and faithful in their own way to their belief in the Jesus that they taught.
Granted, the minister's wife did not like the fact that my hair was bleached at the time. She was downright forthright and honest about it. I overlooked it, knowing that vanity is thought to be a sin in some circles, and it is Biblical, but also knowing that despite their humble ways, I would still continue to bleach my hair.
Like Sandy in the movie Grease, I had become a bad girl. I smoked, drank, partied, danced, and bleached my hair. To the devout, I was dreadful. Yet, inside me,I was possibly more religious than they could ever know...I live my religious belief of being good to one another through doing it rather than any other way. And I do not shout it out to the world, or even talk about it...I know that God sees in secret.
This will be continued.
However, in good conscienceness, I no longer participate in communion services or even in attendance at the local parish. I have too many sincere disagreements with the pronouncements of the Bishops and the Pope regarding issues about which I feel strongly; therefore, I do not particpate in any but a total spiritual communion. I recognize that Jesus said where two or three are gathered in my name, I am with you always throughout time. I understand that concept, and I understand fully the reason for the sacrament of communion. It should be celebrated once a year in my opinion instead of daily but it is the centerpiece of the mass, so the practice continues.
When I was teaching, we said every single day without fail the pledge of allegiance to the United States. It was the first thing we did in the morning before the regular classes began. After a time, even the pledge of allegiance to the United States became a rote, mechanical exercise. It is the same in the church that after a time even Holy Communion becomes a mechanical rather than a meaningful experience.
When Jesus instituted the practice he was a living man sitting in front of his disciples explaining a simple relationship between his own person and the staples of life, bread and wine. Jesus in some ways was like the Greek god Dionysus in his use of wine for the purpose of reminding the apostles that he was sustenance for the soul.
The Catholic faith has a history of priests who have given their lives to preserve what they believe to be the living body of Jesus Christ in the form of the sacrament yet because of the nature and size of the church, the wine is given only to the priests and not to the people. This in itself is almost a form of insult against the sacrament itself...that the people should have to take only the bread and not the wine. In protestant churches both are given and understood as symbolic of the body of Jesus. The apostles knew full well that they were partaking of unleavened bread and wine when Jesus sat in person before them...When did the Church cease to realize that is what I have often wondered.
I know that my cousin Jimmy wants me to attend church for fellowship. I believe that fellowship is the result in a church where the congregation truly love one another. When my grandfather died, I was so impressed with the Pentecostal church who came to my grandmother in her time of need and supplied our family with pies, cakes, salads, and all kinds of home made goods to give comfort to my grandmother. I truly saw that their goodness is what makes church so wonderful despite the fact that I do not like the style of heavy handed preaching. I could see that the minister and his wife (a Russian) truly were good and decent people, sincere and faithful in their own way to their belief in the Jesus that they taught.
Granted, the minister's wife did not like the fact that my hair was bleached at the time. She was downright forthright and honest about it. I overlooked it, knowing that vanity is thought to be a sin in some circles, and it is Biblical, but also knowing that despite their humble ways, I would still continue to bleach my hair.
Like Sandy in the movie Grease, I had become a bad girl. I smoked, drank, partied, danced, and bleached my hair. To the devout, I was dreadful. Yet, inside me,I was possibly more religious than they could ever know...I live my religious belief of being good to one another through doing it rather than any other way. And I do not shout it out to the world, or even talk about it...I know that God sees in secret.
This will be continued.
Regrets
One thing I like about blogger is that it can be edited and deleted. I am going to delete two posts now.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Spouting off Time
Well, the election is over, and the winners are gloating and pleased with themselves, while the losers are sad, disheartened, and depressed. All had hoped for a return to great economic good news, but instead taxes being raised are making the headlines at CNN. Oh boy, and a general has stepped down out of his job due to an indiscretion on his part...More to come in the soap opera of the WhiteHouse I am sure.
But I am going to spout off now about the people both on the inside and the ouside. I was really shocked to learn that people really believe that they alone know what is going on in the USA and who it is who should be elected to the most powerful job in the land...So we are told that it is the most powerful. Truthfully, that is not a realiable fact either. Three branches of government means that the Executive Office has only a limited amount of power. He can only do just so much.
I never really cared what people thought about my decision on which person I would choose. I do not like Barack Obama for sending horses to slaughter when he had promised not to do that. Then I read Ed Klein's book which says simply that Obama thinks that political promises can be easily broken because that is what political promises are all about...in other words, just so much bullshit.
I took an instant dislike to him when I read that.
I have contempt for both parties now. I believe that anybody who is popular can get votes but that does not show respect for the office or for the nation. The people deserve that the person who wins the election have credentials which make him capable of holding that office.
Romney at least had the good grace to laugh at himself at the Al Smith function which told me that he was on sounder footing about himself and his past performances than what others seem to be. Had the election been determined by the speeches given there, Romney would have won hands down in a minute unless as many already suspect, the election was rigged from the start.
I am not sour grapes about Barack Obama's win. I was torn in half. Some of Obama's platform I approved, but not all of it. I just simply do not like him as a person. Romney came across to me as a decent and fine upstanding man, and I like him but did not approve his platform...so I was torn.
I do not like religion to creep into politics. Unfortunately, the Republican party has not only let it creep in but has given in to it in a fashion that has turned many voters off. If they could have gotten rid of some of the stupid thoughts that emanated from some of the men who spoke about rape and abortion as if it were some kind of insignificant wound they may have stood a chance. It is amazing to think that any of those men got any support at all.
Most fortunately were defeated soundly. Thank Heaven for that.
About Romney's wealth, well, I am one of those who believe we had needed that kind of thinking man to finally know how to handle the economy of this nation. I admire Romney for his ability to create businesses, thus, jobs, and profits. I wonder at many who do not realize this, and for me, that was the most important reason to vote.
We need positive thinkers, doers, builders, and great men and women to serve in public office. Hopefully, some will continue to try to serve this nation, and a smart electorate will finally elect them.
But I am going to spout off now about the people both on the inside and the ouside. I was really shocked to learn that people really believe that they alone know what is going on in the USA and who it is who should be elected to the most powerful job in the land...So we are told that it is the most powerful. Truthfully, that is not a realiable fact either. Three branches of government means that the Executive Office has only a limited amount of power. He can only do just so much.
I never really cared what people thought about my decision on which person I would choose. I do not like Barack Obama for sending horses to slaughter when he had promised not to do that. Then I read Ed Klein's book which says simply that Obama thinks that political promises can be easily broken because that is what political promises are all about...in other words, just so much bullshit.
I took an instant dislike to him when I read that.
I have contempt for both parties now. I believe that anybody who is popular can get votes but that does not show respect for the office or for the nation. The people deserve that the person who wins the election have credentials which make him capable of holding that office.
Romney at least had the good grace to laugh at himself at the Al Smith function which told me that he was on sounder footing about himself and his past performances than what others seem to be. Had the election been determined by the speeches given there, Romney would have won hands down in a minute unless as many already suspect, the election was rigged from the start.
I am not sour grapes about Barack Obama's win. I was torn in half. Some of Obama's platform I approved, but not all of it. I just simply do not like him as a person. Romney came across to me as a decent and fine upstanding man, and I like him but did not approve his platform...so I was torn.
I do not like religion to creep into politics. Unfortunately, the Republican party has not only let it creep in but has given in to it in a fashion that has turned many voters off. If they could have gotten rid of some of the stupid thoughts that emanated from some of the men who spoke about rape and abortion as if it were some kind of insignificant wound they may have stood a chance. It is amazing to think that any of those men got any support at all.
Most fortunately were defeated soundly. Thank Heaven for that.
About Romney's wealth, well, I am one of those who believe we had needed that kind of thinking man to finally know how to handle the economy of this nation. I admire Romney for his ability to create businesses, thus, jobs, and profits. I wonder at many who do not realize this, and for me, that was the most important reason to vote.
We need positive thinkers, doers, builders, and great men and women to serve in public office. Hopefully, some will continue to try to serve this nation, and a smart electorate will finally elect them.
The White Ribbon (Spoiler)
I don't know how many have seen this movie. I had seen the previews which did not entice me to see it, but finding it at the library I decided to overcome a certain dislike for it since it had won so many awards. It is called The White Ribbon. The title comes from a form of punishment that a very rigid pastor hoists upon his children to insure that they lead virtuous and ideal lives. The old story of preacher kids comes to mind.
The movie begins with a doctor returning home to get pitched off his horse when he hits a wire. He is hospitalized and we then meet the small village which belongs to a Baron and Baroness who have three children, twins, and a young boy named Sigi. Sigi is a beautiful child but suffers from boredom trying to satisfy his demanding mother. The villagers are who the story is about but Sigi does have an important role in the film.
The narrator of the story is the teacher who is a son of a tailor. He is 31 years old, single, and a simple, kind, naive type of man who falls in love with a young 17 year old girl who is the nanny for the Baron and Baronness's children.
This is not a happy movie. It is a sad movie full of malice, emptiness, disdain, cruelty, envy, nearly all the sins that one can empty onto a piece of Hollywood celluloid. The writer outdid himself using a Conan O'Brien look alike to portray the cruel mean doctor who in the beginning of the film is so readily taken out. Later, we learn his evil secret which may be a clue to who it is that did string the wire to trip him up, saving his own daughter the misery that he has inflicted onto her. In the meantime, his wife has died so that he takes up with the midwife who is his children's caretaker, and who he secretly hates but uses to satisfy his lusts. There is an especially dreadful scene where he berates her sadistically so that she squeals on his dreadful deeds to his daughter which she has seen him do.
Two young children get tortured, the midwife's son who is a sweet and innocent retarded child, and the son of the Baron and Baroness, Sigi. Both are tortured cruelly, and the culprit frankly is never found, but there are significant clues as to who may have done the dreadful deeds.
A woman is killed sensely while working the Baron's fields so that her son goes berserk, using his scythe to take his vengeance out on cabbage heads, cutting them down in a rage. This costs his father and his family much humiliation and finally loss of jobs and then loss of life. The father hangs himself.
Isn't this just the happiest film you have ever seen get an award? Ha!
But throughout the film, there is sweet innocence, stark cruelty, as the children are portrayed as both good, sweet, and evil. One of the pastor's daughters mercilessly kills a caged bird to put it on her father's desk. The pastor is a man who one must question at times for his authoritarian and punitive way of teaching the Gospel. Old time religion seems to often be the worst kind of teaching, and in this case, it most certainly is. He has his son who is exhibiting signs of masturbating secretly tied down while in bed so that he can overcome the temptations to touch himself.
It is one of those films that because it exposes life so well in this harsh and unforgiving environment that it garnered awards from the world of film.
I was shocked, stunned, and amazed at the rawness of the film. We see the tortured child, and know through his agony who may have committed this horrible act of trying to blind him. He flees town so we are fairly certain that he is the guilty culprit. However, whoever it was who had Sigi tied upside down and caned is never fully known...
In the end, World War I is about to begin because some anarchist has killed the King of Austria.
The narrator, the teacher, does find love and happiness in his shy young nanny who has gotten fired from her job because of the torture to Sigi. Unfair, but nothing is fair in this film. Her father who demanded that he wait a year does come to the village to inspect the teacher's habitat so that the two can become married. He is drafted into the army but survives and life goes on...probably as sourly after the war as before.
This is a movie that is intended to expose daily life in German villages. It is ironic that it is called The White Ribbon. Lord knows these krauts are as sour as sauerkraut.
The movie begins with a doctor returning home to get pitched off his horse when he hits a wire. He is hospitalized and we then meet the small village which belongs to a Baron and Baroness who have three children, twins, and a young boy named Sigi. Sigi is a beautiful child but suffers from boredom trying to satisfy his demanding mother. The villagers are who the story is about but Sigi does have an important role in the film.
The narrator of the story is the teacher who is a son of a tailor. He is 31 years old, single, and a simple, kind, naive type of man who falls in love with a young 17 year old girl who is the nanny for the Baron and Baronness's children.
This is not a happy movie. It is a sad movie full of malice, emptiness, disdain, cruelty, envy, nearly all the sins that one can empty onto a piece of Hollywood celluloid. The writer outdid himself using a Conan O'Brien look alike to portray the cruel mean doctor who in the beginning of the film is so readily taken out. Later, we learn his evil secret which may be a clue to who it is that did string the wire to trip him up, saving his own daughter the misery that he has inflicted onto her. In the meantime, his wife has died so that he takes up with the midwife who is his children's caretaker, and who he secretly hates but uses to satisfy his lusts. There is an especially dreadful scene where he berates her sadistically so that she squeals on his dreadful deeds to his daughter which she has seen him do.
Two young children get tortured, the midwife's son who is a sweet and innocent retarded child, and the son of the Baron and Baroness, Sigi. Both are tortured cruelly, and the culprit frankly is never found, but there are significant clues as to who may have done the dreadful deeds.
A woman is killed sensely while working the Baron's fields so that her son goes berserk, using his scythe to take his vengeance out on cabbage heads, cutting them down in a rage. This costs his father and his family much humiliation and finally loss of jobs and then loss of life. The father hangs himself.
Isn't this just the happiest film you have ever seen get an award? Ha!
But throughout the film, there is sweet innocence, stark cruelty, as the children are portrayed as both good, sweet, and evil. One of the pastor's daughters mercilessly kills a caged bird to put it on her father's desk. The pastor is a man who one must question at times for his authoritarian and punitive way of teaching the Gospel. Old time religion seems to often be the worst kind of teaching, and in this case, it most certainly is. He has his son who is exhibiting signs of masturbating secretly tied down while in bed so that he can overcome the temptations to touch himself.
It is one of those films that because it exposes life so well in this harsh and unforgiving environment that it garnered awards from the world of film.
I was shocked, stunned, and amazed at the rawness of the film. We see the tortured child, and know through his agony who may have committed this horrible act of trying to blind him. He flees town so we are fairly certain that he is the guilty culprit. However, whoever it was who had Sigi tied upside down and caned is never fully known...
In the end, World War I is about to begin because some anarchist has killed the King of Austria.
The narrator, the teacher, does find love and happiness in his shy young nanny who has gotten fired from her job because of the torture to Sigi. Unfair, but nothing is fair in this film. Her father who demanded that he wait a year does come to the village to inspect the teacher's habitat so that the two can become married. He is drafted into the army but survives and life goes on...probably as sourly after the war as before.
This is a movie that is intended to expose daily life in German villages. It is ironic that it is called The White Ribbon. Lord knows these krauts are as sour as sauerkraut.
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