7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Well written and terminally obnoxious, October 20, 2009
This review is from: Crossing the Yard: Thirty Years as a Prison Volunteer (Paperback)
Because of my interest in teaching and in prison reform issues, affection for memoirs, the fact that I've lived in the same area as the author most of my life, and said author's local reputation as an excellent writer, I thought I might very well love this book. And Shelton does deserve high praise as a writer; he chronicles events memorably and offers his own insights freely and with eloquence. Unfortunately, he's so ridiculously (and stereotypically) liberal that the end result is a truly cringe-inducing piece of work. We'll get back to that in a moment.
The book starts with Shelton's initial contact and developing friendship with Charles Schmid. Schmid is locally well known in my sort-of-hometown Tucson as the only notorious serial killer the town ever produced, to the point that Oates wrote a short story about him. I remember that Toxic Ranch records used to sell shirts with his pictures on them, because playing to jaded hipsters' need to be macabre has never really been an unsafe bet. Schmid sent Shelton some poems he'd written in prison and Shelton was interested in the poetry of a monster, a reaction he says he will always be a ashamed of. This sets off a long tale of how the Schmid he knew was a sensitive and intelligent guy whose mother loved him and who had "outgrown" his sociopathic tendencies. The problem is that, even taking for granted that such a thing can be outgrown, it doesn't change who Schmid was or what he had done. And taking Shelton at his word, Schmid told him ahead of time that he was going to escape. That fact that Shelton failed to notify authorities that a serial killer was planning to run when he was given that knowledge directly means that, quite frankly, he should have never been allowed to set foot in a correctional facility again, but I digress. What makes this part difficult to read is a simple application of Ockham's razor; what was more likely, that a sociopath later just sort of outgrew it or that he was magnetic and gifted at playing people? I mean, they called the guy the Pied Piper of Tucson, you think he might have some charisma? Doesn't really change a whole lot.
The thread running through the book never fails to similarly ennoble criminals or portray corrections officers as dimwitted and uncaring at best and cruel thugs at worst. Now, let me say that having known several COs over the years, including some at the very facility Shelton spent most of his time, that some of them are indeed unsuited for the work. And I do think that the prison industry does some pretty monstrous things to people, though I stop short of calling for its abolition as Shelton does here. But not everyone in prison is Cool Hand Luke, and not every guard is The Boss. Shelton talks at some length at how talented many of the prisoners were as poets, and I have no doubt that this may be true. I've met many intelligent, eloquent criminals and the kind of suffering such lives entail entail often are fertile ground for creativity. But that being said, most of the men Shelton dealt with were guilty of doing horrific things, and ultimately while the prison system may be hard on the families of these men, they have in most cases done things that created these situations to begin with. We see here the cliche "bleeding heart" personal politics of the whole thing when Shelton excoriates COs for far lesser things than those he is willing to forgive in his convict friends. He makes a point that he has no respect for female guards who sexually tease prisoners, but has no apparent problem working with rapists and killers, who he obviously does respect. He points out how guards often treat prisoners as less than human, leaving out that, of course, the guards are constantly tested and often threatened by the inmates, and that the inmates themselves often treat each other even worse. The sort of vague aura of 60s politics is especially on display when he shows his contempt for a Saudi Muslim teacher who is teaching classes on Islam; the man is naive enough to only teach Black inmates about Islam, and doesn't teach them black revolutionary nationalism. He then says, providing no real evidence for his interpretation, that black inmates were angry at the teacher for precisely this reason. Only a white uber-liberal like Shelton could fault a teacher of religion for teaching you know, religion, instead of being a fiery blend of Stokely Carmichael and H Rap Brown.
Before you get the idea that this is a bad book though, let me tell you why it isn't. It's a well-written, often engrossing account of decades spent with prisoners. Shelton's obvious biases aside, his mastery of the English language and ability to describe key moments in this narrative make this a very easy and accessible read, yet thought-provoking and intelligent. The book also serves as a valuable historical document of both certain individuals and of a certain time and place. It may very well be worth your time to read; but the intellectual dishonesty and lack of critical reflection keep it from being truly excellent.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
what a great book!, May 17, 2008
This review is from: Crossing the Yard: Thirty Years as a Prison Volunteer (Paperback)
I encourage anyone wanting to know more about prison and prison arts to read this book. Shelton is such an honest reporter. He tells us about his initial morbid curiosity when asked to "read the poetry of a monster" - an attitude he's now ashamed of - and the desperation he felt when witnessing unexpected horrible consequences for some of his prisoner students as they became poets. He tells us about institutional stupidity and the subversion he found he had to use in order to get anything good done inside. Especially he tells us about the dozens of men he worked with inside, many of whom are now well-published writers (see Ken Lamberton's "Time of Grace" mentioned on this page). "Crossing the Yard" is both moving and unadorned (honest, straight-forward). I'm so grateful for this book.
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2 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Frank M, July 28, 2008
This review is from: Crossing the Yard: Thirty Years as a Prison Volunteer (Paperback)
Mr Shelton rises to the top of my heroes. My heroes are those that rise above their accomplishments to help others reach inside themselves to gain self worth and to reach their own accomplishments. All great teachers bring a sense of hope to their students, a sense of their own worthiness. To leave the confines of his own comfortable academia, Mr Shelton brings his entire heart and soul to the rescue of men without much hope, in his walk across the yard! Every teacher should read this book and discover their own worth!
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