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  • The Moral Test by Donald M. Berwick

    The Moral Test, a speech delivered by Dr. Donald Berwick, the outgoing Administrator of the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services (CMS) at the MDIHI National Forum, Orlando, Florida: December 7, 2011

    Let me begin by thanking the Picker Institute for this honor.  I am
    touched to be in such good company, and especially for a theme
    so close to my heart – patient-centered care.  And let me also say
    a word of personal reverence for Harvey Picker.  He was a man of
    grace, vision, and action.  He changed forever our understanding
    about the proper relationship between the people who get care
    and the people who give it.
    And, I need to say a word about Maureen Bisognano.  For years, I
    have known that the luckiest step in my entire professional career
    was Maureen’s joining IHI in 1995. She made into the
    organization it has become.  She is the best colleague I have ever
    had – bar none.  Now, I know that that was the second luckiest
    step.  The new luckiest step was Maureen’s willingness to
    become IHI’s President and CEO.  Thanks to her, I can see after
    this time away, IHI has soared to entirely new heights with
    stronger patient voice, wider global reach, an Open School that 2
    now includes 74,000 students, and a whole new level of presence
    and gravitas in the global health care scene.  Maureen, you are a
    treasure – a global treasure, and it is an honor to have you as our
    leader.
    It is good to be back.  For me, the past 16 months have been
    quite an expedition; I feel like Marco Polo.  Never having
    expected it, I journeyed into the world of national policy and
    politics at the most tumultuous time for both modern American
    health care and the modern global economy.  To keep things in
    perspective, I also watched grandson #1 – Nathaniel – grow to 2
    ½ years old, and we welcomed grandson #2 – Caleb – into the
    world 8 weeks ago.
    The time at CMS has been a privilege.  I got the chance to work
    with thousands of career public servants, and to learn how much
    these people do for us all, unsung and too often unappreciated.
    These are the people who translate laws into regulations and
    regulations into deeds.  In CMS these are the people who keep
    the lights on  – they see that providers get paid, they protect the
    public trust, they help the most vulnerable people in America, and
    make sure that they get the care they need.
    And,  I got the chance to help pilot toward harbor the most
    important health care policy of our time – the Affordable Care Act.  3
    A majestic law.  I learned that a law is only a framework; it’s like
    an architect’s sketch.  If it’s going to help anyone, it has to be
    transformed into the specifications that regulations and guidance
    documents.  Only then can become real programs with real
    resources that reach real people. On my expedition, that, mostly,
    was what I was doing.
    I would have loved to keep at that job longer.  But, as you know,
    the politics of Washington, and especially the politics of the United
    States Senate, said, “No.” But, overall, I don’t feel an ounce of
    regret. What I feel is grateful for the chance I had to serve, and for
    the generous support I felt, including from so many of you.
    I want this afternoon to share with you a little of what I learned on
    the expedition; and what I think it means for you – for all of us.
    It’s a sort of good-news-bad-news situation.  The good news: the
    possibility of change has never been greater – not in my lifetime.
    The bad news: if it’s going to be the right change, the burden is
    yours.
    When I first got the job, my brother, Bob, a retired middle school
    science teacher and a very wise man, gave me a sign to put on
    my desk.  It read, “How will it help the patient?”  It was there from
    the minute  I arrived until the minute I left.  Maureen gave me the
    same sort of advice just before I left IHI.  I asked her how I could 4
    succeed at CMS, and she said, “That’s easy; just mention a
    patient five times a day.”
    Bob’s advice and Maureen’s was the best I got – hands down –
    from anyone else anywhere else.  Remember the patient.
    As it turns out, that’s not easy in an office just a few hundred
    yards from the US Capitol Building – less than a mile from the
    White House.  Every morning at breakfast, the stewards of
    national policy and politics rush to scan the Washington Post and
    Politico and to wolf down the day’s Capitol Hill newsletters and
    blogs.  What they are finding out is what each other says.  Which
    Senator has raised an eyebrow? Which lobbyist has cried foul?
    Which Committee is launching which outraged  inquiry into which
    shocking development.  In Washington, a day without a shocking
    development is hardly worth getting up for. And, of course, who is
    ahead? Always, who is ahead?  My son, Dan, when he first knew
    I was going to Washington, and who had lived there, said to me:
    “Just remember, Dad, Washington is a city where everyone is
    trying to get into a room they aren’t yet in.”
    In that self-absorbed culture, the question, “How does it help the
    patient?” isn’t always the first one asked.  In fact, it can seem
    naïve – not on point.  And yet, I learned that, in Washington, DC,
    just like here, it is exactly the right question. The best public policy 5
    and the best public management answer it.  This is only Harvey
    Picker’s idea reframed – from patient-centered care to patientcentered policy.
    And that leads me to a second big lesson.  I can best explain it to
    you by describing a visit I made in the fall of 2011 to a small rural
    hospital – Lower Umpqua Hospital in Reedsport, Oregon. I was
    on a so-called “Rural Road Trip” visiting rural hospitals to learn
    from them.
    At a meeting there, one of the doctors spoke up – Dr. Robert Law
    – and he captivated me.  Dr. Law, I learned, was the Oregon
    Academy of Family Practice’s “Family Physician of the Year” in
    1999.  And two sentences into his remarks at the meeting, I could
    see why.  He spoke from his heart. He said how deeply he cared
    about his community, his patients, and his professionalism.  He
    told why he felt lucky to be serving, and how willing he was to try
    out new ways to meet needs, even while resources get tighter.
    He said how offended he was by waste in the health care system
    – even in Reedsport – and how hard he wanted to work to make
    sure that every single thing done to, for, and with patients and
    families would actually help them – on their terms, not his.  And –
    most importantly – he asked for help – for a context of policy,
    payment, and information that, simply put, would help him get his 6
    work done with pride and joy. “If things don’t change soon,” he
    told me last week, “I am not sure how we can keep going.”
    Cynicism grips Washington.  It grips Washington far too much…
    far too much for a place that could instead remind us continually
    of the  grandeur  of democracy.  I vividly remember my first trip
    ever to Washington, DC.  I was twelve years old, and friends took
    me to the Lincoln Memorial just after sunset.  I looked from the
    statue of Abraham Lincoln, past the Reflecting Pool and the
    Washington Monument, to the glowing Capitol Building in the
    distance – the same Capitol that I saw outside my office window
    every day for the past 16 months.  And, twelve years old, I cried in
    awe and admiration for – what shall I call it? – majesty.
    Two weeks ago,  Congress’s approval rating fell to an all-time
    low:  9%.
    How did that happen?  It happens when the cynics are winning.
    In a city where everyone wishes to be in a room they are not yet
    in, it is easy to see everyone as on the make, everyone
    maneuvering, everyone with elbows sharpened. It becomes too
    easy to lose hope and confidence, and to forget what can be
    noble in human nature.
    When the lens through which one sees the world magnifies
    combat, dissembling, and greed, then trust decays and those who 7
    deserve to be trusted feel bad – misunderstood, confused, and
    impeded in their good works.
    Dr. Robert Law is not cynical, and he is not on the make.  He is
    dedicated to a life of service to a community he loves, and in
    which he raised his own three children – Alison, Brian, and
    Duncan.  The job of public servants is to serve him so that he can
    better serve others.  He  needs help, resources, encouragement,
    voice, and respect.  His promise – what he can offer our nation –
    has nothing to do with preventing fraud, holding his feet to the fire,
    or audits, and it has little to do with payment for performance,
    public measurement, incentives, or accountability.  He is a good
    person who needs dignified assistance to do good work… and he
    is legion.  He can be the future. He, in fact, can and will rescue
    us, if we will help him help us.
    If lesson one for me is, “Remember the patient,” then lesson two
    is this: “Help those who help others.”  Those thoughts – not the
    negativity – guided my in DC, and they made my time there
    meaningful.
    They are reminders of what is truly important; not the noise, but
    simply this: to help the people who need our help the most.
    Inscribed on the wall of the great hall at the entrance to the
    Hubert Humphrey Building, the HHS Headquarters in Washington 8
    where my office was, is a quotation from Senator Humphrey at
    the building’s dedication ceremony on November 4, 1977.  It says:
    “The moral test of government is how it treats those who are in
    the dawn of life, the children; those who are in the twilight of life,
    the aged; and those in the shadows of life, the sick, the needy
    and the handicapped.”
    I believe that.  Indeed, I think that Senator Humphrey described
    the moral test, not just of government, but of a nation.  This is a
    time of great strain in America; uncertainty abounds.  With
    uncertainty comes fear, and with fear comes withdrawal.  We can
    climb into our bunkers, each separately, and bar the door.  But,
    remember, millions of Americans don’t have a bunker to climb into
    – they have no place to hide.  For many of them, indeed, the crisis
    of economic security that we all dread now is no crisis at all – it is
    their status quo.  The Great Recession is just their normal life.
    The rate of poverty in this country is rising. Over 100 million
    Americans – nearly one in every three of us – is in poverty or
    near-poverty today – 17 million of them children. I will tell you –
    state by state, community-by-community, and in the halls of
    Washington, itself – the security of the poor – their ability to find
    the health care they need, and the food, and the housing, and the
    jobs, and the schools – all of it, hangs by a thread.  The politics of 9
    poverty have never been power politics in America, for the simple
    reason that the poor don’t vote and the children don’t vote and the
    sickest among us don’t vote.  And, if those who do vote  do not
    assert firmly that Senator Humphrey was right, and if we do not
    insist on a government that passes the moral test – the thread will
    break, and shame on us if it does.
    Cynicism diverts energy from the great moral test.  It toys with
    deception, and deception destroys.  Let me give you an example:
    the outrageous rhetoric about  “death panels” – the claim,
    nonsense, fabricated out of nothing but fear and lies, that some
    plot is afoot to, literally, kill patients under the guise of end-of-life
    care.  That is hogwash.  It is purveyed by cynics; it employs
    deception; and it destroys hope.  It is beyond cruelty to have
    subjected our elders, especially, to groundless fear in the pure
    service of political agendas.
    The truth, of course, is that there are no “death panels” here, and
    there never have been.  The truth is that, as our society has aged
    and as we have learned to care well for the chronically ill, many of
    us face years in the twilight our lives when our health fades and
    our need for help grows and changes.  Luckily, palliative care –
    care that brings comfort, company, and spiritual and emotional
    support to people with advanced illness and their families – has 10
    grown at its best into a fine art and a better science. The principle
    is simple: that we can and should offer people the very best of
    care at all stages of their lives, including the twilight.
    The truth is, furthermore, that patient-centered care demands that
    the ways in which a person is cared for ought always to be under
    his or her control.  The patient is the boss; we are the servants.
    They, not others, should direct their own care, and the doctors,
    nurses, and hospitals should know and honor what the patient
    wants.  Some of us want to be guaranteed that, no matter how
    sick or close to death we are, every single machine, drug, and
    device that could help us live even a moment longer should be
    used; and that is, therefore, exactly what they should have.  And,
    other if us  want not to spend our final days in an intensive care
    unit, attached to machines, but rather, say, to be at home, in our
    own bed surrounded by our loved ones in a familiar place, but still
    receiving world-class treatment for pain and complications; then
    that is, therefore, exactly what they should have.  It is one of the
    great and needless tragedies of this stormy time in health care
    that the “death panel” rhetoric has denied patients the care that
    they want, denied caregivers the information they need to give
    that care, and denied our nation access to a mature, open,
    informed, and balanced discussion of the challenge of advanced
    illness and the commitment to individual dignity.  It is a travesty.11
    If you really want to talk about “death panels,” let’s think about
    what happens if we cut back programs of needed, life-saving care
    for Medicaid beneficiaries and other poor people in America.
    What happens in a nation willing to say a senior citizen of
    marginal income, “I am sorry you cannot afford your medicines,
    but you are on your own?”  What happens if we choose to defund
    our nation’s investments in preventive medicine and community
    health, condemning a generation to avoidable risks and unseen
    toxins?  Maybe a real death panel is a group of people who tell
    health care insurers that is it OK to take insurance away from
    people because they are sick or are at risk for becoming sick.
    Enough of “death panels”! How about all of us – all of us in
    America – becoming a life panel, unwilling to rest easy, in what is
    still the wealthiest nation on earth, while a single person within our
    borders lacks access to the health care they need as a basic
    human right?  Now, that is a conversation worth having.
    And, while we are at it, what about “rationing?”  The distorted and
    demagogic use of that term is another travesty in our public
    debate.  In some way, the whole idea of improvement – the
    whole, wonderful idea that brings us –thousands – together this
    very afternoon – is that rationing – denying care to anyone who
    needs it is not necessary.  That is, it is not necessary  if, and only 12
    if, we work tirelessly and always to improve the way we try to
    meet that need.
    The true rationers are those who impede improvement, who stand
    in the way of change, and who thereby force choices that we can
    avoid through better care.  It boggles my mind that the same
    people who cry “foul” about rationing an instant later argue to
    reduce health care benefits for the needy, to defund crucial
    programs of care and prevention, and to shift thousands of dollars
    of annual costs to people – elders, the poor, the disabled – who
    are least able to bear them.  When the 17 million American
    children who live in poverty cannot get the immunizations and
    blood tests they need, that is rationing. When disabled Americans
    lack the help to keep them out of institutions and in their homes
    and living independently, that is rationing.  When tens of
    thousands of Medicaid beneficiaries are thrown out of coverage,
    and when  millions of Seniors are threatened with the withdrawal
    of preventive care or cannot afford their medications, and when
    every single one of us lives under the sword of Damocles that, if
    we get sick, we lose health insurance, that is rationing.  And it is
    beneath us as a great nation to allow that to happen.
    And that brings me to the opportunity we now have and a duty.   A
    moral duty: to rescue American health care the only way it can be
    rescued – by improving it.  13
    I have never seen, nor had I dared hope to see, an era in
    American health care when that is more possible than this very
    moment.  The signs are everywhere.  In the past two years, major
    hospital systems are asking at last how they can coordinate care.
    Specialty societies are coalescing around plans for more
    evidence-based care, the use of clinical registries, serious
    recertification, and reduction of overuse of unhelpful care. The
    patient safety movement is maturing, with numerous national
    efforts to bring excellence to scale, including the billion-dollar
    Partnership for Patients that we launched in HHS.  Insurers are
    experimenting with much more integrated payment models, of
    which Accountable Care Organizations are only one breed.
    Transparency is, I believe and hope, about to leap forward.
    Patients’ and consumers’ groups are more active and more
    sophisticated, and they are gaining the footholds they need in
    governance.  Employer groups and labor unions are uniting in
    their demands.  And states are on the move – states like Oregon,
    Arkansas, and Massachusetts – where courageous and visionary
    governors – like John Kitzhaber, Mike Beebe, and Deval Patrick –
    are catalyzing transformation.
    And, though no sane person would have wished on us the most
    serious economic crisis since the Great Depression, the global
    downturn has added tons to the pressure for change.  We are 14
    headed for a cliff, and we need to change course.  And that
    means health care needs to change course.
    To be clear, we have not changed course yet.  Not enough.  Not
    hardly.  All the unfreezing has not yet moved health care into its
    new and needed state.  In truth, we have only been getting ready.
    The Affordable Care Act helps, but, a law is not change – it set
    the table for change.  A Constitutional provision for a free press
    does nothing until a press turns somewhere.  And a law that
    provides support  for seamless, coordinated care has done
    nothing until some person who needs it gets it.
    This is the threshold we have now come to, but not yet crossed:
    the threshold from the care we have to the care we need.
    We can do this… we who give care.  And nobody else can.  The
    buck has stopped.  The Federal framework is set by the
    Affordable Care Act and important prior laws, such as the
    HITECH Act, and, quite frankly, we can’t expect any bold statutory
    movement with a divided Congress within the next year or more.
    The buck has stopped; it has stopped with you.
    Now comes the choice.  To change, or not to change.
    It is not possible to claim that we do not know what to do.  We
    have the templates. 15
    If you doubt it, visit the brilliant Nuka care system at Southcentral
    Foundation in Anchorage, which just won the Baldrige Award.  I
    visited in October.  Thoroughly integrated teams of caregivers –
    physicians, advanced practice nurses, behavioral health
    specialists, nutritionists, and more – occupying open physical
    pods in line-of-sight contact with each other all day long, weaving
    a net of help and partnership with Alaska Native patients and
    families.  The results: 60% fewer Emergency and Urgent Care
    Visits, 50% fewer hospitalizations, and 40% less use of
    specialists, along with staff turnover 1/5
    th
    as frequent as before
    the new care.
    If you doubt that we know what to do, visit Denver Health or
    ThedaCare or Virginia Mason, and see the Toyota principles of
    lean production learned, mastered, adapted, and deployed
    through entire systems and into the skills and psyches of entire
    workforces.  The result, over $100 million in savings at Denver
    Health while vastly improving the experience and outcomes of
    patients.
    If you doubt that we know what to do, contact George Halvorson
    at Kaiser Permanente and ask him how they have reduced sepsis
    mortality – sepsis is the cause of death in 24% of seniors who die
    in California hospitals.  Kaiser-Permanente has driven down
    sepsis mortality by nearly half – to 11% in less than three years.16
    Let me put it simply: in this room, with the successes already in
    hand among you here, you collectively have enough knowledge to
    rescue American health care – hands down.  Better care, better
    health, and lower cost through improvement right here. In this
    room.
    The only question left is: Will you do it?
    When we entered the world of health care improvement as our
    life’s work, we didn’t ask for the burden we now bear.  We did not
    ask to be responsible for rescuing health care.
    But, here we are, and, as intimidating as the fact may be, that
    burden is ours.  Our nation is at a crossroad.  The care we have
    simply cannot be sustained.  It will not work for health care to
    chew ever more deeply into our common purse.  If it does, our
    schools will fail, our roads will fail, our competitiveness will fail.
    Wages will continue to lag, and, paradoxically, so will our health.
    The choice is stark: chop or improve.  If we permit chopping, I
    assure you that the chopping block will get very full – first with
    cuts to the most voiceless and poorest us, but, soon after, to more
    and more of us.  Fewer health insurance benefits, declining
    access, more out-of-pocket burdens, and growing delays.   If we
    don’t improve, the cynics win.17
    That’s what passes the buck to us.  If improvement is the plan,
    than we own the plan.  Government can’t do it.  Payers can’t do it.
    Regulators can’t do it.  Only the people who give the care can
    improve the care.
    What’s the strategy?  Let me show you one.  I owe much of this to
    my friend and colleague, Andy Hackbarth, who has been
    collaborating with Joe McCannon, others, and me for much of the
    year to develop a set of lenses clear enough to let us see the
    pathway to success.
    We began with work far from health care – the work of a
    Princeton economist and environmental expert named Robert
    Socolow.  Professor Socolow published an important article in
    2004 in Science magazine, trying to answer a very important
    question:  “What is the way to slow the rate of atmospheric carbon
    production enough to avert catastrophic carbon levels in the
    future.”
    Here is his answer: “There is no way.”  That is, there is no single
    way to do it.  Automobile emission control can’t do it.  Solar power
    can’t do it.  Conservation can’t do it.  The only way we can do it is
    to do, not one thing, but everything.  When I read Socolow’s
    article, I thought instantly of Göran Henrik’s answer to me when I
    asked him a few years ago how Jönköping County in Sweden 18
    was achieving such pace-setting results in total health system
    performance.  Göran said, “Here’s the secret:  We do everything.”
    “Do everything” – that’s Socolow’s answer to the global warming
    problem.  Luckily, nothing more than everything is necessary,
    and, unluckily, nothing less than everything is sufficient.  Socolow
    diagrammed “everything” as what he called, “wedges.”  In his
    chart, the lower line is the line of “sustainability.”  It shows the
    highest levels of atmospheric carbon that do not lead to runaway
    warming.  It’s the goal. The top line is the “business as usual” line;
    it shows how fast carbon levels rise if we stay on the current
    course.
    The “wedges” – Socolow proposes 15 of them – 15 changes that
    affect carbon output – fill what Socolow calls the “sustainability
    triangle.” The “wedges” framework looks a lot like a strategic plan,
    or at least a system of strategic goals, whose cumulative effect –
    all together – is a sustainable level of carbon, so that we don’t
    cook Planet Earth.
    Solving the health care crisis has wedges, too.  We don’t have as
    crystal clear a target – a sustainability level that works for total US
    health care spend – but for sure our business-as-usual line isn’t it.
    Pay on that line over time, and schools suffer, roads suffer, 19
    museums suffer, and private consumption suffers because, as
    Tom Nolan said years ago, “It’s our money.”  It is all wages.
    Now, I probably owe you an apology for talking about costs.  I
    know that, among the important dimensions of quality – safety,
    effectiveness, patient-centered care, timeliness, efficiency, and
    equity – I am not sure any of us would have chosen “efficiency” –
    the reduction of waste – as our favorite.  It’s not my favorite.
    Nonetheless, it is the quality dimension of our time.  I would go so
    far as to say that, for the next three to five years at least, the
    credibility and leverage of the quality movement will rise or fall on
    its success in reducing the cost of health care – and, harder,
    returning that money to other uses – while improving patient
    experience.  “Value” improvement won’t be enough.  It will take
    cost reduction to capture the flag.  Otherwise, “cutting” wins.
    But, I am not going to apologize.  That’s because if you are a
    student of lean thinking or quality, itself – if you have taken the
    time to study the work of Noriaki Kano, or Jim Womack, or Taichi
    Ohno, or Dr.Deming, you know that great leverage in cost
    reduction comes directly – powerfully – exactly  from focusing on
    meeting the needs of the person you serve.  “Waste” is actually
    just a word that means, “Not helpful.”   So, that initial wave of
    reaction – “Who wants to work on efficiency” – is actually off the 20
    mark.  In very large measure, improving care and reducing waste
    are one and the same thing.
    How much cost reduction?  Well, If we look to Europe for ideas,
    then a target of, say, 12% of our GDP, far below our current 17%
    would look plausible.  If you want to stay at home for signals, find
    the lowest cost quartile of American health can economies –
    hospital referral regions or HRRs – and we’d be somewhere in the
    neighborhood of 15% of GDP.  Or, maybe that looks tough, and
    you’d be more comfortable if health care began to behave just as
    well as, but no better than, the rest of the economy – that is, rising
    in synch with the GDP, itself, and just staying where it is – 17% or
    so.
    The point is, with costs rising a great deal faster than that, no
    matter what your goal is, you’ve got a sustainability triangle to fill
    – the growing, cumulative difference between unsustainable
    “business as usual” costs and the sustainable ones.
    The social imperative for reducing health care cost is enormous.
    And, to meet that enormous need,  I suggest, just as with the
    environmental triangle, for the health care cost triangle, nothing
    works.  Only everything works.  It’s all or none, or we head
    straight on and over the cliff.21
    Andy Hackbarth and I took a stab at defining the “wedges” for
    health care costs.  These are the names of the forms of waste
    whose removal from the system both helps patients thrive and
    reduces the cost of care.
    We found six wedges, for starters, and we estimated their size.
    Overtreatment – the waste that comes from subjecting people to
    care that cannot possibly help them – care rooted in outmoded
    habits,  supply-driven behaviors, and ignoring science.
    Failures of Coordination- the waste that comes when people –
    especially people with chronic illness – fall through the slats.
    They get lost, forgotten, confused.  The result: complications,
    decays in functional status, hospital readmissions, and
    dependency.
    Failures of Reliability – the waste that comes with poor execution
    of what we know to do.  The result: safety hazards and worse
    outcomes.
    Administrative Complexity – the waste that comes when we
    create our own rules that force people to do things that make no
    sense – that converts valuable nursing time into meaningless
    charting rituals or limited physician time into nonsensical and
    complex billing procedures.22
    Pricing Failures – the waste that comes as prices migrate far from
    the actual costs of production plus fair profits.
    Fraud and Abuse – the waste that comes as thieves steal what is
    not theirs, and also from the blunt procedures of inspection and
    regulation that infect everyone because of the misbehaviors of a
    very few.
    We have estimated how big this waste is – from both the
    perspective of the Federal payers – Medicare and Medicaid – and
    for all payers.  Research and analytic literature contain a very
    wide range of estimates, but, at the median, the total annual level
    of waste in just these six categories (and I am sure there are
    more) exceeds $1 trillion every year – perhaps a third of our total
    cost of production.
    This is our task… our unwelcome task – if we are to help save
    health care from the cliff.  To reduce costs, by reducing waste, at
    scale, everywhere, now.
    I recommend five principles to guide that investment:
    1. Put the patient first.  Every single deed – every single
    change – should protect, preserve, and enhance the wellbeing of the people who need us.  That way – and only that
    way – we will know waste when we see it.23
    2. Among patients, put the poor and disadvantaged first –
    those in the beginning, the end, and the shadows of life.  Let
    us meet the moral test.
    3. Start at scale.  There is no more time left for timidity.  Pilots
    will not suffice.  The time has come, to use Göran Henrik’s
    scary phase, to do everything.  In basketball, they call it
    “flooding the zone.”  It’s time to flood the Triple Aim zone.
    4. Return the money.  This is the hardest principle of them all.
    Success will not be in our hands unless and until the parties
    burdened by health care costs feel that burden to be lighter.
    It is crucial that the employers and wage-earners and unions
    and states and taxpayers – those who actually pay the
    health care bill – see that bill fall.
    5. Act locally.  The moment has arrived for every state,
    community, organization, and profession to act.  We need
    mobilization – nothing less.
    One evening shortly before I left Washington, I visited the Lincoln
    Memorial again – standing at the same spot that I had stood at as 24
    a twelve-year-old boy 53 years ago.  The majesty was still there –
    the visage of Lincoln, the reach of the Washington Monument, the
    glow of the Capitol Dome.  It was still unbearably beautiful.  Still
    majestic.
    But, there was one change. Chiseled in the very stone where I
    was standing is now the name of Dr. Martin Luther King and the
    date – August 28, 1963, when he gave his immortal “I have a
    dream…” speech.
    When I first stood at that spot, the Montgomery Bus Boycott was
    only three years in the past, and Dr. King’s speech lay five years
    in the future.  Rachel Carson’s book, “Silent Spring,” was four
    years in the future.  And it would be six years before the phrase,
    “Women’s Liberation,” would first be used in America.
    I thought, standing there, of something I once heard Dr. Joseph
    Juran say:  “The pace of change is majestic.”  And I mused about
    that majesty, and its nature.
    It occurred to me that the true majesty lay not just in the words –
    not just in the call – but also in the long and innumerable
    connections between the ideas that stir us – the dreams – and the
    millions and millions of tiny, local actions that are the change, at
    last.  A dream of civil rights becomes real only when one black
    child and one white child take one cooling drink from the same25
    water  fountain or use the same bathroom or dine together before
    the movie they enjoy together.  An environmental movement
    becomes real only when one family places one recycle bin under
    one sink or turns off one unneeded light out of respect for an
    unborn generation.  Women’s rights are not real until one
    woman’s pay check stub reads the same as one man’s, and until
    my daughter really can be anything she wants to be. The majesty
    is in the words, but the angel is in the details.
    And that is where you come in. Here is the lesson I bring you from
    16 months in Washington, DC.  Your time has come.  You are on
    the cusp of history – you, not Washington, are the bridge between
    the dream and the reality – or else there will be no bridge.  Our
    quest – for health care that is just, safe, infinitely humane, and
    that takes only its fair share of our wealth – our quest may not be
    as magnificent as the quest for human rights or for a sustainable
    earth, but it is immensely worthy.  You stand, though you did not
    choose it, at the crossroads of momentous change – at the
    threshold of majesty.  And – frightened, fortunate, or both – you
    now have a chance to make what is possible real.

    Dr. Donald Berwick

    It is good to be back.  For me, the past 16 months have been quite an expedition; I feel like Marco Polo.  Never having expected it, I journeyed into the world of national policy and politics at the most tumultuous time for both modern American health care and the modern global economy.  To keep things in perspective, I also watched grandson #1 – Nathaniel — grow to 2 ½ years old, and we welcomed grandson #2 — Caleb — into the world 8 weeks ago.

    The time at CMS has been a privilege.  I got the chance to work with thousands of career public servants, and to learn how much these people do for us all, unsung and too often unappreciated.  These are the people who translate laws into regulations and regulations into deeds.  In CMS these are the people who keep the lights on  — they see that providers get paid, they protect the public trust, they help the most vulnerable people in America, and make sure that they get the care they need.

    And,  I got the chance to help pilot toward harbor the most important health care policy of our time — the Affordable Care Act.  A majestic law.  I learned that a law is only a framework; it’s like an architect’s sketch.  If it’s going to help anyone, it has to be transformed into the specifications that regulations and guidance documents.  Only then can become real programs with real resources that reach real people. On my expedition, that, mostly, was what I was doing.

    I would have loved to keep at that job longer.  But, as you know,the politics of Washington, and especially the politics of the United States Senate, said, “No.” But, overall, I don’t feel an ounce of regret. What I feel is grateful for the chance I had to serve, and for the generous support I felt, including from so many of you.I want this afternoon to share with you a little of what I learned on the expedition; and what I think it means for you – for all of us.  It’s a sort of good-news-bad-news situation.  The good news: the possibility of change has never been greater — not in my lifetime.  The bad news: if it’s going to be the right change, the burden is yours.

    When I first got the job, my brother, Bob, a retired middle school science teacher and a very wise man, gave me a sign to put on my desk.  It read, “How will it help the patient?”  It was there from the minute  I arrived until the minute I left.  Maureen gave me the same sort of advice just before I left IHI.  I asked her how I could succeed at CMS, and she said, “That’s easy; just mention a patient five times a day.”

    Bob’s advice and Maureen’s was the best I got — hands down — from anyone else anywhere else.  Remember the patient.

    As it turns out, that’s not easy in an office just a few hundred yards from the US Capitol Building — less than a mile from the White House.  Every morning at breakfast, the stewards of national policy and politics rush to scan the Washington Post and Politico and to wolf down the day’s Capitol Hill newsletters and blogs.  What they are finding out is what each other says.  Which Senator has raised an eyebrow? Which lobbyist has cried foul? Which Committee is launching which outraged  inquiry into which shocking development.  In Washington, a day without a shocking development is hardly worth getting up for. And, of course, who is ahead? Always, who is ahead?  My son, Dan, when he first knew I was going to Washington, and who had lived there, said to me: “Just remember, Dad, Washington is a city where everyone is trying to get into a room they aren’t yet in.”

    In that self-absorbed culture, the question, “How does it help the patient?” isn’t always the first one asked.  In fact, it can seem naïve — not on point.  And yet, I learned that, in Washington, DC, just like here, it is exactly the right question. The best public policy and the best public management answer it.  This is only Harvey Picker’s idea reframed — from patient-centered care to patientcentered policy.

    And that leads me to a second big lesson.  I can best explain it to you by describing a visit I made in the fall of 2011 to a small rural hospital — Lower Umpqua Hospital in Reedsport, Oregon. I was on a so-called “Rural Road Trip” visiting rural hospitals to learn from them.

    At a meeting there, one of the doctors spoke up — Dr. Robert Law — and he captivated me.  Dr. Law, I learned, was the Oregon Academy of Family Practice’s “Family Physician of the Year” in 1999.  And two sentences into his remarks at the meeting, I could see why.  He spoke from his heart.

  • The Trek Ahead: From the Ariège Pyrénées to Mongolia

    By Jane Shortall

    The idea of ‘leaving it all behind’, going to live in the sun, giving up the rat race, jumping off the merry go round and living full time in one of the warmer climates of southern France, Spain or Italy is a dream for many people born in the northern European countries. I’ve loved France since I first went there in late teens and the pull has always been strong to go and live there. Compared to the tiny island of Ireland, the country in enormous, with distinct areas, vast differences between them. And everywhere, that marvelous French cuisine.Saint Girons

    In 2002, on a cold, rainy November morning on Ireland’s east coast, as I was about to go to work, my dream became a reality. It began with a curious incident; Larry spoke. It was just after seven and his speaking at this early hour was unheard of. What he said stopped me in my tracks, made me wonder if he was awake, or dreaming, talking in his sleep.

    ‘I’m phoning France today, about that house you loved; the one painted in those wild colors. You said it was perfect, you wanted to stay there. I’m going to buy it.’ That little speech remains one of the most electrifying I have ever heard in my life.

    Later that morning, my office phone rang and Larry, without any preamble, told me he had bought the little house I had fallen in love with, was putting his on the market straight away, casually adding that we could move to France for good the following April. Six weeks earlier, in a part of France neither of us knew, we had been captivated by the Ariège Pyrénées and now, I had a chance to go and live there.

    In a French village perched on a hill, in a house with a higgledy-piggledy layout, bright red tiled roof and enchanting garden. A flight of steps led up to an extra room where an internationally famous artist had worked. A room of one’s own; a writing room, the place I would begin another dream.

    A warm glow enveloped me. My head was full of thoughts; I will never have to work again. Never have to set the alarm clock. Never have to waste time in traffic going to and from the office. No more meeting deadlines, achieving budgets. I will never have to attend another meeting, nor listen to people giving their opinions etc…

    Now, race forward seven years and I, while enjoying it all; the weather, the lunches, the dinners, the endless festivals, had begun to feel like a slug. Yes I had written about life here for various print and web based newspapers and magazines, championing life in the foothills of the Pyrénées. What’s not to like, you may ask? And I cannot say, except to explain that there were days when I wanted deadlines, goals, targets, and even meetings, even if the other person thought me quite mad.

    When two people walk off hand in hand into the sunshine, life can throw up some questions. In our case, one of us appeared to settle into this life with a quiet gusto, and the question ‘will it be tea, coffee or hot chocolate for breakfast’ appeared to be enough. For me, if I live to be 100, this will never be enough.

  • Barely Half of US Adults Are Married — A Record Low

    New Marriages Down 5% from 2009 to 2010

    by D’Vera CohnJeffrey Passel and Wendy Wang

    OVERVIEW

    Barely half of all adults in the United States — a record low — are currently married, and the median age at first marriage has never been higher for brides (26.5 years) and grooms (28.7), according to a new Pew Research Center analysis of US Census data.

    In 1960, 72% of all adults ages 18 and older were married; today just 51% are. If current trends continue, the share of adults who are currently married will drop to below half within a few years. Other adult living arrangements — including cohabitation, single-person households and single parenthood — have all grown more prevalent in recent decades.

    The Pew Research analysis also finds that the number of new marriages in the US declined by 5% between 2009 and 2010, a sharp one-year drop that may or may not be related to the sour economy.

    The United States is by no means the only nation where marriage has been losing “market share” for the past half century. The same trend has taken hold in most other advanced post-industrial societies, and these long-term declines appear to be largely unrelated to the business cycle. The declines have persisted through good economic times and bad.

    In the United States, the declines have occurred among all age groups, but are most dramatic among young adults. Today, just 20% of adults ages 18 to 29 are married, compared with 59% in 1960. Over the course of the past 50 years, the median age at first marriage has risen by about six years for both men and women.

    It is not yet known whether today’s young adults are abandoning marriage or merely delaying it. Even at a time when barely half of the adult population is married, a much higher share — 72% — have been married at least once. However, this “ever married” share is down from 85% in 1960.

    Public attitudes about the institution of marriage are mixed. Nearly four-in-ten Americans say marriage is becoming obsolete, according to a Pew Research survey in 2010.Yet the same survey found that most people who have never married (61%) would like to do so someday.

    It is beyond the scope of this analysis to explain why marriage has declined, except to note that it has declined far less for adults with college educations than among the less educated. Some of the increase in the median age at first marriage over the long term can be explained by the rising share of young adults enrolled in college, who have tended to marry later in life; recently, there are indications that adults who are not college graduates also are marrying later. Fallout from the Great Recession may be a factor in the recent decrease in newlyweds, although the linkage between marriage rates and economic hard times is not entirely clear.

    Divorce is a factor in diminishing the share of adults who are currently married compared with 50 years ago. But divorce rates have leveled off in the past two decades after climbing through the 1960s and 1970s, so divorce plays less of a role than it used to.

    What is clear is that a similar delay and decline of marriage is occurring in other developed nations, especially those in Europe, and in some cases in less developed nations. According to a recent United Nations report that analyzed marriage trends in the context of their impact on fertility, female age at first marriage rose from the 1970s to the 2000s in 75 of 77 countries included in its analysis. The increase was most marked in developed nations — and especially notable in those countries because the age at first marriage had been declining until the 1970s.

    On another measure, the share of women ever married by ages 45-49, there were declines in all developed nations between the 1990s and the 2000s. According to the UN report, this was “due in part to an increasing acceptance of consensual [cohabiting] unions as a replacement for marital unions.”

    Terminology

    “Currently married” includes married adults ages 18 and older with spouse present or absent but not separated.

  • The Dickens 200th Birthday Celebration in 2012

    Dickens Dream

    Dickens’ Dream was painted by Robert William Buss

    “On hearing of Dickens’ death in June 1870, Buss was moved to attempt a large watercolour Dickens’s Dream, which portrayed the dozing author seated in his Gad’s Hill Place study surrounded by many of the characters he had created. The desk, chair and background of the painting were closely based on The Empty Chair, an engraving made at Gads Hill Place in 1870, shortly after Dickens’ death, by Samuel Luke Fildes. The painting was Buss’s last attempt to illustrate Dickens’ characters, and he modestly reproduced the images of the artists who had succeeded him. However, before he could finish it Buss died at his home. Today the painting is exhibited at the Charles Dickens’ Museum.” From Wikipedia.

    Dickens House Museum

    After the requisite high school assignment of Tale of Two Cities we postponed further reading of the novels. A quarter of a century ago, we began once again in earnest dedication, and have finished the works. The 200th anniversary of his birth will be celebrated worldwide in 2012.

    And now, we’ve been made aware of the Dickens’ Project in Santa Cruz, California:

    The Project creates opportunities for collaborative research on Dickens and the Victorian age, and disseminates research findings through annual conferences, institutes, and publications. It supports the professional development of graduate students and produces curricular material for teaching Victorian literature at both secondary and post-secondary levels.

    The Dickens Universe

    Held every year at the beginning of August on the beautiful UC Santa Cruz campus, the Dickens Universe brings together scholars, graduate students, high school teachers, and members of the general public for a week of study and Dickensian conviviality. The program includes formal lectures by internationally distinguished scholars, seminars, small discussion groups, films, performances, exhibits, and a variety of informal social activities. Regularly attended by more than 200 participants of different ages and backgrounds, the Universe provides a relaxed and supportive environment in which to pursue serious intellectual inquiry.

    Each summer, the Universe program focuses on a different Dickens novel and on a related theme. Previous gatherings have featured such topics as “Dickens and America” (in conjunction with Martin Chuzzlewit), “Dickens and Women” (in conjunction with Dombey and Son), “Dickens and the Law” (in conjunction with Bleak House), and “Dickens and Victorian Publishing” (in conjunction with The Pickwick Papers). Papers presented at the Dickens Universe are published regularly in Dickens Studies Annual: Essays on Victorian Fiction.

    Dates for the 2012 Dickens Universe, featuring Bleak House are Sunday July 29 to Saturday August 4.

    The Dickens Universe is available as a regular UCSC Summer Session course for 5 undergraduate units in Literature, transferable to UC. Students interested in these units must register with Summer Session. The program is also offered through Road Scholar (formerly Elderhostel), although not eligible for credit. For more details please contact the Dickens Project.

    Several years ago, we visited the Dickens House Museum at 48 Doughty Street, London and were frankly disappointed by the condition of the house at that time. We’ve learned from the museum’s website that the house has been renovated and re-opened on November 7th, 2011. “Great Expectations, a £3.1m project to restore, redevelop and improve the Charles Dickens Museum has expanded and redisplayed rooms, returning them to their traditional Victorian-era appearance.”

    The Dickens Fellowship provides listings of Dickens-related societies and websites providing a variety of interests for Dickens readers and travelers.Mr. Pickwick Addresses the Club from NYPL

    The New York Public Library features an etching of Mr. Pickwick Addresses the Club. In addition, the Library features: The Henry W. and Albert A. Berg Collection of English and American Literature original collection which was confined primarily to Charles Dickens and William Makepeace Thackeray, with selected highlights of English literature, numbered 3,500 items. It has grown through acquisitions and gifts to include some 35,000 printed items and 115,000 manuscripts, covering the entire range of English and American literature.

    Read Val Castronovo’s article on New York City’s Morgan Libray exhibit at SeniorWomen.com. Just recently, the Museum of London opened a new exhibit on the author:

    *This image is in the public domain due to its age. (Original text: http://www.dickensmuseum.com/vtour/firstfloor Dickens’ Dream.” Painted 1875. Donated by the artist’s grandson – 1931.”)

  • Shop at the Supreme Court

    The newly-released Supreme Court cookbook in honor of Martin Ginsburg, the late spouse of Justice Ruth Ginsburg, led us to the Supreme Court Historical Society site:

    Chef Supreme offers 126 pages of recipes, color photos and tributes. NPR offers a background for the book’s inspiration by Justice Ginsburg’s husband and law professor, complete with a recipe for frozen lime souffle: “By night, he was one of the nation’s most innovative and accomplished amateur chefs.”Chef Supreme

    Roman & Littlefield announces Courtwatchers: Eyewitness Accounts in Supreme Court History by Clare Cushman which provides a behind-the-scenes look at the people, practices and tradtions that have shaped an American institution.

    Women’s accessories include focus on jewelry and a “We The People” scarf. The handsome unisex watch is silver with a black leather band and features the Scales of Justice on the face topped with the word Justice. Pewter items include candle holders, a footed Revere bowl, stamp holder and jewelry boxes.jewelry

    The games category features Lawsuit! and US Govt J-I-N-G-O which is played just like B-I-N-G-O, but pictures replace the numbers on the players card, and historical trivia are on the cue cards. Your choice of ‘Our Nations Capital’ or ‘I Love America’. It can be played by for all ages,  2-30 players.

    *Supreme Court Historical Society was incorporated in 1974 for the purpose of expanding public awareness of the history and heritage of the Supreme Court of the United States.

  • The 25-Year Check-Up; Confessions of a Chronic Worrier

    by Julia Snedena park

    The day I hit 75, a friend said to me: “Have you performed the quarter-century assessment yet?” It seems that when her grandmother turned 75, she sat down and wrote what she called a quarter-century checkup, i.e. what she was like at 25, 50, and 75, and how she had changed.

    The idea of leaving a written assessment for future generations struck me as being a bit over-the-top, and reminded me of my grandmother’s description of one of her young nephews: “Well, he’s a  bright boy, but a bit too fond of the first person singular.”

    On the other hand, it occurs to me how useful it might have been had my darling grandmothers left me some idea of how the heck to deal with growing old. They both made it to 98, and while I doubt I’ll live that long, it might be instructive to learn how they retained positive attitudes, as they did despite the loss of loved ones, never mind the physical miseries of ageing.

    I’m pretty much of an in-the-moment person, but perhaps, I thought, it’s time to consider calmly where I’ve been, how I’ve changed, where I’m headed.

    Herewith, a list of quarter-century discoveries: The biggest surprise, for me, is how little some things have changed. The one that really stands out, alas, is a tendency to worry.

    Of course, I don’t remember the start-date, i.e. my birth and first year. From pictures, I see that I was a chubby little blonde with fine, wispy hair. From my baby book, I discover that I was an early and endless talker. Those things still pertain, although I control endless babble better these days: the years of suffering from foot-in-mouth disease were instructive.

    25 (a very smug Ms. Know-It-All discovers she doesn’t)

    I had a great job with a great boss, but I was thrilled when I discovered that I was pregnant.  I had some worries about my marriage and my finances, but figured I could deal with them. I turned out to be right about both worries and dealing, but they shook my confidence mightily.

    My firstborn thrived despite his inexperienced mom, and brought me nothing but joy. Well, make that joy and more worry, and circles under the eyes. My aforementioned great job meant I lived several hundred miles from other family members who might have helped out. The baby was hungry every 2 ½ hours, and he didn’t know that weekends are for sleeping late. He and I survived, mainly because he was a swift learner, and quick to forgive.

    During the next 12 years, I was at home, a full-time mom to three sons. I learned what real worry is, i.e. something endemic to a mother of three limit-pushing boys. Over the years, the Emergency room doctors who could stitch up cuts or set broken bones came to know us well.

    By the time I went back to paying work in my late 30’s, I was living in another part of the country, and starting a new career as a teacher. Except for motherhood and having once been a student myself, nothing had prepared me for teaching. My first jobs had involved editorial work, with long hours and short vacations. Working in a school afforded me the same schedule my children lived by. I decided to start my teaching career with the youngest children, because I figured that kindergarten would be (a) easy and (b) fun. I was totally wrong about the easy part, and there were plenty of times it wasn’t fun (try being thrown up on, or searching for the missing tip of a child’s finger after someone slammed the bathroom door on his hand).

    I loved the children, mostly, and the companionship of my fellow teachers, ditto. From both students and peers, I learned things that no Department of Education could ever have taught me.

    50 (Top of my game, sort of, but still learning)

    By the age of 50, I was a pretty good teacher. I had learned to juggle school and home fairly well. I was still a worrier, especially as my sons grew beyond the reach of my eagle eye (and occasionally even of the telephone), but now I also worried about my parents and stepmother. My stepfather had died a few years earlier, and now my mother’s health was beginning to fail. My father and stepmother were also having serious health problems, 2500 miles away from me. It was a strange period of learning to let my sons go with as much grace as I could muster, and at the same time finding a way to ease back into my parents’ lives without seeming too bossy.

  • Living on the Edge in Brooklyn, New York

    Sol and Marilyn Weltman never thought of themselves as poor. And statistically speaking, they are not. But that doesn’t mean that things aren’t tight, as they are for all those aging Americans who, while not technically below the poverty line, live lives in which income never quite keeps up with costs.Marilyn and Sol Weltman

    Call them the “new poor.”

    “All your life you’ve lived in the middle class, and suddenly you find you’re in the poor class,” Marilyn says.

    In November, the US Census Bureau unveiled an additional way to measure poverty in America. The “supplemental poverty measure” attempts to address shortcomings in the way poverty has been calculated since 1965. Its goals include reflecting the effects of government policies, adjusting for increased standards of living over the years, and taking into account medical costs across different population segments.

    Read the rest of the story in The Brooklyn Ink, written by Emily Judem, with additional reporting by Olivia B. Waxman

    and Poor? Not Me, Say Low-Income Elderly in Red Hook and Sheepshead Bay written by Olivia B. Waxman

  • Twitter and The Campaign Examined by Pew

    December 8, 2011twitter mobile

    How the discussion on Twitter varies from blogs and news coverage and Ron Paul’s twitter triumph

    A detailed examination of more than 20 million Tweets about the race for president finds that the political discussion on Twitter is measurably different than the one found in the blogosphere — more voluminous, more fluid and even less neutral.

    But both forms of social media differ markedly from the political narrative that Americans receive from news coverage, according to a new study by the Pew Research Center’s Project for Excellence in Journalism, which examines campaign coverage and the online conversation from May 2 — November 27.

    One distinguishing factor about the campaign discourse on Twitter is that it is more intensely opinionated, and less neutral, than in both blogs and news. Tweets contain a smaller percentage of statements about candidates that are simply factual in nature without reflecting positively or negatively on a candidate.

    In general, that means the discourse on Twitter about the candidates has also been more negative.

    The political discussion on Twitter has also fluctuated with events more than it has in the blogosphere, where the authors seem to have made up their minds and where the tone about candidates shifts relatively little. On Twitter, the conversation about a candidate sometimes changed markedly from week to week, shifting from positive to negative and vice versa.

    Finally the new study found that the candidate conversation on Twitter is tremendously active — indeed the number of statements about candidates on Twitter vastly outnumber those offered in blogs by a factor of more than 9 to 1.

    While it is impossible to know whether the blog sample is capturing the entirety of the political blog conversation, as it is captured on Twitter, it does include all the blogs that enjoy broad traffic and that are tracked by the major blog monitoring services. Data from the Pew Internet & American Life Project shows that a slightly higher percentage of adult internet users say they blog (14%) than use Twitter (13%). And according to the survey, Twitter use is slightly bigger among male internet users than females, most popular among those 18-29 and more widely used by non-white internet users than white ones.

    If the difference in volume between Twitter and blogs is indicative of something about the volume of the discourse in those two universes, it suggests that tweeting — with its trim  140-character format that readily invites the  instantaneous observation — is a more frequent activity than blogging.

  • The Banned Books Advent Calendar

    The Entresse Library in Espoo (see picture right), Finland and FAIFE (IFLA Committee on Freedom of Access to Information and Freedom of Expression) have together created the world’s first Banned Books video calendar. The project has garnered international attention and is considered pioneering in many ways.Entresse Library, Finland

    “Last year, Entresse created a Finnish video calendar of banned books. Due to the high quality of the final product, we decided to take it to an international forum,” says Director Kai Ekholm of the National Library of Finland and the Chair of FAIFE.

    The project’s participants include leading figures in the library world, who introduce their favourite banned books: IFLA President Ingrid Parent presents Image from Amazon
    The Wars by Timothy Findley; Finnish IFLA President-Elect Sinikka Sipilä presents Mika Waltari’s The Egyptian; Kai Ekholm introduces Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and Executive Director Jill Cousins of the Europeana Foundation expounds on James Joyce’s Ulysses. Other books include Art Spiegelman’s Maus, Hitler’s Mein Kampf, Boccaccio’s Decameron and Walt Disney’s Donald Duck.

    “We wanted to show that books have been censored for centuries for daring to defy the Catholic Church with its Index Librorum Prohibitorum, the Puritans, judicial systems and politicians,” Ekholm notes. The purpose of the project is to promote public debate. Viewers can have their say on whether the books were banned for a sensible reason. “Books are still being burned, but the focus now is on online censorship. Sad examples include Turkey and Hungary in Europe and, on the world stage, China, where 450 million online citizens live in a closed intranet without access to Facebook or various Google searches. Perhaps next year’s calendar will focus on banned web pages.”

    Following the tradition of the Advent calendar, each day between December 1st and December 24th a new window will open and a new book will be presented on several sites throughout the world.

    Daily posts available at:

    Twitter hashtag: #bannedbookscalendar

    More information: Panu Somerma, Panu.Somerma@espoo.fi

  • Elizabeth and Her German Garden

    Introduction to the Project Gutenberg Edition in 1998:

    Originally published in 1898, “Elizabeth and her German Garden” is the first book by Marie Annette Beauchamp—known all her life as “Elizabeth”. The book, anonymously published, was an incredible success, going through printing after printing by several publishers over the next few years. (I myself own three separate early editions of this book by different publishers on both sides of the Atlantic.) The present Gutenberg edition was scanned from the illustrated deluxe MacMillan (London) edition of 1900.
    Elizabeth was a cousin of the better-known writer Katherine Mansfield (whose real name was Kathleen Mansfield Beauchamp). Born in Australia, Elizabeth was educated in England. She was reputed to be a fine organist and musician. At a young age, she captured the heart of a German Count, was persuaded to marry him, and went to live in Germany. Over the next years she bore five daughters. After her husband’s death and the decline of the estate, she returned to England. She was a friend to many of high social standing, including people such as H. G. Wells (who considered her one of the finest wits of the day). Some time later she married the brother of Bertrand Russell; which marriage was a failure and ended in divorce. Eventually Elizabeth fled to America at the outbreak of the Second World War, and there died in 1941.
    Elizabeth is best known to modern readers by the name “Elizabeth von Arnim”, author of “The Enchanted April” which was recently made into a successful film by the same title. Another of her books, “Mr. Skeffington” was also once made into a film starring Bette Davis, circa 1940.
    Some of Elizabeth’s work is published in modern editions by Virago and other publishers. Among these are: “Love”, “The Enchanted April”, “Caravaners”, “Christopher and Columbus”, “The Pastor’s Wife”, “Mr. Skeffington”, “The Solitary Summer”, and “Elizabeth’s Adventures in Rugen”. Also published by Virago is her non-autobiography “All the Dogs of My Life”—as the title suggests, it is the story not of her life, but of the lives of the many dogs she owned; though of course it does touch upon her own experiences.
    In the centennial year of this book’s first publication, I hope that its availability through Project Gutenberg will stir some renewed interest in Elizabeth and her delightful work. She is, I would venture, my favorite author; and I hope that soon she will be one of your favorites.
    R. McGowan San Jose, April 11 1998.
    The first page of the book contains two musical phrases, marked in the text below between square brackets [ ].

     

    Originally published in 1898, Image from Amazon
    Elizabeth and Her German Garden by Elizabeth von Arnim is the first book by Marie Annette Beauchamp — known all her life as Elizabeth. The book, anonymously published, was an incredible success, going through printing after printing by several publishers over the next few years. (I myself own three separate early editions of this book by different publishers on both sides of the Atlantic.) The present Gutenberg edition was scanned from the illustrated deluxe MacMillan (London) edition of 1900.

    Elizabeth was a cousin of the better-known writer Katherine Mansfield (whose real name was Kathleen Mansfield Beauchamp). Born in Australia, Elizabeth was educated in England. She was reputed to be a fine organist and musician. At a young age, she captured the heart of a German Count, was persuaded to marry him, and went to live in Germany. Over the next years she bore five daughters. After her husband’s death and the decline of the estate, she returned to England. She was a friend to many of high social standing, including people such as H. G. Wells (who considered her one of the finest wits of the day). Some time later she married the brother of Bertrand Russell; which marriage was a failure and ended in divorce. Eventually Elizabeth fled to America at the outbreak of the Second World War, and there died in 1941.

    Elizabeth is best known to modern readers by the name Elizabeth von Arnim, author of Image from Amazon
    Enchanted April which was recently made into a successful film by the same title. Another of her books, Mr. Skeffington, was also once made into a film starring Bette Davis, circa 1940.

    Some of Elizabeth’s work is published in modern editions by Virago and other publishers. Among these are: Love, The Enchanted April, Caravaners, Christopher and Columbus, The Pastor’s Wife, Mr. Skeffington, The Solitary Summer, and Elizabeth’s Adventures in Rugen. Also published by Virago is her non-autobiography All the Dogs of My Life — as the title suggests, it is the story not of her life, but of the lives of the many dogs she owned; though of course it does touch upon her own experiences.

    In the centennial year of this book’s first publication, I hope that its availability through Project Gutenberg will stir some renewed interest in Elizabeth and her delightful work. She is, I would venture, my favorite author; and I hope that soon she will be one of your favorites.

    R. McGowan San Jose, April 11 1998.
    The first page of the book contains two musical phrases, marked in the text below between square brackets [ ].

     

    ELIZABETH AND HER GERMAN GARDEN

    May 7th.— I love my garden. I am writing in it now in the late afternoon loveliness, much interrupted by the mosquitoes and the temptation to look at all the glories of the new green leaves washed half an hour ago in a cold shower. Two owls are perched near me, and are carrying on a long conversation that I enjoy as much as any warbling of nightingales. The gentleman owl says [[musical notes occur here in the printed text]], and she answers from her tree a little way off, [[musical notes]], beautifully assenting to and completing her lord’s remark, as becomes a properly constructed German she-owl. They say the same thing over and over again so emphatically that I think it must be something nasty about me; but I shall not let myself be frightened away by the sarcasm of owls.

    This is less a garden than a wilderness. No one has lived in the house, much less in the garden, for twenty-five years, and it is such a pretty old place that the people who might have lived here and did not, deliberately preferring the horrors of a flat in a town, must have belonged to that vast number of eyeless and earless persons of whom the world seems chiefly composed. Noseless too, though it does not sound pretty; but the greater part of my spring happiness is due to the scent of the wet earth and young leaves.

    I am always happy (out of doors be it understood, for indoors there are servants and furniture) but in quite different ways, and my spring happiness bears no resemblance to my summer or autumn happiness, though it is not more intense, and there were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy out in my frost-bound garden, in spite of my years and children. But I did it behind a bush, having a due regard for the decencies.