Monday, October 21, 2024

Remembering …

 … https://youtube.com/watch?v=Xny7G9YrrBU&si=72YZ_VrK1v0oa-bK

Mitzi Gaynor at her best.

George and Weedon Grossmith

 


When it comes to The Diary of a Nobody, all I can say is: if it's good enough for Evelyn Waugh -- and evidently it was -- then it's good enough for me. This novel by the Grossmith brothers, George and Weedon, is everything a playful book should be: mischievous, comical, enlightening. But more than that: Diary of a Nobody is very well conceived: it's perfectly written, with a rhythmic style very much of its time. No surprise that Three Men in a Boat, another work of similar scope and ambition, was published within a year of Nobody

What I enjoyed most about Nobody -- beside is humor and wit -- was the question it seems to pose just before the surface: which is whether the Victorian fashion for published diaries had to be limited to those of social elites. Here is an upper middle class family -- with the habits and preferences to suit. And yet, in the predictability of their daily routine, in the formulaic nature of their aspirations, there is an epic quality. The Grossmith brothers have done two things very well: first, they have endowed middle class life with humor and levity, without demeaning that life; and second, they have positioned middle class tropes and hopes as items worthy of publication. 

Diary of a Nobody is, of course, just that: but that seems to be exactly the point. This nobody -- this Mr Pooter -- is endlessly interesting and comical and human. Which is the moral, perhaps: humanity can be comical and serious at the same time. Embracing these in equal measures results in the sort of illumination you might otherwise expect from a 'somebody.'

Gathering leaves …

 … And who’s to say where the harvest shall stop?


Friday, October 18, 2024

Blogging note …

 I am moving back to my apartment today. Blogging will resume afterwards.

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

A poem …

 I love you, dying man under a train,

Your pretty, pretty face bored with ennui.

I won't think: “Can I save you from this dream?”

My love is like a moth flying near flame.


I love you bug that always goes upside-down.

I will keep righting you and righting you.

You are like my pretty, pretty beau.

Who thinks of his demise at slightest let down.


He has died, but maybe he was right.

Maybe things should be perfect beyond belief:

Gorge on ambrosia and filet mignon,

While climaxing wonderfully all day and night.


Yes, everything should be perfect beyond belief.


Or maybe not being bothered easily is key.


Jennifer Knox

People need to rise early …

 … His brightness seldom lasts the day through


Interesting indeed …

… Poem by Diane Sahms-Guarnieri - oddball magazine.

Departed …

 … All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Wednesday, October 09, 2024

Rachel Cusk

 


I've written about Rachel Cusk before on the blog, but having recently finished another of her novels -- Kudos -- I wanted to offer some additional commentary. 

Cusk seems to have been located within the contemporary genre of auto-fiction: that space carved out, most notably, by Knausgaard. And to a certain extent, that is right: the thin line between character and self is certainly blurred. 

But I think Cusk has developed her own literary space, too: her narrative style -- which has a primary character recount the story of another, more tangential figure -- is very effective. Often, her way of constructing this sort of narration reads like a novel by Sebald: the central character speaks to the reader about a story involving a second character, whose story is invoked by way of memory, or by way of Cusk's signature "he said" or "she said" construction, which regularly appears in the midst of an extended sentence. 

Like Knausgaard, Cusk takes as her content the banal or the expected, but she has a way of universalizing it: of turning it into something existential, or transnational, or profound. Cusk does this in the most unassuming fashion: she recounts a dialogue between one character and another -- and then, before long, the discussion has assumed a quiet gravity, a sense in which what's being discussed between the characters is actually an exchange between the reader and the ideas being invoked. 

What Kudos is about seems beside the point: it is a novel comprised of a series of discussions, which reveal a range of characters, who are themselves ephemeral. This is a novel about ideas, and the ways we, as people -- as characters -- interact with them. There are not many books like this one, and I heartedly recommend it -- as a fresh angle into what literature can be. 

Sounds like Lionel at her best …

 … Lionel Shriver and the Resistance to Satire. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Well, Bob is in a class by himself …

 

Author Geoff Dyer on Bob Dylan: ‘The songs pour off his records like they’re written in my soul from him to me’.

Learning to look at any empty sky …

 … Were all stars to disappear or die…

Blogging note …

 I am currently in a rehab facility. This involves going to gym and other activities relating to my getting well. Friends and family come to visit from time time. I will blog when I can.

Place your bets …

 … Here are the bookies’ odds for the 2024 Nobel Prize in Literature. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Sunday, September 15, 2024

Just so you know …

 I happen to be in the hospital. My legs sort of gave out yesterday and the aide who cleans my apartment called the ER people. Seems there were some serious issues. But I appear to be on the mend.

Friday, September 13, 2024

Karl Ove Knausgaard

 


I've written before on the blog about Karl Ove Knausgaard -- in particular about his seasonal quartet, which, taken together, amounts to an excellent read. I've also written about his essays on Edvard Munch, which have lots of interesting things to say about that tormented painter. Recently, I've made my way through another of Knausgaard's works of non-fiction, In The Land of the Cyclops, a collection of essays focused on philosophy, literature, and art. 

I should say at the start that, for me, Cyclops doesn't hold a candle to the seasonal quarter: I recognize, of course, that they are different in terms of tone, structure, and objective, but there was something about Cyclops which felt less convincing: as if this were just one man's sense for a book or painting. And it is. But in other essays or reflections by Knausgaard, that sense, that observation, assumes an oddly universal quality: and while Knausgaard may be writing about an apple, say, or a trip through Norway, the effect is one of transcendence: as if that journey, that piece of fruit, were the center of the universe. This experience was often missing from Cyclops.

That said, there are essays here which are to be celebrated, including those on Cindy Sherman and Gustave Flaubert. Another, on the Norwegian novelist, Knut Hamsun, features a number of unexpected and illuminated insights. Don't get me wrong, there were moments of revelation in some of these essays, and I walked away with a greater understanding, say, for Sherman than when I started the book. But I was expecting something more: perhaps more intimate, perhaps more lasting. Still, I'll continue to read Knausgaard because I think his approach to writing and to the contemporary moment is something worthy of exploration.

Monday, September 09, 2024

Sunday, September 08, 2024

Friday, September 06, 2024

I have been sick in bed all day …

 … hence blogging has been spotty. Please bear with me.

On Henry James

 This is too good -- from the LRB

"Imagine a typical Jamesian plot (or imbroglio as he preferred to call it, ‘plot’ being a ‘nefarious name’): an innocent American comes to Europe and is befriended by a Europeanised American and an older European woman (almost certainly a contessa or a princess, but titles are optional). The innocent American falls half or three-quarters in love with the contessa, and/or a shade homoerotically with the Europeanised American, or with the relationship between the two. Much conversation follows, and much ‘flirtation’ as we might be tempted to call it, in which the American is ‘seduced’ (culturally) by his hosts and maybe wants to be ‘seduced’ (physically) by the ambient culture. (Are you noticing all these adverbs and inverted commas, by the way?) Then the American sees the contessa with the Europeanised American arm in arm in the park or, perhaps, in the Soane Museum, when they have said they will be elsewhere. And at this point the climax of the Jamesian imbroglio occurs, a point of recognition at which a more vulgar author might have the Innocent American exclaim: ‘OMG. They’re fucking?’ At that moment the ‘centre’ does not hold, realising as it does that what it had admiringly thought to be the case is, ‘really’, not the case at all. James talks of the ‘original grossness of readers’. But there is an ‘original grossness’ at the heart of most of his exquisite fables: there is a thing going on, and probably a dirty thing, that the people in the fiction won’t or can’t see because their window is smeary or they are looking in the wrong direction."


Civics 101…

 … Required reading before the November election

Altered consciousness …

 … The singular sleuth and his “seven-per-cent solution”

Something to think on …

You cannot imagine at all how much you interest God; He is interested in you as if there were no one else on earth.
— julian Green, born on this date in 1900p

Let us pray …

 … to the Little Flower —Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese

Thursday, September 05, 2024

Cromwell and English History...

...There's more still to say about the period between kings 

A poem …

Your Octopussy


With eight arms I could love you better.

You could call me your Octopussy.

With eight arms things would go swimmingly.

And how intriguing, if we would boogie.


If I was a blow-fish I could do it better.

Of any sex-fish I could do it best.

With ocean beings it's much more juicy

In fact, in fiction, and in jest.


With a fish tail you could catch me better.

Reel me in hook, line, and sinker.

Could you love me transmogrified?

We all do change, with a flop, and a whimper.


Never a dull moment when your out to sea.

For now, be happy with your Octapussy.

                                            by Jennifer Knox


Love,



Saturday, August 17, 2024

Nice to know …

… James Webb Telescope May Have Finally Solved the Crisis in Cosmology.

For your reading pleasure …

… New Verse Review Issue 1.1: Summer 2024. (Hat tip, Dave lull.)

Something to think on …

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.
— Ted Hughes, born on this date in 1930

I lived on Lake Michigan once …

… Zealotry of Guerin: Poetry and Fiction by Christopher Guerin: Sestina: The Lake Michigan Shore.

A word for today …

Approbate | Word Genius.

Looking back at life on the farm …

 … Loss of equality, freedom, and happiness in 1945

Let us pray …

 … to the Little Flower — Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Remembering …

 … Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and George Buchanan’s skull.

Cause for hope …

… Return of religion can only be good news for literature.

Revisiting The Lost World …

 … Visiting the bookmobile 68 years ago

Read and listen …

 … Secret Library

America’s past without the distortions

 … Recommended Reading.

Rodent relocation …

 … Celebrating the anniversary of the Idaho Beaver Drop.

Doctors don’t make house calls …

 … Hospital gowns always flap open.

Let us pray …

 … to the Little Flower — Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese.

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Cause for hope …

… Memory problems in old age linked to a key enzyme, study in mice finds.

Trouble with water …

… Deluge.

Appreciation …

 … “Cleaning the Well”: On Poems by Fred Chappell and Paul Ruffin. (Ht tip, Dave Lull.)

Moving forward …

 …. Running out of gas but starting again anyway

Read and listen …

 … Hitting The Links: 8/11/24.

Another word …

… Kinesis | Word Genius.

A word for today …

… Matutinal - Word Daily.

Memorable moment …

 … Warning: “We begin bombing in five minutes.”

Let us pray …

 … to the Little Flower — Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese

Acceptance …

 … Now let the night be dark for all of me.

Friday, August 09, 2024

Not surprising …

 … Study claims harms of COVID-19 vaccines 'profoundly outweighed' benefits; calls for moratorium on mRNA shots

Both were known to cause cardiomopathy. My wonderful cardiologist, Andrea Jones, advised me not to take it (statistically, I am almost certain to die of a heart attack). Well something’s got to get you.

A masterful essayist …

 … on A Word or Two Before I Go,  (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)or Two Before I Go:

The love of books

… Paul Davis On Crime: National Book Lovers Day.

This is certainly worrisome …

 …  Biden Administration Let Iranian Assassin Into Country 

Once the world was perfect …

 … There we were, right back where it had started.

The miracle of handwriting ~

… Anne Carson � Gloves on! (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Let us pray …

 …  to the Little Flower —  Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese

Something to think on …

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.
— Philip Larkin, born on this date in 1922

Thursday, August 08, 2024

Just wondering …

 I don’t know who’s running the Drudge Report these days — it used to be a 

favorite of mine — but now it seems more partisan and less interesting.

Rekindled via Drood …

 …  Returning to a great 19th century novelist.

A poem …

… Poem-a-Day | Academy of American Poets.

Beginning …

 … First installment in my Arthur Conan Doyle series.

A word for today …

… Hibernian | Word Genius.

Questionable organization …

 … Presidential decision that many Americans will regret.

Departed …

… All, all are gone, the old familiar faces

Let us pray …

 … to the Little Flower — Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese.

Something to think on …

 

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, born on this date in 1896

Tuesday, August 06, 2024

Definitely watch this …

 … Felix Giordano painter.

Felix is a dear friend of mine and quite an original.p painter.

I used to spend a lot of time in these places …

… Books Sold Here. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Remembrance of things past …

 …  Delegates, debates, and my retreat into the past

Just so you know …

… JD Vance shows the future of Christianity. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Something to think on …

Truth has nothing to do with the number of people it convinces.
— Paul Claudel, born on this date in 1868

Another poem …

 … and it’s a great one, Morning Song of Senlin (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

A poem for today …

 … Timothy Liu Rest Stop, Highway 91,

Let us pray ….

 … to the Little Flower — Miraculous Invocation to St. Therese.

A word for today …

… Coloratura | Word Genius

Monday, August 05, 2024

News bulletin from western Pennsylvania …

 It began in my own neighborhood on August 5, 1763

A poem …

 I'm Beautiful in the Dark


I'm beautiful in the dark, my love.

What is not velvet is silk. My skin. My hair.

Feel and squeeze my citrus fruits. And smell.

Listen to my heart and know my love is there.


I'm beautiful in the dark, my love.

Each bloom in the room is from you to me:

The wallpaper, the coverlet, your bouquet -

Black as they are now -  all underscore love.


I'm beautiful in the dark, my love.

Your bouquet takes its petals off when hugged.

And I take my petals off when hugged.

It's a pretty picture in the mind's eye.


Everything is black, my love, my heart is black.

You'll deal with it, I expect, because of my night-beauty


Jennifer Knox