Monday, August 31, 2020

Melville’s Christian logic …

… Ishmael’s Real Name Was Jonah | The Russell Kirk Center. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Perhaps … we ought to take a hint from the increasingly ironic aspect to Olson’s kind of refusal and ask whether Melville’s steadily deepening use of Christian logic might more adequately explain Melville’s development as a writer. For Melville didn’t just lean toward Christian biases. Rather, he cultivated them—first by spying out the importance of sacramentality, second by developing a homemade, “desperado” theology of being that was strong enough to withstand Matthew Arnold’s kind of “Dover Beach” doubt, and, thirdly and most provocatively, by declaring de facto allegiance to Rome.

An admirable steadfastness …

… A forgotten poet of the people | Robert Chandler | The Critic Magazine. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)



Tomorrow, he said, is fixed for death’s birthday party […]
At 0-four hundred hours when the night grows sickly
And the sand slips under your boots like a child’s nightmare,
Clumsy and humped and shrunken inside your clothes
You will shamble up the shore to give him your greeting.



This reminds me of what I was once told by a friend who was a veteran of 25 bombing missions in World War II.

FYI …

… Coronavirus Update XXIX: How Many Really Died? When Will Panic End? – William M. Briggs. (Hat tip, Dave lull.)

The other number of interest is the official coronadoom death total, which as of Sunday night is 167,558. Math is easy: 167,558 * 0.06 = 10,054. Rounded up, to be fair.

The remaining 157,504 died of other things—an average 2.6 other things!—with the presence of coronadoom. Some fraction of these poor people, considering false positives, died of just other things.

Just asking …

… Do You ‘Believe in Science’…or Not? - Public Square Magazine.

 Rather than so often pretending our convictions are the only “scientific” ones—and pointing to someone in a lab coat with letters after their name to justify that (let’s be honest, we’re all doing that)—maybe it’s time to do something else. Recognize what we’re hearing as arguments—including those referring to data. Listening to them all as best we can, and then doing the hard work of deliberating together—openly, and without bitter accusation—to discern for ourselves what is true and right.

Something to think on …

Do not tell them how to do it. Show them how to do it and do not say a word. If you tell them, they will watch your lips move. If you show them, they will want to do it themselves.
— Maria Montessori, born on this date in 1870

Erskine Caldwell

 

One of the stories at the heart of Tobacco Road -- Erskine Caldwell's critical review of the American south -- involves the purchase of a new car. In each chapter, the car is damaged: first the bumper is hit, then the interior ripped, then the brakes shot. This continues until the car is seriously dented, not days after its purchase. The point Caldwell seems to be making is: at least the thing still runs.

Like most other material objects in Tobacco Road, this car -- this is glimmer of hope, of ascension -- is subject to immediate decay: and there is nothing, it seems, to reverse it. 

Tobacco Road is not a subtle book: Caldwell's shows through dialogue; he indicts through characters. The Lester family -- of poor white Georgians -- are equal parts racist and religious. What's more, they are hopeless: there is no sense of growth or progress here; there's not even a sense of impending tragedy. Instead, Caldwell casts a vision of stasis, of lives expired before the action begins.  

The sense I have from a few reviews is that Tobacco Road was seen by some as reductionist, as an unbalanced assault of southern living. To an extent, that is true: Caldwell does not explore racial relations, for instance; nor does he touch on a social system in which having more than ten children is considered acceptable. The result is a book which assumes assumes certain truths -- around race, or education -- but which does not consider theirs contours, their geneses.

One theme which Caldwell does scrutinize, however, is the land, and the faded dream of agricultural subsistence. Jeeter Lester -- the father figure of Tobacco Road -- is ruined in part because of his insistence on cotton production, on working what might rightly be labelled The Land. This dream, Caldwell argues, has passed: Jeeter can find no credit, no mule, and no seed. He searches for it, but is frustrated at every turn. What he encounters, in the end, is not only an economic system set against him: what he confronts are the limits of his own intellectual capabilities.  

I can't remember a book quite like Tobacco Road: a book so insistent, so focused. There's no escaping Caldwell's indictment of the American south. And yet, it's as a result of this insistence that I experienced an element of doubt, of suspicion. This is a heated novel motivated by a singular focus: to lay bare the ruin of rural white populations across the American south. But what is a novel without redemption? If characters do not progress or evolve, there is no prospect of recovery. And without that, a novel is transformed into a portrait, a sketch. That, ultimately, is what Caldwell has constructed: a vision in black and white, a drawing at the end of the day. 

Mindfulness vs. contemplation …

… A Requiem for Attention? | Church Life Journal | University of Notre Dame. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

 Mindfulness aims to achieve mental tranquility; contemplation aims for no less than “union with Reality,” to use Underhill’s phrase. A reduction in mental distractions is a common benefit of contemplative practice, but it is not the goal. In fact, contemplation often demands that the practitioner accepts distractions in prayer, and even grows comfortable with them, rather than trying to eliminate them. The anonymous fourteenth-century author of The Cloud of Unknowing encourages us to live with distractions, as if looking over their shoulder to where “God is hidden in the dark cloud of unknowing.” Aiming only for freedom from distraction—that is, for pure attention—falls short of genuine contemplation, as it tethers success and failure to our own desired outcomes. As such, mindfulness reinforces the self at the center of the spiritual project, whereas the goal of contemplative prayer is the opposite.


The last time I dropped acid — which was more than 45 years ago — the first thought that occurred to me as the drug started to take effect was that I would have to spend the rest if the day dealing with being high. I decided then never to drop acid again. And I never have. I did take some psychedelics after that — mushrooms — but that experience was different. Acid always seemed inorganic. Mushrooms felt more natural. I have found that centering prayer is better than either.

Memorable, amusing, and pungent …

… A Book Review… The Whole Of Catholic Existence | The Wanderer Newspaper. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

“No one becomes a saint by wanting to be one; it happens by loving God.”

More dumbing down …

 O tempora, o mores - gardeners are dropping their Latin! Harry Mount - The Oldie. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
You don’t need to have learnt Latin to learn Latin botanical terms – the excellent RHS Latin for Gardeners, by Lorraine Harrison, explains it all. And what a lot of romance, history and sheer knowledge you kiss goodbye to, when you jettison botanical Latin.
What is wrong with people these days?  God forbid that you expand your knowledge beyond the merely contemporary.

Extraordinary …

…. Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake review - from fungi to questions of identity | Books | The Guardian. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Fungi live in all kinds of organisms, on surfaces, in and below the soil, in the air, in water, in deep ocean floors and inside solid rock. In these places, fungi are not merely present. They are structural. Their interaction with other matter has played an essential role in making the world we inhabit. The symbiotic merging of algae and fungi to form lichens enabled the rootless ancestors of all our plants to emerge from water. Ninety per cent of all plants depend on fungi for minerals. Fungi can eat most rubbish, and even oil spills. We can use them in numerous ways (drugs, cooking, even furniture building). And when we look closely, we meet large, unsettling questions.

Something to think on …

Giving a phenomenon a label does not explain it.
— Taylor Caldwell, who died on this date in 1985

Saturday, August 29, 2020

Haiku …

Awake in the dark
In the middle of the night
Silence embraces.

Kindred spirits …

… The praise singers: poets George Mackay Brown and Gerard Manley Hopkins. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

… for both these extraordinary poets, bleakness and bewilderment yielded, in the end, to bliss. The members of Hopkins’ Dublin community who sat at his deathbed heard him murmur “I am so happy, I am so happy”. George died in the Balfour Hospital in Kirkwall in April 1996. Just before he lost consciousness, he said to the doctor and nurses attending him, “I see hundreds and hundreds of ships sailing out of the harbour.”

Appreciation …

… Anecdotal Evidence: 'A Chance of Becoming a Bit Smarter'. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

At age eighty-three, Epstein remains our most entertaining, wide-ranging, industrious, learned practitioner of both familiar and critical essays. In his hands, the distinction between the two forms is hardly worthy of notice. Like most of the best essayists, he is a utility player, broadly curious and  competent. His interest in books and his fellow humans has never dimmed. Sadly, Epstein, that most congenial of men, has come to look like what Ishmael calls, speaking of the Pequod’s crew, an “isolato.” 

Peculiar fellow …

… Churchgoing | The Hudson Review. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Presumably Powers felt some kinship with these poor, lonely priests of his—who have devoted themselves, however imperfectly, to God, just as he devoted himself to art. The difference was that he himself was a zealot, and of a stubbornly uncompromising sort. We know this from Suitable Accommodations: An Autobiograph­ical Story of Family Life, a 2013 anthology of letters edited by his daughter Katherine A. Powers, recently reissued in paper­back. In an introduction and an afterword, she talks about her father with a mixture of fondness and extreme exasperation. “Growing up in this family is not something I would care to do again,” she says, and the reader comes to feel much the same way.

Something to think on …

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?
— Maurice Maeterlinck, born on this date in 1862

And a rather dogmatic one …

… Scientism: America’s State Religion - The American Mind. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

These developments illustrate the ways in which the practice of science can sometimes be arbitrary, dogmatic, authoritarian, politicized, blinkered, highly fallible, and destructive of other social values—just as Feyerabend warned. That does not entail that COVID-19 is not a serious problem (it is) or that the lockdown was not initially justifiable (it was). But expertise that does not acknowledge its own limitations takes from us as much as it gives, and irrationalism is never more dangerous than when clothed in rationalist drag.

Hmm …

… Agatha Christie - the Nostradamus of the year 2020 - Bookworm Room.

What is being promoted, you must understand, is the growing organization of youth everywhere against their mode of government; against their parental customs, against very often the religions in which they have been brought up. There is the insidious cult of permissiveness, there is the increasing cult of violence. Violence not as a means of gaining money, but violence for the love of violence. That particularly is stressed, and the reasons for it are to the people concerned one of the most important things and of the utmost significance.

Friday, August 28, 2020

Haiku …

On the narrow street
The trees cast shadows upon
The old school’s old bricks

Word of the day …

… Trichromatic | Word Genius.



I guess the one I linked to short while ago was yesterday’s.

Something to think on …

One learns one’s mystery at the price of one’s innocence.
— Robertson Davies, born on this date in 1913

Meet the viruses…

Viruses have big impacts on ecology and evolution as well as human health.

No other biological entities are as ubiquitous, and few as consequential. The number of copies of their genes to be found on Earth is beyond astronomical. There are hundreds of billions of stars in the Milky Way galaxy and a couple of trillion galaxies in the observable universe. The virions in the surface waters of any smallish sea handily outnumber all the stars in all the skies that science could ever speak of.

Something to think on …

I formed a resolution to never write a word I did not want to write; to think only of my own tastes and ideals, without a thought of those of editors or publishers.
— C. S. Forester, born on this date in 1899

More nonsense …

… Travels in the Library: Controversy erupts over changing Twain’s words.



The books are what they are. If you don’t like what they are, don’t read them. It’s your loss.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Blogging note …

Today, for the first time since getting my knee shots — long-delayed because of the lockdown — I took a real walk. Twenty-three blocks. About two miles. All went well. But I am tired and may not blog again until tomorrow.

Good to hear …

… Carlin Romano Will Remain on NBCC Board. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

In a statement to PW following the release of the voting results, Romano said he is "grateful to the authentic NBCC critics who understood that you don’t cancel a fellow critic because you disagree with him. But," he continued, "we plainly have a big problem in the NBCC when so many of our current 'book people' members can’t listen to someone who disagrees with them without thinking: 'Enemy, villain, destroy!' There’s a lot of internal work to do to restore the National Book Critics Circle to being worthy of the third word in its name, and to stop it from being an instrument of one-sided ideological censorship."
Hear, hear.

Quite a poem…

… by quite a poet: The Pretty Redhead by Guillaume Apollinaire | Poetry Magazine. (Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)



Apollinare was born 140 years ago yesterday.

Verbal posturing …

… The Expanding Tyranny of Cant - Law & Liberty. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The authors are more concerned with descriptions and typologies of cant than with explanations of why it should be so prevalent now. They are very anxious, understandably so since they are academics working in universities, to be politically even-handed that they miss an obvious point, that cant is now much more prevalent and powerful on the left than on the right. (Outright lying seems to be evenly distributed across the political spectrum.)
It was not always so: cant can switch sides, and it is within living memory in Wales, for example, that religious cant held sway. Indeed, the only Welsh joke that I know pokes fun at that religious cant: a young congregant asks a preacher whether it is permissible to have sex on Sundays, to which, after thinking for a while, the preacher replies, “Yes, so long as you don’t enjoy it.” A great deal of Islamism is also cant, which the authors do not mention.

Something to think on …

Only those who are capable of silliness can be called truly intelligent.
— Christopher Isherwood, born on this date in 1904

Small choices, lasting consequences …

Turn Aside: The Poetic Vision of R. S. Thomas by Jeffrey Bilbro. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

There are three elements to this motif of turning: The first is that turning aside brings us “within listening distance” of the ineffable, whether that be the Welsh landscape, other people, or God himself. Second, as in “A Bright Field,” turning aside becomes an alternative both to mechanistic progress and to simplistic nostalgia. Finally, though Thomas may not see God “when I turn,” he finds him “in the turning” itself; the practice of Christian faith entails precisely this turning aside to “the eternity that awaits.”

Tuesday, August 25, 2020

In case you wondered …

 Are Scandinavian Countries Socialist? | Competitive Enterprise Institute.
Moreover,  Sweden introduced other reforms that make it more free market in some areas than the United States. School choice, for example, is not only the model for education in Sweden, its introduction had the support of the teachers’ unions. Social Security has also been partly privatized. This all means that Sweden has an economic freedom index score of 74.9, barely below America’s index score of 76.6.
Anyone who follows the news abroad would know this.

Hmm …

… New Thinking on Covid Lockdowns: They’re Overly Blunt and Costly - WSJ. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)



The takeaway from this, I think, is that from the start the politicians and “experts” have been winging it. And still are. See COVID – What have we learned? (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
We have learned that medical science is not a pure thing – not in the slightest. We have also learned that the world of research has not come together to conquer COVID, it has split apart.
Those wanting to make money, have distorted and damaged research for their own ends. Those who want to vaccinate the world, forever, have seen a door open to the promised land. Those who wanted lockdown, are inflating the numbers of those killed.
Dr. Kendrick is obviously a more qualified observer than I and many others. But I have some expertise in the matter of reporting. And the reporting in this case has been all over the place from the start.
Addendum: I should add that, given the inconsistency and contradiction of the information, it is easy to pick and choose factoids to support whatever position one favors for whatever reason. My position from the start has been and remains that there are few grounds for certainty in this matter and that the policies have been improvised, often ignorantly and ineptly. Please spare me the sanctimony about saving lives. Tell that to the families of the thousands of persons whom  certain governors  shunted  off to nursing homes, where they died. Those governors have blood on their hands and ought to be made to pay, though I doubt they will be.

Something to think on …

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.
— Bret Harte, born on this date in 1836

Monday, August 24, 2020

Clearing the record …

… Yes, Black NYU Students Demanded Segregated Housing. No, the University Didn’t Agree to It. – Reason.com.

The confusion was created in part by an article in The World Socialist Website, which rightly criticized the students for advancing "the interests of a very small, privileged layer of the population." (As a socialist publication, TWSW sometimes criticizes the progressive left for being preoccupied with issues unrelated to class.) 

Anniversary …

…a poem by A. M. Juster

. . . celebrating the birth of Jorge Luis Borges on this day in 1899:

“The impossible in which I believe” – On the Seawall. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Marching backward …

… New York University moves to implement racial segregation in student dorms - World Socialist Web Site.

There is nothing progressive about the establishment of racially segregated housing at NYU. It is irrelevant whether the segregation being implemented is voluntary or mandatory. Racial segregation, in all forms, is entirely reactionary.

Hmm …

… UK lockdown was a ‘monumental mistake’ and must not happen again – Boris scientist says | Express.co.uk. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

 “I believe the harm lockdown is doing to our education, health care access, and broader aspects of our economy and society will turn out to be at least as great as the harm done by Covid-19.”
I think we’re going to hear more like this in the coming months. Some, of course, are bound to disagree.

Something to think on …

The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
— Max Beerbohm, born on this date in 1872

Sunday, August 23, 2020

A civil voice …

… ‘Robert Conquest: Collected Poems’ Review: The Impervious Dream - WSJ. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I am particularly moved by Conquest’s poems about World War II. Another early work, “For the Death of a Poet,” echoes elders such as Eliot and Auden, while touching a nerve of its own: “But how shall I answer? I am like you, / I have only a voice and the universal zeals / And severities continue to state loudly / That all is well. / Even the landscape has no help to offer./A man dies and the river flows softly on. / There is no sign of recognition from the calm/And marvellous sky.”

Hmm …

… Germany coronavirus: Fans turn out for Tim Bendzko concert -- but don't worry it's for science.

"We cannot afford another lockdown," he said. "We have to gather the data now in order to be able to make valid predictions," he said."There is no zero risk if you want to have life. We want to give the politicians a tool in order to decide rationally whether to allow such an event or not. That means they have to have the tool to predict how many additional infected people such an event will produce," he said.

The way things were …

… Remembering Philadelphia's Broad Street Station | RealClearHistory.

“As both the main station in its hometown and its headquarters, Broad Street Station was the consummate symbol of the nation’s most powerful railroad, one that carried 10 percent of all freight and 20 percent of all passengers in the U.S.,” said Dan Cupper, editor of Railroad History, the journal of the Railway & Locomotive Historical Society and the author of several books on the railroad. 
“Philadelphia sat at the nexus of the railroad’s two most important routes – New York to Washington (today’s Amtrak Northeast Corridor) and Philadelphia to the Midwest (Chicago, St. Louis, Cleveland, Indianapolis, and Detroit). In its heyday, the PRR operated 5,000 trains a day,” he said. 

Something to think on …

There is the silence of age, too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it in words intelligible to those who have not lived the great range of life.
— Edgar Lee Masters, born on this date in 1868

Saturday, August 22, 2020

Haiku …

A shudder of leaves.
Late summer afternoon silence.
What more could he need?

Haiku …

The morning glories.
The birds clustering around
The feeder. No breeze.

The march of ignorance …

Freeholders no more — Murphy signs bill ending county title criticized as racist.

The following is from the online etymology dictionary:

freehold (n.)
"landed estate in possession of a freeman," late 15c., later generalized to any outright ownership of land, a translation of Anglo-French fraunc tenement; see free (adj.) + hold (n.1).

Serfs were not freemen. They were bound to the land and the landowner. The word churl (O.E., ceorl) came to be used to refer to a rude person because churls, though low-born, were freemen and, after the Norman invasion of England, made a point of their free status, often pointedly.


In support of freedom …

… Opinion | Giorgio Agamben, the Philosopher Trying to Explain the Coronavirus - The New York Times. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

His argument … The emergency declared by public-health experts replaces the discredited narrative of “national security experts” as a pretext for withdrawing rights and privacy from citizens. “Biosecurity” now serves as a reason for governments to rule in terms of “worst-case scenarios.” This means there is no level of cases or deaths below which locking down an entire nation of 60 million becomes unreasonable. Many European governments, including Italy’s, have developed national contact tracing apps that allow them to track their citizens using cellphones.

Taking stock …

… Martin Amis Gets Matter of Fact. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

 Inside Story begins with an invitation to join Amis in his home, and one of the best qualities of the book is its regard for the reader. Amis acknowledges this during a call from his home in Brooklyn. “You have to love the reader,” he says. “It’s not about toadying to the reader but loving and respecting them. A book is nothing without a reader. The relationship between writer and reader is very mysterious and fascinating and not terribly well explained. There is an intimacy to reading a novel because you feel you know the writer embarrassingly well. The great excuse for a public event is that it’s great to meet a reader.”
I wonder how many people remember Martin Amis in the film version of  A High Wind in Jamaica. He was quite good.

Joan Didion


I've enjoyed most of what I've read by Joan Didion, and Slouching Towards Bethlehem, a set of her essays from the 1960s, is no exception. 

I think what I most appreciate about Didion is her poise: her is in no rush, and yet she is expeditious. Her writing is clear; there is no opacity here. And more than that: I find Didion to be quite brave. Her essay on the Hippie Movement -- the title essay from the collection -- is a subtle, but still scathing, indictment of the San Francisco scene. I'm not sure I've read a piece on the 1960s which is as effective, or evocative. 

No doubt, Didion sees herself as a Californian: but not as a transplant. She traces her family's history back to the nineteenth century, and uses that history -- that sense of connection -- to describe everything from the wind to the politics. As I say, I found her essays about the West Coast to be very convincing. 

If there's a critique of Didion it's, perhaps, her priggishness. There's just that slightest sense in the essays about Newport or New York that Didion was on the side, that she was one step removed from the scene itself. I suppose that's less of a critique than it is an observation on my part, but I'll grant it to Didion, because her writing tends to strike that unusual balance between feeling and objectivity, between the personal and the contextual. 

I made my way quickly through Slouching, and it's a testament to Didion that these essays, some fifty years later, have maintained their bite and purpose.

Something to think on …

It is peculiar to “ressentiment criticism” that it does not seriously desire that its demands be fulfilled. It does not want to cure the evil. The evil is merely the pretext for the criticism.
— Max Scheler, born on this date in 1874

Double standard …

… Teacher Spying on Student During Virtual Class Sends Cops to Search 11-Year-Old's Home After Spotting a BB Gun.

On the other hand: If Your School District Pulls What One Tennessee District Did, Know Your Rights.



A founding teacher at the Science Leadership Academy in Philadelphia also took to Twitter to express concern over parent observation of virtual classes. His laments about parents, especially conservative parents, had been retweeted over 1,000 times before he locked his account. Retweeting means other people were sharing his concerns with their own followers.
So it’s OK for them to spy on your kids and report them to the police, but please don’t have the temerity to look into how they’re doing their job. Does anybody have a problem with this? I sure hope so.

Speaking of absurd ideas …

 ‘Black linguistic justice’: Professors demand end to standard English as the norm | The College Fix. (Hat tip, Tim Davis.)

Imagine a French class where they teach you non-standard French. You go to school to learn what you need to learn to get ahead in the world.

Well, this is certainly dismaying …

… Making Children, Unmaking Families - Public Discourse.

My point, which cannot be adequately pursued in the space of a short essay, is again that the “traditional family,” which Spar treats mockingly, should be thought of as a tremendous cultural accomplishment, not a matter of historical indifference.

As Orwell said, “There are some ideas so absurd that only an intellectual could believe them.”

Our feisty forebears …

… Travels in the Library: Fighting big government over those stills in the hills.

Hogeland's book painstakingly describes the fiercely independent men and women of western Pennsylvania; the small farmers, tradesmen, and merchants of the region wanted very much to protect their individual freedoms, and they had little use for the centralized powers of the federal government.

Beloved sidekick …

… Donald Hall’s Amanuensis. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The essential rhythm between author and amanuensis, the exchange of the briefcase, altered as time went on, moving later into the day. They developed a visual code. Currier was to watch for the briefcase from her window, and when it appeared on its porch chair, she would know her day’s work awaited. When she finished the work, she carried the briefcase back to its chair and placed it on its side, so Hall would understand that its contents were ready for inspection.

In contrast to these latter days …

… First Known When Lost: Three Thoughts.

I did not begin my evening expecting to have these three poems reappear.  But this is the way poetry works.  A poem that touches us never vanishes.  Who knows when it will return?  

Something to think on …

Anxiety is the greatest evil that can befall a soul, except sin. God commands you to pray, but He forbids you to worry.
— Francis de Sales, born on this date in 1567

Popular dogmatism …

… Hypocrite hector by Anthony Daniels | The New Criterion. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Of the two books, Kendi’s is slightly the better, for it is part-memoir and occasionally has an anecdote from his life that is not told wholly through the lens of ideology, and which actually does speak to the undoubted difficulties of blacks in America with which it is easy to sympathize.
 DiAngelo’s book displays a curious admixture of influences: the Chinese Cultural Revolution, Jimmy Swaggart, Freudian psychoanalysis, and Uriah Heep, the four of them being present in approximately equal proportion.
I wonder how many people get the literary reference in this review’s title.

Word of the Day …

Quark.

I had the privilege of meeting and interviewing Sir John Polkinghorne, the man whose research laid the groundwork for the discovery quarks. Here is the interview.

Something to think on …

The fatal pedagogical error is to throw answers like stones at the heads of those who have not yet asked the questions.
— Paul Tillich, born on this date in 1886

Hmm …

… Ignorance About Covid-19 Risk Is 'Nothing Short of Stunning,' Research Report Says; Huge Age Variance – Wirepoints | Wirepoints.

What’s perhaps most striking from the survey is the connection between age of the respondents and their misconception about the virus. The younger you are, the more likely it is that you don’t understand.
“The discrepancy with the actual mortality data is staggering: for people aged 18–24, the share of those worried about serious health consequences is 400 times higher than the share of total COVID deaths; for those age 25–34 it is 90 times higher,” says the report. “The chart below truly is worth a thousand words:”
From a public interest perspective, we believe the top priority should be better information and a less partisan, more fact-based public debate. It is shocking that six months into the pandemic so many people still ignore the basic mortality statistics, with perceived risk driven by political leanings rather than individual age and health. Misperceptions of risk distort both individual behavior and policy decisions.

Well, the media certainly hasn’t distinguished itself and a good many people seem timorous, credulous, and servile.

Heroism …

… Maverick Philosopher: Maximilian Kolbe.

Is there a good naturalistic explanation for Kolbe's self-sacrifice?

Screw him …

… Iowa State English Professor Forbids Papers “Against Gay Marriage, Abortion, Black Lives Matter,” – Reason.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)



Apparently, despite his degrees, this clown never learned that the point of education is to think for oneself, not as one is told to.
 Fortunately, Iowa State University takes student academic freedom seriously, too …”

Something to think on …

In difficult times carry something beautiful in your heart.
— Blaise Pascal, who died on this date in 1662

In case you wondered …

… Sick, Scandalous, Spectacular: The First Reviews of Lolita | Book Marks. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I’ve never read it, and doubt that I ever shall. I love Nabokov’s Pale Fire, though. 

A man and a movie …

… Elsewhere On-Screen | The Current | The Criterion Collection. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

… when I finally did see it, where I saw it and who I myself was that evening left an indelible mark.

Bah, humbug …

… Woke Shakespeare | City Journal. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

One might have supposed that the world’s largest library devoted to the works and life of Shakespeare would be spared the tsunami of humbug that has overwhelmed so many other institutions and organized activities, from police forces and motor racing to film academies and football. No one would have considered the Folger a racist institution before Floyd’s death or held it responsible for the undoubted injustices in America’s past or present. It was an institution dedicated to pure and disinterested scholarship. Now it is transforming itself into the equivalent of the Marx-Lenin Institute in Moscow, with race instead of class as the master-key to the understanding of history and the world. And just as in Marxist historiography, no one can be a disinterested searcher after truth; in the new racist historiography adopted by the Folger, no one can stand outside his race. He must view everything through its lens.

More of the same

… Magazine editor resigns over Dickman’s controversial poem, as U. community weighs in - The Princetonian.
Several students who spoke to The Daily Princetonian, however, defended the poem’s publication. Destiny Salter ’20, who graduated with a B.A. in African American studies and a certificate in creative writing, read the poem with knowledge of the criticism it had received online. She felt the work had been “completely misinterpreted,” and its language “taken out of context.”

See also: The clear expression of mixed feelings: Steve Duin column. There is a link to the poem in the second paragraph. Having just read it, I agree with Ms.Salter.

(Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)

Modern and classical …

… The Monumental and Human Poetry of Paul Valéry. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The Idea of Perfection is an apt title, for Valéry was a perfectionist, endlessly tinkering with his poems. He’s famous for his pronouncement that a poem is never finished, only abandoned; his publisher practically had to tear the manuscript of La Jeune Parqueout of his hands. “He was,” Eliot writes in his introduction to the 1958 collection The Art of Poetry, “the most self-conscious of all poets,” and in large part Valéry’s principal subject was the operations of his own sensibility. 

Hmm …

… Genius and grace: Flannery O’Connor’s Jesuit friend | Georgia Bulletin - Georgia Bulletin. (Hat tip, Tim Davis.)



Like Flannery, he had been raised in the Deep South with racist attitudes that he later overcame. She tackled the ugly underbelly of racism through her stories and said, after a shocking experience on a bus, where the driver insulted the black passengers: “Right then and there, I became an integrationist.” He was active in the civil rights movement and proud of establishing the first integrated parish in Fort Valley. 

Something to think on …

Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms as invention.
— Alain Robbe-Grillet, born on this date in 1922

Monday, August 17, 2020

Nailing it …

… Flannery O'Connor and the Ideological War on Literature - Quillette. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
The fact that this debate is taking place at all, however—whether or not Flannery O’Connor was a racist, how racist or not she might have been, whether she redeemed herself from her racism via her writing or grew past her racism morally—is exactly what has gone fearfully wrong. The primary evil of cancel culture isn’t toppled statues or renamed buildings or even destroyed livelihoods. It is that, once cancel culture has come for an artist, it becomes impossible to take that artist’s artistry seriously. In his New Yorker essay, Paul Elie complains that O’Connor’s admirers pass over the issue of her racism in order to focus on her literary gifts: “[I]t’s about protecting an author who is now as beloved as her stories.” Now, O’Connor’s admirers will be obliged to pass over her literary gifts in order to focus on the issue of her racism. Flannery O’Connor will forever have an asterisk next to her name, and that asterisk will be the Racism Question. Henceforth, it will be impossible to give a public lecture about O’Connor, teach a college class, write a critical essay, or adapt her fiction to stage or screen without appending a dreary prologue rehearsing all the arguments about her attitudes toward black people. And in the midst of such arguments, all nuance, humor, characterization, and subtlety in the works themselves gets flattened or lost. This is what cancel culture does: It reduces literature to ideology.


This really is an outstanding article — closely reasoned and comprehensive.

Hmm …

… Catholic voters' impossible choice. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The paper also quoted Fr. James Martin, who observed, accurately, that "Mr. Biden is a baptized Catholic. Thus, he is a Catholic."
Well, Fr. Martin, Herr Hitler was a baptized Catholic. Thus, he was a Catholic. Most people, however, do not think of Hitler as a Catholic, probably because his thoughts and actions were so much at odds with Catholic doctrine. Methinks Fr. Martin is reviving what used to be unflatteringly referred to as  Jesuitry.



Biden’s abandonment of Catholic doctrine is between him and God. His espousal of policies that run counter to Church Teaching does have a political dimension that Catholics may rightly take into consideration when judging his candidacy.

As to why Trump’s people got involved with this fellow Marshall (whom I had never heard of until now), well there are Catholics who are not terribly thrilled with Pope Francis. I doubt if Trump himself had anything to do with it.

Kicked out of town …

… Travels in the Library: Voltaire in exile.



Joseph de Maistre, a very good writer himself, bitchily remarked of Voltaire that he “touched upon every subject without ever penetrating the surface of any.”

Something to think on …

And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.
— Ted Hughes, born on this date in 1930

Words, words, words …

… Is Your Master Bedroom Racist? – Reason.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

But in many cases, there are two lessons to keep in mind: One is linguistic, about how metaphor works. The other is sociohistorical, about whether our present-day consciousness can plausibly encompass the entire progression of past stages that preceded it—despite William Faulkner's counsel, sometimes the past really is past.
So no more apprentice, journeyman, master sequence. No more masterpieces. Nothing masterful. Maybe there are better ways to spend your life than revising and editing all previous thought and speech. Learning the way things actually have been, for better and worse, for instance. A good way of expanding your mind, rather than narrowing it down to a pinprick.

Life of a maverick …

… Dave Brubeck's biography, reviewed by Russell Davies - The TLS. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

 To jazz listeners and critics for whom bop had become the approved and obvious pathway to the future, that put him on the outside of a large and forbidding fence, the border of those badlands where only non-swinging, pseudo-classical music thrived. Curiously, it was Charles Mingus – bop-literate but not defined by that vocabulary – who pointed out the injustice of that banishment in an “Open Letter to Miles Davis” for Downbeat magazine. “He feels a certain pulse and plays a certain pulse which gives him pleasure and a sense of exaltation because he’s sincerely doing something the way he, Dave Brubeck, feels like doing it.” As for not swinging, Mingus pointed out, Brubeck “had the whole house patting its feet and even clapping its hands” at the Newport Jazz Festival.

Centenary …

… Charles Bukowski poem - on going out to get the mail. (Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)

Charles Bukowski was born 100 years ago today.

In case you wondered …

… How a Free Society Deals with Pandemics, According to Legendary Epidemiologist and Smallpox Eradicator Donald Henderson – AIER.

Here is the riveting conclusion:
Experience has shown that communities faced with epidemics or other adverse events respond best and with the least anxiety when the normal social functioning of the community is least disrupted. Strong political and public health leadership to provide reassurance and to ensure that needed medical care services are provided are critical elements. If either is seen to be less than optimal, a manageable epidemic could move toward catastrophe.

Hmm…

… Confront the Facts on Flannery O’Connor | Commonweal Magazine. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

In the New Yorker essay, I describe the surging interest in O’Connor’s life, the elevation of her correspondence, and the ways scholars downplay those remarks. And I present the long-withheld remarks near the end of the essay.  
Well, it looks to me as if Elie may be overplaying them.

A mind open to challenge and change …

…. The Last of the Hedgehogs - Los Angeles Review of Books. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Cynthia Haven’s fascinating new collection, Conversations with René Girard: Prophet of Envy, showcases Girard at both his most typical and his most surprising. Like many intellectuals, and not just hedgehogs, Girard returned repeatedly to the same themes throughout his career — what he called with self-mocking charm, in one exchange included here, his “monomania.” Of course, as one would hope, the reader will find in this book explications of the standard Girardian theses about imitative desire, scapegoating, and religion. And yet, throughout the volume, Girard also turns his attention to topics rarely if ever broached in his body of work: opera, eating disorders, Husserlian phenomenology, literary modernism.

The big question …

… What Makes a Life | The Russell Kirk Center. (Hat tip, Dave Lull)

One of the first things I noticed was how prescient this book seemed. Set in 2009 but published in 2020 during our cancel culture, the story opens following the downfall of a major public intellectual, Frank Doyle, over a racist joke that he made publicly about President Obama. Readers do not have to stretch their imaginations to cast judgment or feel empathy with this character. His declining trajectory comes to cross with Waxworth’s ascending star. When Waxworth is assigned to write a piece on Doyle, the two meet at a baseball game because Waxworth has been asked to write a redemption story on the fallen writer. Doyle is old hat; Waxworth is becoming a bit of a celebrity. But, more than the labels made by their reputation, the two offer contrasting worldviews about life. While Doyle has spent his career experiencing baseball via his poetic imagination—exalting the senses, unpacking metaphors, playing with the mystery and delight of the sport—Waxworth writes a column called “The Quantifiable World” and enters all the available data of the game to predict outcomes.