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If you want to go backward to refresh your memory about a character or jump ahead to consult the endnotes, you either endure an annoying bout of button-mashing or give up. That can make reading anything more complicated than an airport thriller a frustrating experience.Reading that reminds me of the late Charles Dunphy who loved reading and lost the sight of one eye to a botched operation and sight in the other in a near-death illness which included renal failure and a host of other problems just as awful as becoming blind. Even while he had decent sight in one eye, it was tiring to read. People thought that audiobooks would be the way to go for such an ardent booklover. He rejected them as Keilman rejects electronic books, also saying that it was difficult to go back and re-read a previous part that might help explain something in the here and now (even while it was a CD, I could almost imagine the frustration of stopping and starting to just the right point, like we did with the old reel-to-reel recording machine my father had when I was young and we were recording songs and messages for the grandparents in Hong Kong and for posterity (imagine that)). It was difficult to see how much further (longer?) until the end of the chapter or to imagine when a good stopping point was approaching. He much preferred a human being (preferably wife Frances) reading a printed bound book to him, whom he can ask, "Can you go back to when ..." or "How many pages until the end of the chapter? I going to have to get up and stretch my legs." Additionally, when one person reads aloud to another, there is an engagement of minds in a shared activity that is lost when two people are listening together to an audio book.
An old man dies after drinking some sangria offered at his neighbors' backyard grilling party. The suspicions all focus on those neighbors -- three professional, upper middle class couples. Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, they came en masse into the police station and insisted upon taking lie detector tests. All six were ultimately asked, "Did you kill _______ ?" Each said, no, and at no time did the machine detect a lie. That is because each one person could truly believe he or she did not do it, did not strike the fatal blow that killed the man. It turns out they all did it -- first doing a six-glass monty on the poisoned wine, so no one knew who held the fatal glass. Then, they all poured their glasses of wine into the pitcher of sangria and no one drank from it but the unfortunate old neighbor. With this all-for-one and one-for-all commitment, each could kid himself into truly believing he was not the culprit. I never could figure out why his neighbors believed he had to die.
The writers of the television show put some irony into it, showing that it works the other way, also. If one feels something may be technically true and really is a matter for interpretation, the subsequent guilt can wreck the detector. Laura's estranged husband wanting to reconcile but is found with a fairly incriminating gift from a woman (a buttoned-down shirt no less) insists she ask him questions while strapped to a lie detector test. I couldn't figure out what she was asking, but however she worded it, the needle on the machine went berserk. He felt guilty, and so the machine picked up on that through his pulse rate, his sweat rate and whatever else a "lie detecting" machine uses, even when he truly felt true to her. That was that; he couldn't prove it. By the end of the episode, he had granted her a divorce.Quite interestingly, I now have the title for a book I can use to illustrate that same phenomenon, from the other side. Instead of calling it sincerity in the face of truth, Carol Tavris would call it denial, justification or even hypocrisy. But, is it truth?