Monday, February 16, 2026

Han Kang

 


Let me say at the start: I was not ready for that. I'd read, of course, about Han Kang, who won the Nobel Prize in 2024. But The Vegetarian, which is perhaps her most acclaimed novel, moved in directions I was not expecting. On the surface, this is a book about a woman who decides, seemingly out of the blue, to become a vegetarian. But that decision, over time, masks a related set of challenges involving physical and mental health. It wouldn't be saying too much if I revealed that the first part of the novel culminates with brutal attempts by main character's father -- the woman's father -- to force feed his daughter meat. The book progresses from there, but not always as I'd have imagined. The middle section of the novel includes a disturbing meditation on art, sexuality, and power; it's in that portion of the book that ideas of nature are introduced: these become more pronounced toward the end of novel, when the main character, Yeong-hye, imagines herself as a sort of tree, needing only water to survive. The Vegetarian is a disturbing novel about individual agency, social pressure, and the complex layering underpinning humanity sexuality. There's a lot happening here, and not all of it is pretty or pleasant. Under the polite veneer of Kang's novel -- of apartment living in contemporary Seoul -- is a very dark and unsettling set of circumstances. 

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

 


There are novels which are so well constructed that their content, in the end, becomes secondary. That's certainly the case with The Leopard, Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa's triumphant novel of Italian unification. Published in 1957, but taking as its focus events from the second half of the nineteenth century, The Leopard is a celebration of language and style. Lampedusa has a way of describing places, especially, with a complex layering: those places, of course, become characters in their own right. The Leopard, as I understand it, is considered one of the premier novels of modern Sicily: its history, personality, and geography are bound as one, an immovable entity confronting the realities of war and politics. At the heart of the novel is the Salina family: they who start at a princely perch and who end, fifty years later, three widowed women, caretakers of memories and dusted relics. The Leopard is not a perfect book; indeed, it felt too short; but its fabric, its language, and its characters are finely woven. This is a novel about the creation of heritage, memories, and lineage, and about how history stops for no one, not even the wealthy. I knew nothing, really, of Sicilian history during this period, but Lampedusa's language, alone, was worth the read.

Wednesday, February 04, 2026

Friday, January 30, 2026

Denis Johnson

 


I don't know too much about Denis Johnson, but in my mind, at least, he's part of that cohort of novelists focused on the American West. I'm thinking, especially, about Wallace Stegner and Cormac McCarthy. If that's the case (and if Johnson is indeed part of that cohort), then Train Dreams fits the mold: this short novel -- set at the turn of the twentieth century -- captures a number of the themes made famous by the rugged Western experience. Train Dreams is about the brutality of the land, the promise of its financial fortune, and the loneliness of people who attempted to conquer it. But more than that: Johnson seems to have something to say about the temporary nature of life on the frontier. When his main character, Robert Grainier, passes away, it's as if he hasn't lived at all. He's owned few things, loved very little, and has never truly understood his past. He's the extension of a landscape indifferent to humanity. In that way, Train Dreams is a very sad novella. But then again, seen another way, it's a novel about what a person actually needs, and about how, over time, a sense of identity emerges from the limitations imposed by an unyielding environment.

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

I have returned.…

Ar 5 yesterday morning, I called my emergency caregivers because my catheter didn't seem to be working prooerly. it wasn't, and I spent the rest of yesterday in the hospital. AS soon as they gave me a new catheter, I felt great. the people at Jefferson Hospital were also outstanding. i would have been back last night, but I couldn't remember the number to get me into my apartment building.As Bette Davis sard< growing old ainkt for sissies.

Friday, January 23, 2026

Rosamond Lehmann

 


Apologies for my temporary absence from the blog. I've been knee-deep in Rosamond Lehmann's The Weather in the Street. Published in 1936, this novel caused something of a stir, I gather, on both sides of the Atlantic. Lehmann's focus -- on the affair between a married man and a separated woman -- featured not only an abortion, but an unyielding view of the victimization of women during this period. For a novel written a century ago, Weather packs a considerable punch: its challenges feel modern, its tropes familiar. This is a book about power and its imbalance, and about the extent to which women, in particular, confronted a range of social and economic limitations. Weather was not, perhaps, as brutal as another book which I've written about on the blog: Torborg Nedreaas's Nothing Grows by Moonlight. That said, it's close: this is an unrelenting account of one woman's awakening and the forces, throughout that process, that evolution which conspire against her. The contemporary feel of the novel -- both in its content as well as its fluid, experimental narration -- adds something poignant for the modern reader. This book may be one hundred years ago, but in its preoccupation with class, sexuality, gender, and capitalism, it feels very much of our times. The Weather in the Streets is an inter-war classic and required reading, I'd say, for those interested in British society during this complicated time. 


Saturday, January 17, 2026

Update …

i hope to resume serious blogging later today. i was released from the hospital yesteday, after having a substantial blood clot on my lung removed.

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Blogging …

i am still in the hospital, where the internet connection is not so great. i'll post something when i can.

Monday, January 12, 2026

Back online …

I am in the hospital, and have been since yesterday. In a short while, I will be taken upstairs, my right leg wil have something inserted, and they will drain the blood clot on my lung. in a couple days i will go home. Had I take taken a sip or two of red wine the symptoms would have gone away, as they did when I did, but by then I had pushed the emergency button I have and they had come, checked me out, and took me away. Just as well. Not good to have a blood clot on your lung.

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Wednesday, January 07, 2026

Thursday, January 01, 2026

The Mummers …

Alabama Jubilee i grewcup down the street from Joe Kerko's drug stire. He took me to my first baseball game.