A few semi-salient thoughts every now and then about
reading, writing, books, and all things bookish.
The Morgan Museum and Library at 36th and Madison, NYC. Nearly my favorite place in the world.
Monday, November 12, 2018
Today it’s back to March by Geraldine Brooks. I’m three-quarters finished and am enthralled with the genre of historical fiction. This particular book posits what life was like for the father of Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy from Little Women during the time of the Civil War.
Geraldine includes all the savagery, brutality, violence, and desperation of all involved in this war and also includes the heroism of the brave, the pacifists, the enslaved, and the dying. The hardest part of this book is thinking of the typical Civil War soldier of 16 or 18 years of age fighting and dying without ever actually becoming fully aware.
Reading March coupled with the incomparable Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders is a profoundly sobering literary experience.
November 12, 2018…Veteran’s Day.
Til next time.
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Sunday, November 11, 2018
Wow. BookTV. James McBride and John Grisham.
What a GREAT interview. Two guys. Two writers. Talkin’ it out. A totally great interview.
And then there was the incomparable Joseph Ellis. His new book is about America, and he was interviewed about what’s gonna have to happen if this country, this democracy, and this planet are to survive. He was compelling.
When asked why he seemed optimistic, he quoted Tocqueville who said, “I am full of apprehension and hope.”
And at the end, when Professor Ellis was asked why he personally seemed optimistic, he said, “Because I think you want to hear it.” Oh dear.
Finally. Michael Lewis points out in his new book that there are three federal agencies in peril:
Agriculture
Commerce
Energy
Let’s get busy.
Til next time.
Coffee? Yes, please.
Saturday, November 10, 2018
The September 16, 2018 issue of The NY Times has a totally splendid collection of new movies, art, shows, plays, and music. The reporters did a great job of highlighting everything that art is offering.
Page after page of good stuff.
I’m just now finishing reading it all. It was a massive amount of happenings, and that of course is a good thing for humanity.
Included in all this info was a really good interview with Cher. She was so upbeat about her past but mostly enthused and focused on her future. She has 3.5 million twitter followers. That’s a bunch. She said her two favorite albums are Believe and also Closer to the Truth. And guess what? They’re both on Amazon Prime.
Also, included in all this was a full page ad for Barbara Streisand’s new album.
What else? Michael Lewis recently reviewed The Library Book by Susan Orlean. This book is everywhere getting rave reviews. I know it’s good. I’m gonna get it as well as the new Streisand album.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Sometimes he’s Vladimir. Sometimes she’s Francine.
Today? And for the foreseeable future?
She’s happy to be Little Debbie.
Til next time.
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Monday, October 29, 2018
It’s both luck and effort but mostly luck that I can listen to an interview with Susan Orlean and Michael Silverblatt and then read Susan’s By the Book interview in the same week. But whether it’s luck or effort, it’s all a very profound gift.
Susan wrote The Orchid Thief that Meryl Streep and Chris Cooper transformed into a film titled Adaptation in 2002. And now Susan’s written The Library Book published by Simon and Schuster.
Footnote. Carly Simon’s father, Richard Simon founded Simon and Schuster with Max Schuster in 1924. End of footnote.
Also in the By the Book interview, Susan mentioned that Pat Barker’s Regeneration trilogy about the first world war changed her life. She also mentioned Kate Atkinson as one of those who can-do-no-wrong writers.
Michael Lewis has published one of his best books ever titled The Fifth Risk.
Deborah Eisenberg has published a new set of stories titled Your Duck is My Duck.
Shane Bauer has published a book after publishing a shorter version in Mother Jones. His book is American Prison.
All these and more were in The Times and on BookTV recently. Lucky to have caught them all.
And speaking of luck, an essayist named Kevin Mims postulates that it’s very okay to own books you haven’t read…yet…or ever. There will always be too many books. A totally good problem to have…as they say.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2018
My favorite character in My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh was the psychiatrist who had to be totally fun to write. But wow. The drugs, the lethargy, the sleep, the isolation, the despair. The book REQUIRED an odd and possibly incompetent psychiatrist to lighten the load.
Also today I started thinking about Steven Pinker’s bookshelves as shown in 2008 on BookTV and on an episode of HGTV way, way back when. But more important than his bookshelves are his work ethic and his intellectual curiosity. I like what he has to say and how he says it.
Which brings me to his 2014 By the Book interview in the NYTBR wherein he said if given the opportunity to have dinner with five people he would choose Thomas Hobbes, David Hume, Mary Shelley, Charles Darwin, and William James.
Me? I would have five dinners with just me and Roz Chast.
Five dinners. I wonder what we’d eat. I think one dinner of my homemade spaghetti and meatballs for sure and then possibly the other four dinners at Ruth's Chris Steak House. Too perfect. Or better yet now that I think of it, Nick's Pizza at 1814 2nd, NYC would be the ultimate.
Finally, I watched three cartoonists at The New Yorker on BookTV this past Sunday as they presented their work at the Readers and Writers Festival in Milford, PA last month. One cartoonist was Bob Eckstein. He mentioned that he had published a set of 100 postcards depicting watercolors of 50 different bookstores. Amazon. Boom. Delivered. Lovely. I ordered two whole sets. One set to share. One to keep.
Footnote. The irony of purchasing postcards with pictures of independent bookstores from Amazon, a company which has essentially put all bookstores at risk of bankruptcy, is sadly noted. End of footnote.
Til next time.
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Monday, October 22, 2018
At times, good news comes from odd places, which leads to The Good Place.
Quoting Chidi from The Good Place as he explains philosophical choices starting with Aristotle’s virtues:
“Over the last 2,500 years, Western philosophers have formed three main theories about how to live an ethical life,” he explains.
“There’s Virtue Ethics, the theory that there are certain virtues of mind and character like courage and generosity, and you should follow those virtues.
There’s Consequentialism, which focuses on the consequences of your actions, and how much utility (good) versus pain (bad) it causes.
And there’s Deontology, which argues there are strict rules and duties everyone should adhere to in a functional society.”
Me again.
It’s so nice to have life’s questions and answers revealed on a thirty-minute TV show. This saves one from having to actually read Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Kant, Kierkegaard, Hegel, Hume, Russell, Descartes, Locke, Nietzsche, and even Foucault while not forgetting Sontag and Chomsky.
And even better than The Good Place and Wikipedia is The Encyclopedia Britannica, which sadly is no longer published but which is still available
Sunday afternoon at the movies featuring musicals from the 60s.
Starting with Robert Preston and Shirley Jones.
Til next time.
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Saturday, October 20, 2018
For whatever reason, today I started thinking about Dick Estell.
I listened to him read books on NPR way back during a time when simplicity reigned supreme.
He didn’t do funny voices.
He didn’t strike dramatic poses.
He didn’t add his own interpretations of the text.
He just read aloud. On the radio. Thirty minutes a day. Quite a thing.
What else? Fred Newman, Rich Dworsky, and Tim Russell are no longer on livefromhere.org.
Evidently they were fired. That’s a shame and not good for the show. Even incredible mandolin talent can’t transcend team loyalty. Very sad and very unlike the value system of NPR although Bob Edwards would disagree now that I think about it.
And below is Dick Estell reading from Lincoln by David Herbert Donald.
Til next time.
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Today on marketplace, Julie Wainright and Kai Rysdaal explored the buying and selling and buying of high-end luxury goods on realreal.com.
I went. I explored. I earned a $25 credit.
What was I looking for? A giraffe. Yes. I have the ideal spot.
And I was hoping that the perfect 74" Pier 1 giraffe that sold for $129.95 retail would be considered high-end enough that it might be available on realreal.com for considerably less than the original price that a high-end shopper had once paid for it but for whom the joy of the purchase was no longer felt.
But alas. No.
No Pier 1 giraffe on realreal.com. Too low-brow I suppose. Still. It suits me.
And yes. I could pay full price for the thing. But. Who does that anymore?
Or to get totally a good deal, I could continue to look down and find coins on the ground like today when I looked down and found two dimes. And because I’ve been doing this…looking down for coins…for a couple of years now, I’m up to eight dollars and fifty-seven cents. And yes. That’s counting the two dimes from today.
Won’t be long till the giraffe is mine.
Til next time.
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Monday, October 15, 2018
My old friend Francine dropped by to ask if it was true that David Graeber said “capitalism is paying people for less than they produce.”
Yes, sadly Francine. That’s what David said. I heard him say it. BookTV.
And even more sadly? I should have paid way more attention to my college economics professor. What was I thinking?
Til next time.
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Sunday, October 14, 2018
Catching up on must-reads, should-reads, and want-to-reads can be exhausting if not for…
It’s just lovely to have time to connect with what’s going on. And after just a bit of quiche and raisin nut toast with marmalade AND butter, four things captured my heart. Too corny? That may well be, and yet tis true.
1. Patti LuPone is in London in a new rendition of Company with an updated message and with the blessing of Stephen Sondheim.
2. Yo Yo Ma is making the world a better place one note at a time.
3. Joan Jett has never looked back.
4. Anthony Hopkins is King Lear and advises actors to “get on with it.”
And to all the Cordelias…nothing comes from nothing.
5. Jean-Michel Basquiat’s work is being shown, and Maya Angelou made his work accessible.
6. Deborah Eisenberg is featured with only a little bit of Wallace Shawn in the background even though he’s lovely and they are together even lovelier.
7. There was a review of Book Six that compared Knausgaard’s work to the TV show Suits. Since I’ve finished all six books and will appreciate them pretty much forever, I won’t be reading this review that compares literature to TV.
Good ness.
Also, throughout all six books, there was an awful lot of the eating of muesli, which I don’t even know about but which sounds dreadful…in any language.
8. I found a really cute photo of Sondheim wearing his Sunday in the Park with George t-shirt.
Okay.
That’s more than four things.
That’s what coffee does. It heightens numbers and makes all things better. And I’m hoping that includes Colette with Keira Knightley. I’m bettin’ so. I’m hopin’ so.
Til next time.
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Thursday, October 11, 2018
Again? Down?
Oh dear. Then again.
Dow. Schmow.
What is actually unthinkable is a life without books.
My new book. It came. Finally. At last.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Karl Ove Knausgaard. Although he’s credentialed in neither history nor psychiatry, he makes a fearless analysis of the societal and economic conditions in Europe that led to WWII.
And although leaving historical analysis to people like Doris Kearns Goodwin and Jill Lepore is normally the best route to take, a well-read essayist and fiction writer like Karl Ove provides a much-needed perspective.
Book Six is not what I expected. It has a much broader goal. It is sobering, disconcerting, truthful, instructive, and not the time to look away.
I do think the book Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi would be instructive for Karl Ove. At least it was for me, and it appears as though he has not had the good fortune to read it (not that he is under-read by any means, but still, it would be a good fit for him).
Good books and good writers all around. And someday, when the world makes sense, we can all travel more freely.
And finally. Dow. Down? 800 points? Really? Actually 831. Best not to look.
Til next time.
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Sunday, October 7, 2018
BookTV…Live…Three Hours…Geraldine Brooks.
Totally great.
Seems like raising alpacas might be a worthwhile pursuit along with living on Martha’s Vineyard or using the Widener Library at Harvard via three different routes.
And now going back in time one week to September 30, I’m reading a book review written by Geraldine as she gives a thumbs down to Pat Barker’s new book The Silence of the Girls.
I have a very mixed reaction to this. On the one hand, books should receive a review by a knowledgeable reviewer.
On the other hand, giving a thumbs down to a book written in earnest by a talented writer seems unduly harsh. The reality is that an established writer has spent a year writing a book, an editor has edited the book, a proofreader has proofed the book, and a publisher has published the book.
One bad reviewer can negate all that effort exponentially.
Seems quite unfair. Especially when the book tells the story of a Greek tragedy.
And the flip slide of this particular tragedy is that 42 out of 49 people on Amazon gave the book either a four-star or a five-star rating.
Who to trust. Whom to trust. That’s the question.
And finally, speaking of Greece.
The BBC/PBS broadcast of The Durrells in Corfu is GREAT. It’s much better this third season. And the little boy, Milo Parker, also played the part of Roger Munro with Ian McKellen and Laura Linney in Mr. Holmes.
Won der ful.
There will even be a fourth season.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Just today I was thinking how handy it would be to own my own copy of the OED for my study. And even though it’s online and partly free and mostly available in libraries here and there, having my own copy just feels right somehow.
But alas, the print is so small, the tome is so large, and besides, where would I even put such a book. So instead, I’ll buy a copy of Simon Winchester’s The Meaning of Everything: The Story of the Oxford English Dictionary. It arrives Wednesday.
Also.
There sure are a lot of Leonards.
Leonard Bernstein
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Kravitz
Leonard Bruce
Leonard Nimoy
Leonardo
Leonardo DiCaprio
And finally.
Maybe it’s a sophisticated ruse, but you listen to Kai Ryssdal interviewing Jamie Diamond Dimon on marketplace.org, and you have to breathe a sigh of relief. At least I do. Plus, you gotta like a guy who can casually include in the conversation the phrase “sine qua non” and have it make sense.
So now that we understand the banking system and its relationship to promoting and sustaining a modern global society, that leaves us with the opportunity to devote our attention to the following:
universal health care
a sustainable wage
a tolerable/decent/pleasant/productive work environment
public education funded at the same level as an elite private education
public libraries open 10-10/365
mass transit free and clean for every village, co-op, town, and city in the USA
two-year national service required for all 18-year-olds
educational savings accounts for all newborns
automatic registration to vote upon issuance of all drivers licenses
zero carbon emissions for all industries, corporations, and households
plenty of parks and old-growth forests
slow food
fast food
lights out at ten
fresh eggs for breakfast
butter on everything
yes, please
Til next time.
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Monday, October 1, 2018
Leaders should be well read, intellectually curious, and deep-thinking people. Neil de Grasse Tyson was on Bill Maher this past week. He is such a person.
Sam Tanenhaus was reviewing Russian writers recently in an essay in the NYTBR (September 16, 2018) and included an explanatory sentence about the concept of postmodern writing techniques: wordplay, stories constructed like puzzles, layers of allusion, tricks of misdirection. Good information to have at hand. Thanks, Sam.
And thanks also for the thoughts on Ayn Rand, Boris Pasternak, and Vladimir Nabokov.
You’re all caught up, there’s a log crackling on the fire, and k. d. lang is happily singing in the background from Recollection. This all makes it a good day, and that’s not even counting the standing ovation Associate Justice Sotomayor received last month at the LOC National Book Festival.
And so it begins. A brand new month.
Til next time.
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Sunday, September 30, 2018
Obviously, there’s a huge difference between Benjamin Britten and Bertolt Brecht and yet every time I hear the music in the film Moonrise Kingdom, I think of the name Bertolt Brecht rather than Benjamin Britten. Very odd. So…
Benjamin Britten…Composer…England…1913-1976 (age 63)
I’m writing it down here so that once and for all, I’ll remember the details.
And speaking of things to remember…Alex Borstein. She steals EVERY scene in Mrs. Maisel. She is so good that I’m rewatching Season One in anticipation of starting Season Two.
Finally, Book Six is going strong. So far, Karl Ove has given many baths, made many trips to the nursery, and talked to his wife many times on the phone. But mostly in the first quarter of the book, he’s laying the groundwork for the legal arguments for using his life as the basis for his own autobiography…as if he could use any one else’s life for his own self-written story. Sorry, Uncle Gunnar.
Til next time.
Aaay!!
Friday, September 21, 2018
I don’t know how you say it in Norwegian, but Shazam!
With Amazon speed, accuracy, and efficiency, my new book arrived.
All one thousand, one hundred and fifty-two pages.
My Struggle, Book 6 by Karl Ove Knausgaard.
Busy hours ahead. Normal service will resume later…
much later…possibly into 2019.
Til next time.
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Thursday, September 20, 2018
Books. The NYTBR featured a few new books for children on the subject of immigration and naturalization. Reading about those books actually reminded me of one of my favorite books of all time.
It’s The Arrival by Shaun Tan. I first came across this book in the NYPL on 52nd when they were having a showing of original art from picture books for children. It was wonderful, and why I didn’t take a photo of it or any of the artwork is beyond comprehension. Never the less, I have three copies of the book and revisit it every now and then as a reminder of what symbols, stories, and artistic talent can do for the spirit.
Shaun Tan.
Speaking of lost luggage and increased baggage rates as reported on marketplace.org…
I’m still missing my really nice Travelpro suitcase. When lost? November, 2015.
Yes.
Sadly. I’m still holding on to the unlikely dream that someone somewhere will find my luggage and return it to me.
United? EWR? Anyone? Anyone?
Anything else?
Arriving tomorrow via Amazon and the USPS is my copy of Book Six of
My Struggle by Karl Ove Knausgaard. I think the NYT gave it a warm reception. Never the less, I bought it, and it arrives tomorrow. Closure. Always good.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Barnes and Noble Bookstore simply refuses to go away.
Remember when Waldenbooks and Borders were everywhere and were lovely places to shop? Gone.
Now of course we have Powell’s and Strand Books…but those are on the coasts.
Politics and Prose in D.C.
Tattered Cover in Denver
City Lights in San Francisco
BookPeople in Austin
Those are each fabulous, and that’s all well and good. But wow. There’s nothing like strolling into a neighborhood bookstore where even the remainders table holds treasures, which leads us back to the hopefully indomitable Barnes and Noble.
While there, this weekend, I bought Cats, which is a DVD that is hard to come by and which I couldn’t find to stream. The CD (especially with good headphones) sounds better than the sound emanating from the average TV speakers, but there’s nothing like watching and seeing Elaine Paige and Ken Page as Grizabella and Old Deuteronomy, respectively, at least once a year.
Hmmm. Buying a DVD at a bookstore? Problematic. Right? Right.
Going from a bookstore to the world of acting leads to Glenn Close.
My first Broadway show was The Benefactors with
Glenn Close
Sam Waterston
Mary Beth Hurt
Simon Jones
My most recent movie, this past weekend, was The Wife with
Glenn Close
Jonathan Pryce
Glenn Close…the actor’s actor.
The Wife could be the focal point for a semester long study of the women’s movement in America. The movie took a simple premise and at first glance seemed to oversimplify it, but then things got going, and soon it became obvious that nothing is ever as simple as it seems. And that’s the truth…pure and simple.
Before the movie began, the upcoming previews were shown including a new movie about Oscar Wilde who said, “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” Rupert Everett and Colin Firth are in this new movie about Oscar, and it’s going to be perfect. Purely and simply perfect.
Plus, there’s a new movie about Maria Callas.
I’ll see both.
Looks like a busy week/month/year ahead with new stuff, old stuff, and everything in between.
Plus there’s the holidays. Right? Right.
Til next time.
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My cousin bought the ticket...perhaps the nicest gift I've ever received including a tuna fish sandwich in Paris.
Broadway and 82nd, NYC
Saturday, September 15, 2018
The Goldfinch. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize.
What a gift.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2018
AN EVENTFUAL DAY MEANDERING HERE, THERE, AND YON: …
TECHNOLOGY
Faster…Bigger…Better…And so much more!!!! Made with 100% renewable energy. Yes. I watched the live-streaming two-hour Apple event. I was hoping for the announcement of the iPhone SE2. Not gonna happen I fear.
Apple seems a little bit lost. They’re producing a phone with games, an LCD screen for watching movies, a camera that will surprise us with bokeh, and a wrist watch with ECG capabilities that will “worry the well” when what I really want and need is a phone that fits easily into my pocket, will read me the Dow Jones when asked, and will wake me when needed.
Ah. The good old days when elegant simplicity reigned supreme.
BOOKS
Started rereading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. So good I can hardly stand it.
Good grief…Tom Wolfe died in May. Fortunately, Michael Silverblatt interviewed Tom on February 4, 1999 asking all the right stuff for all the right reasons.
Tom referred to Epictetus, a Greek Stoic philosopher born a slave.
Michael referred to Zola, Trollope, and Balzac.
FOOD
Nancy’s Petit Quiche…too good to be true.
Ocean Spray Cranberry Mango Diet…too good to be true, too.
Red Bull…quite good…too expensive. ☹
SPORTS
Three miles on the treadmill. Heartrate 96. Have no idea if that’s good or bad.
BROADWAY
Gypsy
Saw them live on Broadway:
Tyne Daly
Patti LuPone
Bernadette Peters
And now? Bette Midler from 1993 finally on Amazon Prime with the very young Christine Ebersole who was brilliant in Grey Gardens and the even younger Elizabeth Moss who was brilliant in Mad Men, Top of the Lake, and The Square. And of course, Andrea Martin and Tony Shalhoub…such pros. I’ve never seen them on stage…except on a PBS broadcast of Act One, which was at Lincoln Center and for which I couldn’t get a ticket. Back to Gypsy with Bette. I don’t remember ever seeing this movie when it first appeared…but it’s lovely. Jule Styne and Stephen Sondheim. Quite the pair.
NEWS
Learned about oyster farming from Marketplace.org.
MOVIES
Coming soon…The Children Act with Emma Thompson based on the exceptionally good book by Ian McEwan and also Emma’s new movie King Lear, which I hope for my benefit has yellow subtitles (infinitely easier to read than white). And Bel Canto with Julianne Moore with Renee Fleming doing the singing. Sadly, I started that book some time back and didn’t finish it. I wonder why.
FINALLY
I’m getting caught up on three weeks of the NYTBR and finding new gems that I didn’t even know existed, and then suddenly I’m remembering that it’s been about four years since I watched my DVD of Sunday in the Park with George starring Mandy and Bernadette.
Finished Warlight by Michael Ondaatje. It was so good that you feel like you want to float around in cream. IF that’s a thing. Which fortunately it isn’t.
But the book. The book.
It’s a WWII story about those who were part of the overt and covert resistance in England and France and beyond. The families, the sacrifices, the secrets, the lives, the deaths…it’s all there.
I did read Michael’s The English Patient several years back but didn’t see the movie. It’s somehow easier to read difficult scenes in a book than to watch those scenes on a screen. The brain somehow has the ability to protect itself against too much visual harm.
So, if they make a movie of Warlight, I won’t be watching it. Instead, I’ll reread the book. Although knowing the book’s secrets and how they end means the book won’t be as all enveloping as it was the first time. But then again, when Michael uses phrases like “And by the time I came to an unawareness of courtesy, the man had moved on,” there is ample reason to reread…just for those gems.
And of course it’s thanks to Michael Silverblatt’s interview with Michael Ondaatje that I found Warlight. Secret gifts to secret admirers.
Finally, here’s a photo I’ll call Cloudlight.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Quite honestly, once you find a book as good as Norton Juster's and Chris Raschka's The Hello, Goodbye Window, there's really no need for any more books.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, September 4, 2018
iOS 12 is launching soon.
I’ve checked out the Apple website, and the one thing I need, I don’t find.
What is that one thing that I need?
Well.
Here’s what I need.
I need Hey Siri to respond immediately and instantly and always and consistently when I say, “Hey, Siri.” Cause right now that’s not happenin’.
There are delays.
There are hesitations.
There are interruptions.
There are repetitions.
There are periods of waiting.
There are misunderstandings.
There are instances when pushing the home button is required.
Finally, occasionally, there are loud, loud, loud voice commands.
Apple is giving certain folks opportunities to be beta testers. Maybe I should see about getting in on that gig so that my concerns can be promoted to front and center.
Also. Here’s another thing I need. I need my ipad, computer, laptop, iphone, and ipod to be instant, immediate, and instantaneous. Cause right now? It’s hit and miss. Right now? I could at times take a micronap between the return, send, and click buttons and my desired results. So. That’s it. That’s what I need.
Those two things.
An uncompromising and highly intuitive Hey Siri
and
Instant results on all my devices
Apple? Apple? Are you there, Apple?
But W A I T. Maybe it's not Apple. Maybe it's AT&T. Maybe I'll have to pay extra for speed. Hmmm. Is that legal? Making me pay extra for speed? I'll have to check into that.
BTW, caught the AFI tribute to George Clooney last night. Quite lovely. It’s easy to be a fan of people and things when attention to detail is scrupulously, loyally, unerringly, and consistently followed. Go George. Make more movies. Make more movies. Make more movies.
Like?
Good Night, And Good Luck
The Men Who Stare at Goats
Burn After Reading
The Monuments Men
O’Brother, Where Art Thou
Hail, Caesar
Michael Clayton
The American
Another BTW. Even though I complain about Siri and instant results, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Apple.
And now? Back to Warlight with Nathaniel, Rachel, The Moth, The Darter, the parents, Agnes Street, and all the rest by Michael Ondaatje.
And for this book, oddly enough, it’s a dilemma of saudade to find a story of war so inviting.
Yesterday was the LOC National Book Festival in D.C.
Jon Meacham’s keynote was brilliant and hopeful and informative and seemingly effortless although to quote from both Aristotle as well as from George Herbert Walker Bush obviously takes much preparation.
His new book? The Soul of America.
Others to remember?
Francis Fukuyama-referenced as astute political writer
Jill Lepore-referenced as best historian
Lawrence Wright-presenter on Texas
And then today was Jacqueline Woodson live for three hours on BookTV. AND I own a signed copy. Go, me.
And now? Time for a late brunch of quiche, blackberries, toast, jam, and tea or perhaps an early supper of butterbeans and biscuits.
But first before I forget, it’s time to visit the movies.
The Wife with Glenn Close and Jonathan Pryce
Operation Finale with Ben Kingsley
The Bookshop with Emily Mortimer and Bill Nighy
Til next time.
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Monday, August 27, 2018
It’s probably time for a lot less reading and a lot more doing.
Why?
I caught the chilling lecture by Roy Scranton on BookTV as he talked about his new book, We’re Doomed, Now What?
He was spot-on correct in his listing of world and planetary problems we face. Politics and Prose Bookstore in D.C. was packed with concerned people who were ready to rise up and fix things.
Perhaps we’re not doomed after all. But clearly, Professor Scranton is brave for collecting his thoughts and essays and then making them all visible. Quite a manifesto. And who doesn’t require a good manifesto every now and then.
Til next time.
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Sunday, August 26, 2018
Listening to Alan Bennett read from his book, The Uncommon Reader, is a joy. And since I’ve listened to the whole thing twice, I should probably break down and buy the audio rather than just checking it out from the library. Since I’m sure I’ll be inspired to listen to it again in the not too distant future, I’ll have to look into that. What else?
I watched Richard Prum give a lecture on BookTV today when he was at Town Hall in Seattle in June. His new book is The Evolution of Beauty. It wasn’t just his slides, his humor, his facts, his first-hand knowledge, his respect for the scientific process, it was his appreciation of Darwin.
From his lecture, as far as I can tell, Richard’s idea is that all beings in the animal kingdom, in addition to evolving from common ancestors, have evolved to appreciate beauty for beauty’s sake and not for the mere sake of the survival of the fittest or the perpetuation of the species.
Specifically, his thesis is that all beings in the animal kingdom appreciate beauty for beauty’s sake and have evolved accordingly. Hope I got that right. I’d hate to have misunderstood.
In short, it was a lovely example of the processes of curiosity, inquiry, observation, recording, interpreting, and sharing. Voila.
And speaking of beauty, here’s quite a lovely word…amanuensis, explained by The Queen to her young friend, Norman in Alan’s The Uncommon Reader.
Til next time.
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Saturday, August 25, 2018
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Tuesday, August 21, 2018
What does it mean to be good?
That’s the takeaway from the movie Iris about Iris Murdoch.
A good question, and she seems to have provided answers throughout her many novels, essays, and lectures.
A thought-provoking film starring
Judi Dench
Jim Broadbent
Kate Winslet
Hugh Bonneville
Penelope Wilton
and Me, the viewer
And then let’s not forget Edith. Non, je ne regrette rien.
Good folks all around.
Iris 1919-1999
Edith 1915-1963
Til next time.
Edith...Julia...Howard...Eduardo...Bill...
Thursday, August 16, 2018
Aretha.
1942 – 2018
Aretha.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2018
There are periods of disequilibrium when it’s difficult to find books to read that are as engaging and worthwhile as The Book Thief or Lincoln in the Bardo.
But then, something always comes along just in the nick of time via Michael Silverblatt or BookTV or The NY Times Book Review, and stasis is restored.
But that hasn’t happened yet this week. So, I’m stuck in the middle of a murder mystery wherein the police and various detectives are running around gathering clues to find out whodunit. I don’t really feel compelled to find out who the culprit is, but should I just leave the plot hanging? That doesn’t feel quite right.
But then again, according to the French writer, Daniel Pennac, readers have the right to not finish a book. There you go. Saved.
Further? I feel that I AM French. I just MUST be.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, August 7, 2018
A nice sunny day.
I just finished reading This Was NOT the Plan. The book is about a successful, wealthy, corporate lawyer living in Manhattan and vacationing in the Hamptons. The main character, Charlie, was a lawyer/widower who had trouble finding time to spend with his way-above average five-year-old son and who became tongue-tied on several occasions and then lost his job. His successes came too easily. His problems were too quickly solved.
My next book may be something more serious by someone like…hmmm. Can’t quite decide. Maybe the complete works by and about Pliny the Elder?
But now?
Just waiting for the totally reliable FedEx guy to deliver my latest Amazon order. Nothing too exciting. Office supplies. Vitamins. And a few packs of Starbucks Doubleshot Espresso Light. I have Amazon Prime, Prime Pantry, Amazon Music, Amazon Video, and Amazon Amazon. Soon, I will simply arrange to have my entire paycheck forwarded directly to Jeff. : – )
Finally, I was just now thinking that Kai Ryssdal is the new Walter Cronkite.
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It’s a good day for books, media, and coffee.
Til next time.
CBS Photo Archive via The New York Times.
Katie Falkenberg for the LA Times.
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Two things:
1. According to Kai Ryssdal’s report from Friday’s Marketplace.org:
The federal government’s new trade policy is one of complete international free trade and is therefore geared toward removing all barriers, subsidies, and tariffs. I appreciate receiving this information, and because I’ve typed it here for future access, I now know that tariff has only one r. At any rate, let's keep an eye on this policy. Shall we?
2. I watched In-Depth today on BookTV where Cory Doctorow (no relation to E. L.) talked about his books for three hours on live TV.
It was memorizing. I vacillated between
rushing out to sign people up to vote
to reading all his works
to going to MIT’s library site for access to JSTOR
to saving the world.
He was that good. Instead, I cleaned off my desk and ate some oatmeal.
Why is this guy so talented? I. Do. Not. Know.
But, wow, I’m glad he is. He’s doing good works on many levels.
As an aside, I just went to the MIT library site and tried to access JSTOR. No go. I must have misunderstood him. I THOUGHT he said JSTOR was openly available to the public at the MIT library site. I suppose he meant that to access JSTOR online at MIT, you have to be student, faculty, or staff.
N e v e r t h e l e s s, the guy is brilliant to the nth and no relation to E.L.
A very humbling day.
Til next time.
Doctorow...a name you can trust.
Friday, August 3, 2018
Delphi Method for research and communication consensus.
I can NEVER remember this, so here tis.
And then.
It’s suddenly time to rummage through boxes and files of keepsakes looking for a ticket stub from 1990 when the incomparable Charles S. Dutton performed at the Walter Kerr Theatre in The Piano Lesson by the inimitable playwright August Wilson.
You go to the file cabinet, locate a whole bunch of irreplaceable stuff in a file labeled Keepers, find the 28-year-old ticket stub, take a photo of it with the 28-year-old Playbill as well as the book from the library, replace the ticket stub in the exact same folder until it's needed again, and then post the picture.
As simple as that.
All in an effort to avoid going to the gym or maybe because it’s a little bit time for some nice nostalgia.
But actually, when Charles as Boy Willie sat in a chair and stamped his feet on the stage as he sang and mourned for the god of small things and the saints of lost causes, the entire theatre shook. I was…and still am speechless.
Til next time.
PS A VERY pedestrian and somewhat distasteful bit of breaking news...my internet connection was down for three hours today. And that is one day after I received a notice from AT&T that my bill was going up $10 per month. The irony of this should not be overlooked. AT&T? Yoo hoo.
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Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Finished reading Us Against You…a book by Fredrik Backman.
I was thinking of writing a review of the book following John Updike’s suggestions for how to write a book review. But I don’t really want to do that because it will merely reduce the novel’s powerful statement into an academic treatise. And that’s rarely a good thing to do.
But mostly, I know I couldn’t really write a review as good as what the book deserves.
Us Against You is about violence. The story takes place in the towns of Beartown and Hed and is told through the lives of people who engage in team sports, viciousness, tribalism, irrational hatred, illogical values, and counterproductive goals. The characters are subject to the ways in which society tolerates and enables violence throughout all aspects of life. The book is not for the faint of heart nor for those in a hurry to find out what happens.
In the end? What does happen?
There are winners and losers made so as a result of self-inflicted choices, bad timing, and bad luck, but mostly as a result of the flaws and goodness that make up the DNA of our species, which can, on many occasions, be a fragile and fearful lot.
Fortunately, Fredrik Backman is fearless.
Til next time.
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Saturday, July 28, 2018
Michael Silverblatt interviewed David Sedaris this past week.
During the interview, they talked about David’s life, his new book, and the writers they always enjoy from The New Yorker:
Lorrie Moore
Miranda July
Tobias Wolff
Ottessa Moshfegh
It was Michael’s regular special and endearing interview.
Also today, I watched and then rewatched parts of BookTV’s broadcast of Ken Auletta talking to Rishad Tobaccowala about Ken’s new book, Frenemies: The Epic Disruption of the Ad Business (and Everything Else).
During all that? I downloaded and installed 11.4.1 to my phone. It’s SO nice to be current as well as to know that my iphone Battery Health (Beta) is functioning at 96% Maximum Capacity, and although I don’t actually know what that means, it sounds very good. And good is good, or at least it’s good enough.
And now?
Maybe a little Maury and a 45-minute slow-cooked dinner of scrambled eggs and toast with a bit of butter and marmalade on the side.
Til next time.
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Friday, July 27, 2018
There you are at the public library browsing through the stacks to see what’s new.
You find something old and then find something not so old.
You check them both out and take them home.
Time passes.
There they are.
On the desk waiting.
They continue to wait.
You renew them online.
More time passes.
You renew them online again.
Then the final due date approaches exponentially, if in fact time can approach exponentially, which it probably can’t.
Eventually, it becomes the perfect time to read them.
AND it’s the weekend.
There you have it...a typical meandering thought as the month of August is about to begin.
Til next time.
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Sunday, July 22, 2018
Today, I caught Jonathan Salk on BookTV talking about his new book, A New Reality: Human Evolution for a Sustainable Future.
His talk was very scientific and dense with data.
The book is a definite, if not definitive, plan with wisdom and insight for how the planet and humans can coexist.
Also, I’m reading and listening to several books by Backman, George, Izzard, and Cumming.
It’s a busy summer.
(Footnote: That’s Fredrik, Elizabeth, Eddie, and Alan. End of footnote.)
And finally to paraphrase Stephen Fry who might have said if he’d thought of it, “Never trust someone who doesn’t like lemon meringue pie.”
Til next time.
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Saturday, July 21, 2018
Several years back, I became convinced I needed a Rhodia book of high-quality writing paper.
And now?
Still have it without a jot, note, scribble, or doodle contained within.
On a final and more substantive note, I caught on BookTV William Hensley, former lieutenant governor of Alaska, talking about his new book, Fifty Miles from Tomorrow: A Memoir of Alaska and the Real People.
His talk was brilliant, accessible, witty, wise, and historically accurate. And who doesn't need a book by that kind of writer.
Til next time.
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Friday, July 20, 2018
For some reason today, I thought of a demographer who spoke at a conference I attended a long while back. I couldn’t recall his name, but his numbers and wisdom were impressive. A few clicks on google, and there he was.
Harold L. (Bud) Hodgkinson
1931 - March 4, 2016
Til next time.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
It was so nice this past Sunday to listen to Sarah Weinman on BookTV talk about her new book. Her career as an editor, writer, critic, and promoter of all things bookish is second to none.
And then.
Jaron Lanier is a computer-systems creator, philosopher, musician, social analyst, business man, and renaissance thinker…from what I can tell from his BookTV talk.
His expertise is about the manipulation of human behavior by Google and Facebook. He recommends disconnecting. “Free yourself to free us all.”
But…
He also recommends that social media can help with
climate change
weapons of mass destruction
population control
All technology uses algorhythms algorithms, which Jaron seems to totally understand and which I cannot evidently even spell.
He postulates that maybe we can all be dragged into a Google computer server so that we can each live forever.
His message to hackers. Don’t hack…be decent.
His knowledge and ways of sharing are comforting. I’m glad he’s found a place and way to use his wisdom, talent, musicianship, kindness, altruism, rebellion, and clarity to his benefit and to ours. His previous book is Who Owns the Future. He thinks it still holds up. I’m bettin’ it does.
Technology is beautiful and increases our ability to be beautiful.
Science and technology and critics have helped everything get better.
He’s the real deal. Talented, joyous, smart, educated, free, altruistic, connected, admired, known, and worthy of authentic and lasting ovation…which he got.
Til next time.
Friday, July 7, 2018
Seems like the perfect time to start a new book. Actually I’ve already started it and read it twice, but what better book to read on a summery day in July than The Map and the Territory by Michel Houellebecq.
It’s French. It’s all about art and human needs. It’s philosophical. It’s about the unpredictable balance between effort and luck.
And. It’s got that je ne sais quoi attribute that only a book can provide.
I’m actually close to the end of the book where the detectives are investigating a beheading. Oh yeah. The book includes a beheading. So French.
What else?
There’s Michael. During one of his recent brilliant interviews, he said after reading the author’s book, “We take what we know and decide what to do with it.” Michael Silverblatt, my friend via the air waves. So philosophical. So smart. Surely he knows this.
Then what else?
Books on tape. Eddie Izzard still the most insightful comedic philosopher around. He pushes and pulls ideas until they resonate with his sensibilities. And then, of course, he hones those ideas into a coherent view of the world that is too, too ideal.
All this media…borders on between way too much and just about right. Plus today I’m trying a new drink, which also borders on between way too much and just about right. We’ll see. Way to go, Starbucks.
We. Will. See.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, July 3, 20142018
While I’m listening to Eddie Izzard read from his new book Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens, which has an unending and insightfully important number of footnotes, I’m enjoying, in his honor, a milky coffee.
The book is even better than the milky coffee.
(Footnote: And the coffee is truly great. End of footnote.)
I’m also getting ready for the nation’s birthday tomorrow by purchasing a new Anne Klein wrist watch at Macy’s even though I love my tarnished, rusty, and no-longer-working Anne Klein wrist watch that I purchased at Macy’s several years back.
Time marches on.
Til next time.
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Monday, July 2, 2018
Walking along. Looking around.
Glancing down. There it was.
A circular wonder.
A bird nest on the ground…far more interesting than the trade wars, which are driving up the price of tin foil, which Hershey purportedly (ala Kai Ryssdal’s Marketplace) uses to wrap its chocolate bars. Not good in the world of chocolate packaging although I just checked, and it seems that a modern-day Hershey bar now comes packaged in plastic rather than the old stand-by of tin foil from days past. Hmmm.
Til next time.
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Sunday, July 1, 2018
A leisurely Sunday with a couple cups of coffee, a live 3-hour interview on BookTV with Brad Thor, then The Sunday New York Times, and finally Glenn Gould playing French Suites by Bach.
It almost seems too self-indulgent. Maybe I should be working or thinking about working or getting ready to be working. But no.
It’s all about a leisurely Sunday with no work in sight. Except for maybe documenting the caffeine in various drinks:
Red Bull
80 mg of caffeine per 8.4 ounces
= 9.5 mg per ounce.
Starbucks Doubleshot Espresso Light
120 mg of caffeine per 6.5 ounces
= 18.5 mg per ounce.
Regular cup of home-brewed coffee
95 mg of caffeine per 8 ounces
= 11.8 mg per ounce.
The choice seems clear.
Some of each?
And finally, a new report just out:
People watch TV two hours a day.
People read books ten minutes a day.
I wonder what the new librarian of the Library of Congress might have to say about that.
Her name? Carla Hayden, and she is TERRIFIC.
I’ve heard her speak several times. BookTV of course.
Til next time.
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Thursday, June 28, 2018
I just learned of this news today even though it happened several weeks ago.
Richard Peck
April 5, 1934 – May 23, 2018
There’s nothing like learning about humanity through the stories in a book.
And Richard Peck’s stories never missed the mark. His stories were broad and true, straightforward and revealing.
The best way to know that you’re reading a really good book is that you lose track of the fact that you’re reading. At all.
You don’t have to reread. You don’t have to take notes. You don’t have to remember a character or a plot you’ve momentarily misplaced.
You’re just reading. You’re just there.
And that’s right where Richard Peck was. Always. There.
It’s not…except for the fact that these four are always in my peripheral vision through books and films. Plus, I just watched T2 Trainspotting. Can’t wait for the next 20-year follow-up. Might even rewatch the original although Ewan McGregor’s monologue about Choosing Life in T2 will be hard to match in any film. But of course he wasn’t the writer of this philosophical rant, he was merely the actor.
Ewan McGregor
Ewen Bremner
Ian McKellen
Ian McEwan
Moving on.
Seems like everywhere I look, there is Anthony Trollope (1815-1882). Perhaps I’m destined to read him. If so, I’m in luck.
I just bought six of his novels in one volume for my kindle, Chronicles of Barsetshire…all six books for 99 cents. Somehow, this just doesn’t seem right. It just doesn’t seem like a fair price for such well-regarded novels. Nevertheless, I’m grateful for the bargain.
But of course 99 cents back in Anthony’s day might go further and might even go farther than in today’s financial climate. And for the Trollope estate (assuming there is one), if a million people purchase this set for their kindles, then with “99 here and 99 there, pretty soon you’re talking real money,” (paraphrasing the inimitables Everett Dirksen and Daniel Patrick Moynihan).
Til next time.
Portrait by Napoleon Sarony.
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Tragic really.
$74.83 in art supplies including paper, paint, glue, brushes, and gold leaf foil (fake of course…it’s actually copper and zinc…but still pretty).
They say everyone is an artist. Unfortunately, that’s not the case with me. I know this because after making my purchases and creating a messy tragedy, I saw Christo’s new work. It’s stunning. He never fails to make it right.
Til next time.
Photo by David Azia.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
One thing leads to another, and in the case of books, Gogol leads to Pirates of Penzance. Interesting. Yes?
I just finished reading The Inspector General by Nikolai Gogol (1809-1852). It’s a comedy of errors involving Russians who are hopelessly hopeless. The very important Russian Inspector never arrives, the Governor spoils his life waiting for the Inspector, and the play ends with the full cast in one-and-a-half minutes of total silence on stage as the curtain falls.
Gogol got it all exactly right. The Russian people seem to be able to endure injustice and surreptitiously fight back at the same time. Not an easy trick. Literature may be the best way to achieve that aim.
Then. The Inspector General somehow sparked a memory of a song called Inspector General that I couldn’t get out of the loop in my head.
But after ten seconds of Googling…there it was. The song was NOT The Inspector General, it was actually The Major General from The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan. At last.
This corrective memory then leads to the NYTimes article from 1981 about Kevin Kline at the Delacorte Theater where Pirates was performed. Kevin won a Tony.
And there you have it. One thing always leads to another.
And now I’m going to finish watching A Lady of Letters by Alan Bennett starring Patricia Routledge. It’s scary how much I like this film. I should see if I can actually buy it on Amazon rather than watching it in three separate parts on youtube.
Click. Done. En route.
Til next time.
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Monday, June 18, 2018
To understand America, we must understand New Orleans. That is according to Professor Richard Campanella in a C-SPAN2 tour of American cities.
As he was driving through the city, he gave a brilliant lecture (WHILE HE WAS DRIVING) on everything that makes New Orleans central to the rest of the nation. It was thrilling to listen to his unscripted summary and analysis of New Orleans and its history.
I wonder if everybody gets goose bumps when they hear something this good. Hope so. Or maybe I’m just easily but profoundly inspired. Anyhoo, here tis:
“You can’t know the rest of the nation unless you know New Orleans. In many ways it’s the essence of the nation even as it’s also often times the exception to the nation. This was the soft southern underbelly of the North American continent.
It’s where the Caribbean and the South Atlantic and the African and the Mediterranean and the Latin world connected in with this vast hinterland of what proved to be the wealthiest valley on earth…the Mississippi valley.
This vast river flowing through this hinterland, this vast foreland connecting all these diverse cultures…how could there not be a fascinating city…a nodal location pivoting those two together.
It was a mostly Catholic city in a mostly Protestant nation.
It was a mostly Roman civil-law society in a mostly English common-law nation.
It was a French long-lot surveying region in a township- and range-surveying nation.
It was a Francophone city in a mostly Anglophone nation.
It was a West Indian architecture city in a mostly Neo-Classical Greek Revival nation.
And so you have all these differentiations but that eventually assimilated and hybridized and affected the rest of the nation in the form of the music and the food as well as the architecture.”
The entire 17-minute lecture was terrific. C’est tres beaucoup.
Til next time.
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Sunday, June 17, 2018
Found objects and cows.
An amateur with a camera is always risky…especially on a Sunday.
Feather
Rock
Butterfly
Cardinal skull
And the safety of a herd.
Til next time.
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Saturday, June 16, 2018
Four unrelated observations today:
1. Ronan Farrow was on BookTV talking about his new book War on Peace: The End of Diplomacy and the Decline of American Influence. Ronan won a Pulitzer Prize. He graduated with a J.D. from Yale at age 22. He’s a serious thinker. In his latest book, he talks to all nine former Secretaries of State. The take away? He has access to people who serve, superior analytical skills, and significant linguistic abilities. Well done, he. Also, he did mention that (paraphrasing) “George Shultz is grumpy in his views of the State Department. And he’s earned the right to be. After all, he is 97.” Plus. Ronan has Mia’s smile. Nice. Also, he was interviewed by James F. Hoge, Jr.
2. I wonder if there are serious problems with hero worship. Lin-Manuel Miranda. Hamilton. Broadway. I should probably check the latest DSM. What more can I say.
3. Book Culture is a newish bookstore in Manhattan. On Columbus between 81st and 82nd. The owners are committed to authors. One part-owner is Rick MacArthur, President and Publisher of Harper’s Magazine.
4. I submitted a proposal to Jeff Bezos after his announcement last year about his philanthropic giving. I haven’t heard back. Even after a follow-up letter. And now? Still hopeful. So, Jeff…you there?
Til next time.
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waiting...waiting...waiting...
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
A question about USA and North Korea relations.
Will the pursuit of capitalism and commerce be more effective at achieving peace than insisting on democracy and decency?
We. Will. Have. To. Wait. And. See.
And now?
I’m between books. I hate when that happens.
Til next time.
Ah. A little help with some summer reading.
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
A Book of American Martyrs by Joyce Carol Oates.
Gus, Jenna, and Naomi Voorhees of Michigan.
vs.
Luther, Edna Mae, and Dawn Dunphy of Ohio.
The book builds a medical, moral, economic, philosophical, and religious stage on which these six main players pursue their lives over a 30-year period. This book is the obvious sequel to Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale and presents a stripped-down view of the fracturing that happens when single perspectives meet multiple ones.
And like all serious writers, JCO leaves the answers to her questions explicitly unanswered.
And finally, if Harm de Blij was correct, we are our geography.
It’s still unimaginable. All of it.
Til next time.
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Monday, June 11, 2018
Net Neutrality vs. Open Internet Rule
FTC FCC
As of today, the Open Internet Rule will ultimately result in higher prices for broadband service although the FCC says it is committed to providing faster, cheaper internet service to everyone.
However, the prediction is that the OIR will allow ATT to slow down service to those who do not have totally bundled ATT contracts.
Ultimately, if customers want the same fast speed they now already receive, their rates will be raised unless they bundle with ATT, which will in many cases cost more than shopping for services via various companies.
And of course paying more is not the definition of cheaper.
The general consensus among those who represent those who are not of the corporate voice is that this decision will deepen the digital divide, the cultural divide, and the nation’s economic divide.
Me? I’m keeping my eye on the bill.
Right down to the penny, pound, franc, and deutschmark. (I sure like this phrase. Wonder where I heard it.)
Til next time.
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Sunday, June 10, 2018
BookTV was live today from the Printers Row Lit Fest in Chicago. Eliza Griswold was featured.
She has written a narrative of what happens to farm families in southwest Pennsylvania when oil and gas companies engage in fraccing and thereby poison the area’s drinking water.
The Pennsylvania Supreme Court ruled that:
“People are entitled to clean air, pure water, and to the preservation of the natural, scenic, historic and esthetic values of the environment. Pennsylvania’s public natural resources are the common property of all the people, including generations yet to come. As trustee of these resources, the Commonwealth shall conserve and maintain them for the benefit of all the people.”
Eliza’s book is titled Amity and Prosperity: One Family and the Fracturing of America.
In the end, the only solution to this ongoing problem is to develop a completely reliable solar-energy system worldwide.
For today and through her book, it seems like there are heroes everywhere. Farmers, scientists, lawyers, writers, judges, newspapers, cable broadcasters, and the EPA.
They persisted.
Down to the last
Penny
Pound
Franc and
Deutschmark
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Friday, June 8, 2018
Write one true sentence.
The man knew.
Food. Politics. People. Truth. Generosity.
It’s unimaginable.
June 25, 1956 to June 8, 2018.
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Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Tituss Burgess.
What a star. It’s so great to watch him on Kimmy and to listen to him sing. And while there is a lot of additional star-quality talent on that show, Tituss is by far the starriest.
But then again, there’s also Jon Hamm whose character is in prison where he belongs. Watching Jon reminds me of the series he did with Daniel Radcliffe titled, A Young Doctor’s Notebook, which is classified as a dark British comedy…and it is. Dark. But really good. And even if it is dark, maybe I’ll rewatch it.
It can’t be darker than A Book of American Martyrs, with which I’m three-fourths finished and waiting for a good ending or at least AN ending. It’s a long book with many angles.
Whoo.
But. Back to Tituss.
His mom is said to have named him Tituss with two ss at the end of his name in order to match the two ss at the end of Burgess.
A deeeelightful story. If true. Even if not.
I bet he’s a really nice guy with a very cool mom.
Til next time.
Photography from Vanity Fair.
Monday, June 4, 2018
Carefully watched Apple’s WWDC18 and was less than inspired, which I never like to be.
So.
In case Apple is interested in one consumer’s opinion, here tis.
I don’t need memoji. Why you say? Because I’m not 12.
I don’t need animoji. Why you say? Because I’m not 10.
I don’t need augmented reality (AR). Why you say? Because I have enough toys.
I don’t need auto indexing of my photos. Why you say? I index my own photos.
I don’t need “sharing suggestions” for my photos. Why you say? Because I already know what to share and with whom to share it.
I don’t need the Siri “short cut” for organizing my life. Why you say? Because I like organizing my own life without a reminder to order a coffee on my way home. Ordering a coffee on my way home will either occur to me or it won’t. And if it doesn't, it's a good excuse to go back out.
I don’t need Apple Books. Why you say? Because I have a Kindle.
I don’t need Apple Stocks with its corresponding adjudicated business news. Why you say? Because I read The New York Times.
I don’t need news notifications. Why you say? Because I have BBCAmerica on my cable TV.
I don’t need grouped notifications. Why you say? Because my brain will do this for me at no extra charge.
I don’t need “screen time” monitoring. Why you say? Because I monitor my own time. And more importantly, Apple already knows WAY too much about me.
I don’t need voice memos. Why you say? Because the whole world already has this. It’s called voicemail.
I don’t need Group Facetime. Why you say? Because genuine communication requires having skin not screen in the game.
I don’t need WatchOS. Why you say? Because it’s too creepy to keep looking at my wrist, and plus…I don’t do yoga.
I don’t need “Walkie-Talkie.” Why you say? Because I can walk into the other room and say, “Did you eat my Doritos?”
I don’t need Apple Watch Competition in my life. Why you say? Because competition is the antithesis of living a moral and balanced life.
I don’t need “Hey, Siri” deleted. Why you say? Because I need my system to be dependent on my voice commands rather than on my wrist being raised.
I don’t need to be awed by photos of earth’s city lights on AppleTV’s 4KHDR via NASA. Why you say? Because I need to know that Apple is working to reduce light pollution worldwide.
It seems to me, Tim, that much of this software is nothing more than a giant surveillance system.
Whoa!!! Too grumpy?
Yes. WAY too grumpy.
Sorry. I just REALLY want Apple to do better. You will never find a more loyal Apple supporter than me...than I...Hmmm...
So.
Where’s the list of Apple stuff that I actually DO need?
I need:
Guaranteed privacy and security for texts and email.
FAST, fast, fast connectivity through both wifi and cellular systems.
Long battery life on all my Apple products.
Apple products made in America.
Continued commitment to My Photo Stream, which was NOTICEABLY absent in the presentation.
Apple presence worldwide in K-12 schools.
Loyalty points worth Apple Bucks for long-time customers.
Bigger commitment to MacOS for those who work at a proper desk with a proper keyboard.
A Siri system that actually understands me and gives me info about Francois-Rene de Chateaubriand when I ask for it rather than telling me that “I can’t translate into Chateaubriand yet.”
So. Still too grumpy?
Perhaps.
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Nothing to do now but… “Hey Siri, order me an iced skinny mocha latte with caramel at the nearest Starbucks.”
Wait.
One final thing. During the final few minutes of the WWDC18 broadcast, interviews with family members of Apple developers were shown. The brother of the inventor of Yelp shared that Jeremy had tried and failed to develop Yelp and had had to retool and restudy his data. What did he discover when he restudied his data? Jeremy discovered that people loved writing comments. They didn’t want to just click. They wanted to be heard.
Ditto.
Think I’ll give Tim a quick call.
Til next time.
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Saturday, June 2, 2018
Wow. Four weeks of Book Reviews to read and ponder. How did this happen?
Til next time.
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Friday, June 1, 2018
I caught a bit of the documentary about Serena Williams on HBO. Oh my gosh.
What talent. What ambition. What drive. What a champion.
The elite players at her level of accomplishment are totally focused on their tennis game while I seem to be totally focused on why this photo I just took of a bowl of apples in my lovely Mason Cash bowl is OUT of focus.
I’m betting it’s the absence of Malcolm Gladwell’s recommendation for 10,000 hours of practice taking photos.
So. What now? Back to Joyce Carol Oates’s A Book of American Martyrs?
Or...
Perhaps an analysis of truth in advertising is in order.
Still. Yum.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Suddenly, I’m obsessed with taking photos of food.
So, I’ve rigged up a blue background and bought some fruit.
Now for the trouble.
The fancy, schmancy camera I bought keeps changing the color of the blue background in spite of my hours and hours of trying to not have that happen.
On top of that, the camera even changed the orientation from landscape to portrait also without me asking it to do so.
What now? More photos? More informative youtubes?
I just don’t know.
What I do know is that I ate the avocado, and it was delicious.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Last week, Michael Silverblatt interviewed Joyce Carol Oates about her new book A Book of American Martyrs.
It was Michael’s usual great interview. I’m half-way into the book, and it’s a serious look at big issues, justice from multiple perspectives, and social mores in America.
THEN…I’m watching (in spite of the show’s recent troubling revelations) Arrested Development at the gym. The real talent, the real stars, the real folks to watch for the next few decades are…Alia Shawkat and Michael Cera. Totally great actors who seem like really decent people.
Til next time.
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Monday, May 28, 2018
After reading A. O. Scott’s mostly positive but suspiciously tentative review of Book Club, I went to see it yesterday afternoon.
I should have trusted my skepticism. For me, the film marginalized the very thing it was trying to portray in a big, big way. So...I’m recommending a complete rewrite.
Or…the four main actresses could donate their salaries to a women’s shelter in the city of their choice.
Also, facebook had an ad at the movies assuring the nation that facebook is now aggressively vetting their news feeds to ensure that fake news will no longer be allowed to exist.
On a brighter note, I saw my first firefly of the season last night on my after-the-movie stroll.
Til next time.
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Sunday, May 27, 2018
Barbara, Barbara, Barbara.
Such a thinker. Such a scientific mind. For such a long time.
She was talking about her new book today on BookTV. I loved listening to her today and in 2002 when I met her at a book talk in NYC where she signed my book and chatted with me afterwards like an old friend. Delightful.
Today, she said that being outside academe gives her a chance to study and ask questions about whatever she is currently interested in as opposed to being required to write a scholarly paper on one specific aspect of her discipline. Her Ph.D. is in science, and she has pursued social equity and science issues for lots of decades.
Both personally and professionally, she is accurate, accessible, independent, and fun. Her newest book among many? Natural Causes.
Til next time.
Signed, read, and reread.
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Philip Roth died today. Manhattan. Congestive heart failure. Age 85.
The NYT obituary was a thorough accounting of his life’s work and could not have been written by anyone other than Charles McGrath.
Roth retired from writing in 2012.
The post-it note on his computer said, “The struggle with writing is done.”
What a life.
I actually wish he had pursued his initial plan when he was first starting out in college of becoming “a lawyer for the underdog.”
Then again, a good mind is valuable regardless of where it lands.
And his landed well.
Til next time.
Page 36 in Jill Krementz's The Writer's Desk.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Books aside today…time for planning to see a few good movies this summer:
The Seagull
Annette Bening
Boundaries
Vera Farmiga
Puzzle
Kelly MacDonald
The Wife
Glenn Close
And then there’s HBO’s Westworld, which has most recently been transformed into Shogun World.
Please send me the CliffsNotes/SparkNotes…either one. I’m having trouble following along. So. Thanks. But even if I do read the Notes, I may still not be able to figure out which character is a robot and which character is a human and why they are all massacring each other pretty much non-stop for an entire hour each week. Not good. On several levels.
And finally, speaking of real estate, David and Peggy Rockefeller’s home at 146 E. 65th sold for $20 million…down from the initial asking price of $32 million. The home was purchased by Doug Band.
I wonder if he’ll do the airbnb thing.
Probably not.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Three Things Today:
1. 100 million people between 1918 and 1920 died of Spanish flu.
One of those who died was the German sociologist Max Weber who created the idea of status theory and the discipline of sociology.
His three big sociological groups are:
a. Social class (owner vs. renter)
b. Social status (non-economic=honor, prestige, religion)
c. Political party
These three attributes influence ones chances at opportunities to improve your life. SO…Max Weber…further study is on the horizon…much beyond Wikipedia…even though that’s a totally great place to start.
2. Today, suddenly, it clicked. I saw the word contemporaneous and knew what it meant, which reminded me of a word that I NEVER remembered what it meant. That elusive word? Extemporaneous.
Contemporaneous=concurrent or existing in the same period of time. Extemporaneous=impromptu or done without preparation
This all leads me to my wish that I had taken Latin at some point in my formal education.
Not too late you say?
Oh. Yeah...well…right.
3. I read a piece about Leslie Manville in today’s NYTimes. Leslie is starring in Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey into Night. I saw this play with Vanessa Redgrave and came away thinking that I would probably never see another play as intense as this one. Vanessa was joined on stage by Brian Dennehy, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Robert Sean Leonard. The piece about Leslie in today’s paper was less about the play and more about Leslie’s unceasing effort to continue acting in spite of all the ways in which it’s all been an uphill climb. I’ve loved her in everything I’ve seen. I’ll probably forego this rendition of Long Day’s Journey, but I’ll definitely be there for her next big movie role.
Okay. One more thing. Not Three Things Today. Four.
4. I think I’ve made a huge mistake. After purchasing six new bookcases in the past five years, I decided I’d stop buying physical books and start storing them on my kindle. That’s the mistake. The huge mistake. I want the physical book and not the virtual book. Looking at a book on a screen is just not the same as holding the book and getting a physical sense of its weight, its author’s efforts, and its place in the universe. So now I’m going to start a new budget for restoring my book-buying habit and buy all the books that are now mere flickers of light on a plastic device of a mere few ounces.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2018
I finished reading The Book of Dust: La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman. It was great.
It’s the prior story to the story of Lyra in The Golden Compass. The entire series is profoundly good.
But it was almost too much to believe that a fairly young boy could withstand floods, heavy rain, howling wind, bad guys, more floods, more heavy rain, more bad guys, and even more floods in scene after scene which mostly took place in a canoe with a broken paddle toward the end.
The text kept saying how exhausted and tired Malcolm was, and I totally believed it.
Pullman's use of dæmons to demonstrate the inner spirit of each of his characters is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. A lovely dæmon assigned at birth and completely committed to the welfare of its owner…is a lovely thought indeed.
This particular book is the first in his new trilogy. And I’ll absolutely be there for numbers two and three regardless of how exhausted Malcolm and I might become.
Much thanks to Mr. Pullman for fighting the good fight.
Til next time.
Photo from The Guardian.
Monday, May 14, 2018
In the unlikely event that I can’t get a ticket to Edward Albee’s Three Tall Women, I’ve at least checked out the play from the library.
Public libraries…there wouldn’t be life without them.
You drink a lot of Starbucks and it's easy to forget that it was founded by a pretty decent fellow…Howard Schultz.
He was on BookTV today getting an award from the Atlantic Council for being a pretty decent guy surely but mostly for being a leader of leaders.
His award is called the 2018 Atlantic Council Distinguished Leadership Award.
His remarks and answers to questions were exactly the kind of thing the country needs to hear from all its leaders.
Starbucks has 28,000 stores in the USA and has 3,000 in China where the company is headed by Starbucks CEO, Belinda Wong (who evidently is a case study in drive, ambition, leadership, accomplishment, and unstoppability).
The Starbucks story is inspiring to hear. It’s such a unique example of how capitalism and servant-leadership can symbiotically co-exist and thrive. Howard was there with his wife and kids and was interviewed by David Ignatius of The Washington Post.
Along with food, music, art, literature, and gardening…there’s coffee to make life good.
Buon caffè.
Til next time.
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Friday, May 11, 2018
Really.
I’ve got to stop doing this.
But honestly, I probably won’t.
So what is it that I probably won’t stop doing?
I probably won’t stop zooming around as if on a plane collecting random snippets of book recommendations from various authors, critics, and publishers about what to read next.
For example, I just this minute read recommendations by Dambisa Moyo in her By the Book interview in The New York Times, and she said she liked The Government Inspector by Nikolai Gogol.
And since I’m a totally dedicated fan of Gogol ever since I saw that movie The Namesake starring Kal Penn and Irrfan Khan wherein Irrfan named his son after Gogol, and ever since I’ve read all the books by Jhumpa Lahiri who brilliantly wrote The Namesake, I went to Amazon. And there it was.
The Government Inspector by Nikolai Gogol available on my Kindle for ninety-nine cents.
What a gift.
Click.
So, yeah.
I probably won’t stop zooming around even though it’s probably MUCH better to settle on one or two authors and read their entire body of work. But wait. Maybe I’ve already done that…mostly.
Gore Vidal
Jhumpa Lahiri
Sherman Alexi
Kate DiCamillo
Karl Ove Knausgaard
Barbara Kingsolver
Toni Morrison
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Eduardo Galeano
Frank McCourt
Christopher Paul Curtis
Wow.
However, that still leaves on my radar for reading their whole body of work Italo Calvino, Salman Rushdie, Edith Wharton, Franz Kafka… And more.
All these thoughts?
Sponsored today by two cups of coffee.
Thanks, Starbucks.
But wait. A bit more random clicking around, and I’ve stumbled onto by predetermined fate and/or unavoidable accident a totally free copy of Memoirs of a Madman by Gogol on the Gutenberg site.
Gutenberg.net…priceless.
Here’s the Gutenberg creed, which Facebook should consider appropriately adapting and immediately adopting:
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it…
Wikipedia...expanding knowledge one click at a time.
Monday, May 7, 2018
Finished reading a smidgin of David Baldacci’s book, One Summer. Got to the point where the father is almost dying, the mother is dead, the children are a mess, and the whole thing is just too depressing, real, troubling, and/or predictable…so…I moved on to…The Little Paris Bookshop, which had an equal number of deaths, mournings, and lost souls but which was outstanding.
The Little Paris Bookshop was about Jean, Max, Luc, Manon, and a host of other characters who each sought wisdom from books that were sold specifically to them from a barge on the Seine. Totally a great premise, and it ended just right.
Plus, Kafka and Lindgren were cozy companions and seemed extra smart for cats on a barge.
And finally as well as sadly, this tiny little postcard is one of my very, very, very few souvenirs from Paris. What was I thinking? Customs. Bah.
Til next time.
Me and Mona. Mona and Me.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
I finished reading The Woman in the Window by A. J. Finn. The movie rights have been purchased. It’s a mystery thriller in the vein of Hitchcock and is very effective at featuring a woman who may or may not be stable. But my guess is that when they make the movie, they will not have her wandering around outside soaking wet in her bathrobe in the rain while tripping and falling down with virtually every stumbling step she takes. Just a guess. AND it was a really good read.
Also, I heard that Christie’s auctioned off 500 million dollars worth of china, porcelain, paintings, and jewelry that all belonged to Peggy and David Rockefeller.
Do two people really need that much stuff?
The answer is…maybe?
No. The answer is no.
In something unrelated, I heard Alan Bennett make the observation that there is a “childhood preference for the familiar.” I think that’s probably true, but it’s probably also true that the preference for the familiar is for all living creatures for their entire lifespans.
Familiar. Such a nice word.
And finally, I bought a shoe by Ralph Lauren. If only I could afford the other one. Ha.
Seriously. Ralph, Ralph, Ralph. Seriously.
Would you wear that shoe?
Could you wear that shoe?
Even more seriously. I thought the women’s movement had spoken.
Maybe next season.
Ralph, help us out here.
Til next time.
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My lovely Keds inspired by Jonathan Kozol.
Friday, May 4, 2018
Two Japanese writers keep popping up everywhere I look.
Haruki Murakami wrote The Strange Library. He lives in Japan.
Kazuo Ishiguro wrote The Remains of the Day. He lives in England.
Since there are plenty of youtube videos of them individually discussing their work, I’m sure I’ll learn a lot about each of them.
At any rate, their names are now here in one place so that I don’t have to keep looking them up as I try to remember the names of these two specific writers and these two specific books.
Thanks, Google. You are very helpful.
Til next time.
Google...old or new...consistently helpful.
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Michiko Kakutani is a retired book editor for The New York Times. She retired last summer after reviewing books for 38 years.
For some reason I thought of her today and found a site that summed up some of her reviews.
But because some of these brief summaries seemed a bit harsh, I looked further and found what appears to be a link to all of her reviews in their completeness rather than in summary.
https://www.nytimes.com/by/michiko-kakutani
Seems like a great find…and it is.
Me and The New York Times…two peas in a pod.
NOTE TO APPLE IN CASE THEY’RE READING THIS: the nytimes.com site many times shuts down on Safari but never on Google Chrome.
Hmmm. So use Google Chrome you say? I do. But…I’m more suspicious of being tracked by Google than by Apple.
But then again, I bought a new purse yesterday, and now I’m being shown ads for even newer and better purses on both Safari and Chrome.
So since it doesn’t seem to matter how much one tries to avoid being tracked, I might as well be unmindful and go with Google Chrome at least for The Times.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, May 1, 2018
NPR put together a montage of the best books of 2017:
http://apps.npr.org/best-books-2017/
Can there be anything better?
Maybe.
How about twenty-five years worth of conversations between Michael Silverblatt and Kazuo Ishiguro who just won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2017 and the Booker in 1989.
In the somewhat disturbing and sometimes slow-moving Justified on Amazon Prime, Patton Oswalt is a new character named Bob who absolutely and instantly steals every scene and holds it until the camera cuts away. Awesome.
And today’s two favorite lines from two other Justified characters:
“Not a word.”
“Not a problem.”
Til next time.
NPR...nothing quite like it.
Saturday, April 28, 2018
The Interestings. Finished reading this. But reluctantly. Came highly recommended. Beware recommendations. The reason? A book about the fictional lives of people on easy street who are blithely unaware of life outside their own insulated cohort is either too sad or too true or possibly both to read seriously.
On the other hand. Maisie Dobbs. Historical fiction. Journey to Munich. Fictional characters who view the world and their personal lives as connected and equally deserving of their attention are my cup of tea.
Then.
The Woman in the Window. Wow. Three pages in. I’m hooked. Totally.
Also.
Watching BookTV live from Maryland today. Decided to define two words:
Plutocracy = a society ruled by the wealthy.
Oligarchy = a society ruled by the few…as in Russia, China, North Korea.
Also.
Kai Ryssdal had jury duty in LA yesterday.
Chris Thile was live in NYC today.
All these live broadcasts allowed me to watch, learn, and listen while at the same time imbibe in online shopping via Amazon Prime. Go team.
And finally, I watched J.B. Priestley’s An Inspector Calls. Loved it. Once again, Amazon Prime.
And once again, due to Alan Bennett via Alex Jennings in The Lady in the Van mentioning J. B. Priestley, I found a new author as well as a new film.
Amazon Prime. Totally great.
HOWEVER, they are increasing their Prime price by $20 later this year.
Hmmm. Much to consider.
Til next time.
Rich Dworsky and Chris Thile doing what they do.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Today I’ve stumbled into a study of Edna St. Vincent Millay, which connected me to Zelda Fitzgerald with references to Sylvia Path.
Creative women. Bright beginnings. Harsh endings.
Burning candles at both ends without ever feeling the light.
Another thought. What is reality? That’s the question. What is reality?
Well, according to the TV show Westworld, reality is that which is irreplaceable.
Today the Dow dropped 424 points, and I bought a jar of Kikkoman Plum Sauce.
For real.
Mostly.
Til next time.
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Saturday, April 21, 2018
The theme for the day is self-reliance.
I was watching the LA Times Festival of Books broadcast live on BookTV today and watched an author talk about the real life of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Evidently, Laura was a big believer in self-reliance to the extent that she was opposed to FDR’s New Deal. This was very surprising. I may have to read this author’s biography of LIW.
Caroline Fraser is the author. The book is Prairie Fire: The American Dreams of Lauran Ingalls Wilder.
This puts me in mind of the autobiography of Benjamin Franklin who was also an advocate of self-reliance. I may reread his book.
And then, also, Visionary Women is a new book by Andrea Barnet.
The four women featured are:
Rachel Carson
Jane Jacobs
Jane Goodall
Alice Waters.
When Andrea first started the book’s research, she mentioned that she had asked herself, “Am I one of those who has read Silent Spring and just thought that I read it?”
Et tu, Marsha?
And finally, Tracy K. Smith was live on livefromhere.org tonight reading poetry from Town Hall, NYC. I watched. I listened.
And one more finally from liverfromhere.org, I watched Fred Newman do a solo and soft shoe dance to “I’m sitting on top of the world.” I bet I’m the only woman in America who has an original copy of Zounds! with the original vinyl that still works like a charm (if you have a turntable that is…which…I do).
Quite a day.
Til next time.
Hip, Hip...
Hooray!
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Maybe it’s a Shakespeare Folio, a Mozart Manuscript, a Gutenberg Bible, or the dress of Charlotte Bronte, but whatever I find it takes my breath away at every turn and only at the Morgan.
These are a bit of springtime nostalgia from November 12, 2016.
Til next time.
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The Morgan library; the place where all the goodness resides.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Finished reading David Grossman’s A Horse Walks Into a Bar.
It won the Booker International Prize. I couldn’t put it down. It captured a man’s life from potential to demise all taking place on the stage of a comedy club.
I also begrudgingly finished reading The Wife Between Us, which got four stars on Amazon and oddly enough pretty bad reviews. I kept waiting for the two women characters to be described as other than shrinking, trembling, fumbling, or shaking. Never happened. Goodness, it’s 2018. Plus, there’s the Joan of Arc play coming up on Broad Way.
And now? I’m between books.
I hate when that happens.
But being between books allows me time to slowly ease into Justified. This show can become repetitive, but I'm giving it a bit of a go. But only a bit. The best thing so far is that I caught a screenshot of two long shadows just leaving prison. Not bad.
Two more tidbits:
Erasmus
Dutch Renaissance
born 1466 Netherlands
died 1536 Switzerland
and
Martin Luther
German Reformationist
born 1483 Germany
died 1546 Germany
Featured in Fatal Discord: Erasmus, Luther, and the Fight for the Western Mind by Michael Massing
Til next time.
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Monday, April 16, 2018
This week I’m catching up on old episodes of Nero Wolfe written by Rex Stout and played by the late Maury Chaykin (1949-2010).
Nero is a detective who is dedicated to the perfection of food and drink and is of the opinion that nothing corrupts a man so deeply as writing a book. Delicious.
Also.
Billions. This is a show I am VERY suspicious of. I put off watching it for three seasons, but I’ve finally succumbed to the possibility that it might be good. And it is. And I’m hooked.
However.
What if this is really the way it is on Wall Street?
Wait. There’s Condola Rashad as a key player in Billions and who I thought might be related to Phylicia Rashad. How many Rashads in show biz can there be? And she is. Related. AND she’s playing Saint Joan on Broadway. Quite a major talent. And quite a serious actress.
Saint Joan written by George Bernard Shaw in 1923.
GBS born in 1856 (Ireland);
died in 1950 (England).
Then there’s the music at the end of each Billions episode with my three favorites so far.
2/11
Even the Losers
Tom Petty
2/12
Homecoming
Josh Ritter
3/3
You Want it Darker
Leonard Cohen
Til next time.
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Sunday, April 15, 2018
After listening today to Howard Giles Unger on BookTV talk about Richard Henry Lee, it is my loss to not know more about Cincinnatus (military leader) and Cicero (statesman and orator).
It appears that the list of things I do not know is significantly (p < .05) longer than the list of things I do know. This is not good.
One thing I do know is that Humoresque was composed by a Czech composer Antonín Leopold Dvořák, and it’s played with aplomb by Itzhak Perlman and Yo-Yo Ma.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgAzqlIcs4k
Two more small things I know.
It’s called a stingy brim.
Walter Mosley’s hat.
I’m three weeks behind.
Really?
Yes.
This appears to be true.
Til next time.
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Saturday, April 14, 2018
Three writers at the San Antonio Book Festival via BookTV got it all just right. Class and poverty in America was their topic.
J. R. Helton…Bad Jobs and Poor Decisions
Bryan Mealer…The Kings of Big Spring
Jose Antonio Rodriquez…House Built on Ashes
It was a wonderful opportunity to hear from three open and honest writers about their lives, their struggles, and their successes.
While the internet is complete with gadgets, glitter, and glamour, NPR and BookTV always save the day.
Chris Thile streamed live from Town Hall in NYC this evening. His virtuosity on the mandolin is profound. And it was his wife’s birthday today.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Just when you notice something that is way cool and that seems to be real, you discover…it’s not. Real.
For example, I’ve recently started seeing the word amanuensis everywhere I look. And I started thinking, “Wow. Cool, a new word that I’ve never seen, and now it’s everywhere I look.”
But.
It turns out I probably have seen it and just didn’t notice it until BLAM, it just SEEMS to be everywhere.
This phenomenon of seeing something that you THINK is new and that is suddenly everywhere you look has a name.
The name of that phenomenon?
It’s called the Frequency Illusion.
It’s an illusion. An illusion. Unbelievable.
Everywhere I look, there it is. Amanuensis. An illusion.
Turns out that the word amanuensis has been lurking around here all this time, and I just didn’t notice it.
Therefore. This begs the question, “What else am I missing?”
At any rate, an amanuensis is a literary assistant who among other things writes from dictations or copies manuscripts. Good to know.
Also good to know…
The Frequency Illusion concept is part of a bigger list of things under the heading of cognitive biases.
In unrelated matters, in closing, and at day’s end, thanks to Kai Ryssdal, I now know:
A Harvard survey asked, “Do you trust Facebook to do the right thing?”
71% said no.
The same survey asked, “Do you trust Congress to do the right thing?”
79% said no.
Real. Not an illusion.
There may be trouble ahead.
Til next time.
Not an illusion...my favorite pencil box from the Met.
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Finished reading two books this week, one short story, and saw a movie…Ready Player One.
1. Beartown: A Novel by Fredrik Backman.
I had no idea I was capable of reading a book about high school ice hockey. But there you have it. Total immersion and a total surprise. While the book was indeed about hockey, it was mostly about dominance, angst, missed opportunities, big plans, and the total randomness of the geographical placement of people on the planet. The teachers, coaches, players, kids, parents, fans, bar owner, male aggression…they all played a huge part in the plot of this story, which come to think of it, I’m not even sure that there was a single plot. Instead, there were overlapping plots with completely separate stories of the lives of the characters. And in the end, a four-year-old girl shows up to lead the cavalry with the promise to save the day…an alpha female who is completely unaware of her destiny. A great ending to a really thoughtful book.
2. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas.
Poverty, strength, family, racial divides, financial divides, educational divides, drug wars, community, aggression, anger, decency. It’s all there. As I read, I kept thinking, oh my gosh, what else can go wrong for these characters. Drugs, prison, poverty, violence, death, injustice, riots, and nowhere to go but up. Maybe the worst part of the situations in which the characters find themselves is that it echoes life so realistically. And the saddest part of that takeaway? It doesn’t have to be this way. We could all do better. The fires and explosions at the end of the book are so unjust and maddening that it almost appears that there is no hope. However, because the book features a huge cast including Starr Carter, Tupac, and Kendrick Lamar, it’s possible that in the future, everything will be Alright.
Evidently, there’s nothing the man can’t do. The 3D impact of this movie established new heights for the flicks. And of course, Mark Rylance was better than perfect…if that’s a thing. And it is. And after watching the movie, I've decided I probably need to create my own avatar complete with dæmon, reading glasses, and an overstuffed chair with a nice side-table for snacks.
And now? Too much reading and not enough treadmilling.
Til next time.
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Monday, April 2, 2018
What’s better than arriving at your office and finding three new packages delivered from Strand Books? Not much.
Looks like the start of a busy month.
Other good news. Today…just today. I discovered that my habit of four-per-day Snackwells are ten times as good when refrigerated.
Who knew that a Monday could be so sweet.
Til next time.
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Hey Siri, can you spell product placement?
Sunday, April 1, 2018
Walter Mosley was live on BookTV today for three hours. Splendid. Every minute. He was generous, pleasant, supportive of all callers, wise, literary, and an all-around good guy. He seems very busy with his next book, his musical, his book-to-movie endeavors, and his favorite meal of blue crab gumbo with okra. He was a total pro with exactly the right amount of hospitality, advice, and encouragement.
Also.
For ten years, maybe more or perhaps a bit less, I’ve been wanting to make a really huge timeline that shows when certain people lived and died. I wanted to show overlaps between and within groups.
WELL…today was the day.
After days of planning and hours of effort as well as several different prototypes along with plenty of tape, I’ve completed a rough draft. And yet, sadly, after all this energy, the whole thing has turned out to be much less than I had hoped.
I wonder if Elon Musk ever feels that way. Probably not.
Back to my chart.
The purple represents artists, the green politicians, the orange scientists. All from 1300 to an optimistically 2050. I included Joan of Arc as a politician but erroneously left off a world hero known as Eleanor Roosevelt. So back to the drawing board and possibly square one.
Til next time.
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Saturday, March 31, 2018
It’s a hmmmm sort of a day.
An author today on BookTV said that the days of Walter Cronkite are over. That’s a shame because we need generous, independent, non-self-serving people who can gather, curate, connect, and explain news events so that they make contextual and historical sense.
On the other hand, there’s a man named Erik Hagerman in Ohio who has stopped all media coming into his life. He farms, buys groceries, visits with his friends, reads, makes art, and swims in his pond…all pretty normal stuff…but without the constant drip, drip, drip of the ubiquitous news.
Tempting.
But…
No BookTV? No New Yorker? No Bookworm? No TimesTalks? No Marketplace? No Dark Money?
Might be doable.
But then I would have missed out on a BookTV historian who studies the history of social movements and their impact on public policy. Nancy MacLean. Very compelling data and arguments.
So it looks as though I’ll be moving forward with media intact.
AND. I found a photo of the perfect reading environment that I may try to duplicate.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2018
I don’t know exactly how I wound up listening to a fifteen-year-old interview and then an eighteen-year-old interview with Harold Bloom. I just know that I did.
Oh, yes, now I remember. It's amazing what the mind will do when it's allowed to drift around here and there. I wonder if that's a bad thing.
At any rate over a period of a few days and several hours...I was watching (again) Frances de la Tour and Alan Bennett talk about the National Theatre in London and then decided to rewatch (again) The Lady in the Van and after that decided to rewatch (again) Alan Bennett and Alex Jennings talk about the whole thing…all over again.
And suddenly I thought, wait…Alex Jennings. What do I actually know about him? A quick Google shows Olivier Awards and on and on right up to Peer Gynt by Henrik Ibsen. Then Harold Bloom pops up as an endorser of Peer Gynt…and then it’s off to the races.
Why is all this so thrilling?
I. Do. Not. Know.
But it is.
Thrilling.
Absolutely.
Truly.
Thrilling.
On the other hand, if I were an English major in grad school with a requirement to analyze Peer Gynt in the style of Harold Bloom, I know I would be apoplectically distressed.
But I’m not.
An English major.
So I am.
Thrilled.
Truly.
And it’s not even yet the week’s end.
So the short take-away from all this is Professor Bloom’s quote from 2000 when talking with Brian Lamb, “Either you believe that reading and teaching and thinking about the best that has been thought and written and said matters and does everyone a great deal of good, or you do not.”
And exactly what is the best? Well, that probably takes a lifetime of earnest searching to discover.
My new Keds arrived today via Amazon Prime, and even though they’re actually too tight to wear, they're very cute. And I’m sure they’re going to stretch a bit over time.
Right?
Til next time.
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Friday, March 23, 2018
Kai Ryssdal from Marketplace.
Tim, Hank, and Ben. It’s been amazing to listen to Kai interview Tim, Hank, and Ben ten years after the mortgage crisis of 2008.
Timothy Geithner…Henry Paulson…Ben Bernanke
After that, it was almost essential to rewatch the movie, Too Big to Fail. The parallels between Kai’s interview and the movie are nearly absolute. The take-away from Kai's interview is that these three guys with their smarts, their know-how, and their courage along with Barney Frank, Christopher Dodd, and Nancy Pelosi did actually save the country from bread lines, unemployment, and inflation.
But why did it all happen in the first place? Good question.
The simple answer?
Home ownership.
Home loans were injudiciously made, mortgages couldn’t be paid, mortgage insurance companies had to pick up the tab, and everyone simply ran out of money.
Timothy Geithner… Billy Crudup
Henry Paulson… William Hurt
Ben Bernanke… Paul Giamatti
Hollywood got it just right.
Lessons learned?
It’s a jungle out there.
And?
Don’t spend more than you have.
And?
In the money industry as in much of life, consumers have to decide whom to trust. I trust Tim, Hank, Ben, Barney, Christopher, Nancy, and Kai.
Putin? Cambridge Analytica? Not so much.
Politics is the art of deciding who gets what. That’s why life can be so much more pleasant between the covers of a book. And speaking of books. Sheila Nevins executive produced a documentary on Arthur Miller’s work and life. I watched it this week. He, at age 41, testified on June 21, 1956 in front of U.S. Senator (R-Wisconsin) Joseph R. McCarthy’s House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) and revealed nothing. In fact, he was cited and convicted for contempt. He appealed and won his case with Washington’s Court of Appeals on August 7, 1958.
And…I was lucky enough to see Miller’s All My Sons with John Lithgow, Dianne Wiest, Patrick Wilson, and Katie Holmes in 2009. Quite intense and unforgettable. I kept my Playbill and ticket as souvenirs.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Grant Snider has reading goals.
Til next time.
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Monday, March 19, 2018
I’m getting through Montaigne by Sarah Bakewell…but rather more slowly than I had anticipated.
I’m actually bogged down with her recounting of three Hellenistic theories that guided Montaigne’s thinking:
Stoicism
Epicureanism
Skepticism
.˙. I’ve decided that rather than philosophy, I’m much more a fan of Jane Goodall, Dava Sobel, Jared Diamond, and Edward O. Wilson. Somehow, it’s easier to study nature and humanity from the vantage of what can actually be seen and documented. Empirically…seems to be the word I’m looking for.
So. I’ll have to do some serious reading at some point in the distant future about Hume, Locke, Aristotle, Socrates, and all those in between to actually come to a conclusion about the philosophy of living well.
Until then and even if I am pretty skeptical about it all, I might get back into Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar: Understanding Philosophy Through Jokes by Thomas Cathcart and Daniel Klein.
Until then, I’ve come across a definition that I quite like of what makes a successful civilization:
Self-Governing
Rule of Law
Democracy
That’s a lot for a Monday. Maybe time for a reprieve into something a bit lighter like Sheila Nevins’s new book…click click. Done. Kindle. Sheila.
I’m looking for a mind at work. And Sheila seems to be the one. She’s taken a hard look at it all. For forty years. Quite a legacy.
Til next time.
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Sunday, March 18, 2018
A lazy Sunday made less so with a couple of Double Espressos. And then of course it’s the NYT, Andrew Lloyd on the CD player, and then reading all about Sheila Nevins after watching her booktalk on BookTV this morning.
Then a couple more chapters in Sarah Bakewell’s Montaigne.
And later? Alan Cumming debuts in his new TV show but without his Scottish brogue. Such a shame.
Nevertheless.
A perfectly sunny day. Even in the rain.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Stephen Hawking died today at age 76.
The obituary in The New York Times was a well-written tribute to a man who understood much and gave us even more.
My copy of A Brief History of Time seems to be temporarily misplaced, but I will find it soon.
His work. His life. Indisputably good.
Til next time.
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Monday, March 12, 2018
At some point, readers must stop surveying the field, flying through genres, and browsing the stacks.
So for now and maybe for a long while. Maybe. John Banville.
I read Roger Rosenblatt's remarkable review of John's new book, Time Pieces: A Dublin Memoir.
Then it’s just a few clicks here and there to get the big picture.
How have I missed this person all these years?
First, I found an interview IN DUBLIN from 2004 with Michael Silverblatt. John shared his thoughts on writing. Michael. Without Michael, I just can’t visualize what my mind would be.
And then it was on to a few youtube interviews.
He (John) is a post-humanist believing that humans are not the center of the universe. He wonders if humans will be replaced by a bigger virus. He thinks we are not as important as we think we are. He thinks all works of art are simply the result of trying to solve a technical problem. “Something comes into your head. How do I get this expressed. How do I express my amazement at the world and all its extraordinary phenomenon and bafflements.”
I may start with his book The Sea and work my way up to the present. Iris Murdoch also wrote The Sea, which I may reread.
But wait. I just now watched a youtube of John and his agent being interviewed at an Irish university in Cork. And I noticed that John was a bit quarrelsome with the interviewers. This reminded me that he was even a bit short with Michael.
Also, John talked quite a bit about wanting to make money, which in most circles is always considered bad form. Hmmm. Nevertheless, the sea, the sea, I must go down to the sea again.
Right after dinner.
One last thought. Michael also interviewed Seamus Heaney who quoted Yeats who said that a poet writes about his personal life but he is never, “the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down at breakfast.”
Or even to dinner.
Til next time.
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Sunday, March 11, 2018
A remarkable sequence of events over several hours and a couple of days.
Started (again) reading How to Live: Or a Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer by Sarah Bakewell.
Going well.
Watched a Barnes and Noble video on BookTV by Steven Pinker about his new book on enlightenment titled, Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress.
Perfect.
Picked up TNYTBR from March 4, 2018, and there’s Sarah Bakewell reviewing Steven Pinker’s new book.
Really quite cool.
The circle of books as well as the oddly unexpected sequence of random events can always be trusted.
Til next time.
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Saturday, March 10, 2018
Last week, Michael Silverblatt interviewed Dave Eggers and Mokhtar Alkhanshali about producing coffee in Yemen. As Michael was about to pronounce a word of which he was unsure, he asked for guidance from his guest from Yemen by saying, “I am very capable of error.” Which of course he isn’t. But it was a very sweet moment…among many.
An excellent interview.
Also this week, I learned the extent to which the advertisers on the internet are interested in mapping our individual thoughts and deeds according to our online searches.
Therefore, in order to control and confuse my internet psychological profile, I’m going to start googling odd things like:
Shoulder pads for geese.
Bovine balding patterns.
Mason Cache bowls used for road paving.
Spring flowers used for parachute construction.
Creating marshmallow pudding as fuel for tractors.
Handi-wipes made from diamond dust.
Conquering bricks with sunscreen.
Avoiding highway congestion with Febreze.
Bitcoin laundering procedures.
Things like these.
And now? How many copies of The Elements of Style does one person actually need?
Til next time.
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Friday, March 9, 2018
I finished reading Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward. This book will forever be in my head. I wish it had ended with less magical realism since the rest of the book had only too-stark and too-real and totally preventable, absolute sadness with no magic in sight.
Also finished reading Lillian Boxfish by Kathleen Rooney. This book seemed to lack flambuoyance, which is evidently spelled flamboyance. It did, however, totally remind me of Leonard Marcus’s book Dear Genius: The Letters of Ursula Nordstrom, which I loved, loved, loved, and it also reminded me of The Odd Woman and the City by Vivian Gornick who is a literary flâneur and a much admired thinker and writer.
And finally, I discovered I rather enjoy every now and then an Izze Sparkling Water Beverage of the Mandarin Lime variety…with its status as being USDA Organic a real plus.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, March 7, 2018
I don’t really think it’s supposed to work this way. Nevertheless, my mind and the internet somehow led me to a 1957 interview between Mike Wallace and Bennett Cerf of Random House. The interview is online and is housed at UT Austin.
Oh, yeah. NOW I remember. I was discussing the publisher Random House with someone, and in my head popped a need to do a bit of reading about Bennett who founded Random House in order to publish a few books now and again at random.
The Mike Wallace and Bennett Cerf interview was about quality literature, censorship, and television viewing. During the interview, Mike mentioned a group called National Organization for Decent Literature that sought to advise people about what should and shouldn’t be read.
Random House and Bennett Cerf are of course responsible for bringing the controversial and banned Ulysses by James Joyce to the US through a court case, which of course, Bennett won.
The decision of District Judge Woolsey in 1933 regarding Ulysses is very interesting and very readable…much more so, unfortunately, than the actual novel.
I finally finished the Knausgaard piece on Russia. He wrote it exactly right.
His stories of the people he met on his journey hold the secret of Russia, but the people from these stories are totally without the power or authority to orchestrate their own lives. They are, instead, the ordinary souls who inhabit a place that is large enough to contain them but that is not free enough to allow them to lead anything close to a contented life.
The three lively women on the train.
The young couple in Kazan with a baby on the way.
Sergei the truck driver.
The old, old woman in the village.
Those are the people of Russia. They live in a world of hardship. This is what totalitarianism brings...hardship with the hope and promise of a better tomorrow that never actually materializes. Masha Gessen writes about this situation and speaks passionately about Russia and its people.
Knausgaard refers often to Turgenev’s A Sportman’s Sketches, which is a collection of stories by Ivan Turgenev (1818-1883). The specific story Knausgaard refers to is about five boys telling stories by the campfire. I will read this soon.
The final reaction to the piece is that there seems to be an absence of educational opportunities in areas outside of Moscow…not only a lack of opportunity for education but also a lack of public libraries, trade schools, accessible universities, or even the simplest of human comforts for a modern life.
Based on this story, I’ve stolen someone else’s new year’s resolution:
Less procrastination. More gratitude.
Thanks, Karl Ove.
And then also today, I watched Jeff Shaara and Peter Slen on BookTV live for three hours. Mesmerizing. Totally. First-rate. Flawless. However, only one woman named Susan called in or emailed a question during the whole three hours. Hmmm. At any rate.
Thanks, BookTV, Peter Slen, and Brian Lamb. You’ve changed the trajectory of the nation.
One last anecdote from Jeff Shaara. During the filming of Gettysburg with Martin Sheen, Martin’s horse kept veering off course so that the director had to shoot the scene several times. During the final shoot when the horse was at last cooperating, a phone rang in one of the buildings in the background. An actor near that building called out, “Jeb Stuart is going to be late.”
And now? Moving on, in a bit, to less procrastination.
Til next time.
How you say in Swedish, "Hey Dude, you gotta stop smokin'."
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Saturday, March 3, 2018
Ever have that dream like when Bob Hoskins takes a baseball bat to defend himself against Liam Cunningham in the series The Street except that it’s not Bob and Liam, it’s you and Ken Howard with a hammer?
No?
Me neither.
Which makes this an excellent time to listen to all my musicals on CD.
No more Street for me.
Tomorrow? Jeff Shaara live on BookTV.
One more thing: Bob Hoskins (1942-2014) was a wonderful actor in The Street and was also particularly wonderful when he and Frances de la Tour starred in Flickers in 1980. Flickers is still in my head after all this time. I should buy it on DVD. I know it still stands up as great art.
And speaking of Frances, my favorite line of hers occurs in Alan Bennett’s The Lady in the Van when Frances’s character is talking to Maggie Smith’s character.
Maggie’s character is sitting in her van.
Frances walks by.
Maggie looks up and says, “You’re tall.”
Frances replies, “My husband was tall.”
SOOOOOO perfect.
Til next time.
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Friday, March 2, 2018
"A tall English man with good manners and a good suit."
That’s the description of Bill Nighy as offered by Christopher Walken in Turks and Caicos written by David Hare. At some point, I’m going to tire of rewatching this trilogy. But so far…it’s two thumbs up after more viewings than I’m willing to admit.
Also.
Finished reading The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead. Quite an elevating read with a great main character named Lila Mae who is just this side of perfect. I wish her life had been easier.
Halfway into Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward. Unfortunately, she captured the plight of troubled folks all too accurately. I think you have to be very brave to write this kind of book. Actually, you have to be pretty brave to even read it.
I’m also halfway into An Officer and a Spy by Robert Harris. The book is a fictionalized account of the Frenchman, Alfred Dreyfus better known as the main character in the Dreyfus Affair. There are many colonels, generals, soldiers, characters, and spies in this book. It requires concentration. And concentration is made possible by a bit of rain, thunder, and a few ocean waves courtesy of Amazon Prime.
Although it’s a little early in the morning, is it ever too early for Knausgaard?
I do, however, wonder if it’s too late for
Crime and Punishment
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821-1881)
War and Peace
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
Diary of a Madman
Nikolai Gogol (1809-1852)
We may never know for sure.
But.
Another coffee?
Yes, please.
Til next time.
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Friday, February 23, 2018
Speaking of hope…a slow steady read of Joseph Had a Little Overcoat by Simms Taback is a good way to end the week.
Simms Taback, February 13, 1932 - December 25, 2011.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2018
I’m reading The Intuitionist: A Novel by Colson Whitehead. I love Lila Mae, and I will never take an elevator again without being more conscious of Mr. Elisha Graves Otis from 1853. And then let's not forget the nefarious dealings of all the competing elevator companies who were happy to cause trouble in the business of elevation.
Plus, this book is comforting in an odd sort of way because Colson injects humor, wit, astute observations, and cuteness throughout even though it’s a dark and mafia-laden book.
I’m also reading Leonardo Da Vinci by Walter Isaacson who does these kinds of books better than anyone. A delicious read. Better than chocolate cake. Nearly.
Then next, I’m queued up to read...too many to choose from. There will barely be time for sleep.
And finally, I’m happy to report that Maggie from The Paris Spy survived although she is, at the end of the book, incarcerated. Book eight of the Maggie Hope series is due out August 27 2018, which of course means that Hope is in the pipeline for survival.
Til next time.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
A short road-trip this weekend.
Short enough but long enough to listen to all of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton for the umpteenth time. I’m so blown away by the story, the talent, the struggle, the duel, the loss, the rap, the rhythm, but mostly Eliza’s strength.
I visited the graveyard at Trinity Church last year. So now I need Einstein to give me time travel so that I can bring back Alexander and Eliza to show them what they’ve accomplished.
I would keep them semi-sequestered until they were acclimated to the idea that they were here in 2018. I’m sure they’d eventually ask (sooner rather than later), “What’d we miss?”
To allow time for acclimation, I’d show them around little by little until they could manage the subway, a credit card, and modern cuisine.
We’d shop at Macy’s, have lunch at Fairway Market, stay at the Hilton, stop by the Museum of Natural History, The Grange at 141st, his statue at 84th and East Drive, The Metropolitan, and then eventually… I’d have to call Ron Chernow, David McCullough, Jon Meacham, Douglas Brinkley, and Doris Kerns Goodwin. And of course Lin and Phillipa Soo would have to be included in that august group.
Then at that point, I’m sure that they would all take over the agenda, and I could only hope to be in the room when it happened.
Til next time.
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Friday, February 16, 2018
Today?
Yo Yo Ma, Chris Thile, and Edgar Meyer on Amazon Prime (still the best deal in America…Amazon Prime).
Coffee with cream and sugar.
AND
A new book. The Paris Spy.
It’s a Maggie Hope mystery. And it’s right in the middle of WWII.
Maggie is about to be questioned by the Gestapo all the while knowing that two of her British compatriots are being tortured and murdered by the Gestapo in the basement of a Paris mansion.
At this point in the book, the German occupation of France is complete except for the French resistance.
The French resistance…much to be admired and studied.
I can’t believe I’m reading this kind of book. But I can’t seem to put it down. One of the characters in the book who has sold out his British citizenship to be part of the German Third Reich has chosen to do so because he preferred Fascism to Communism.
Politics is complex and many times below the dignity of our potential.
The whole book is SO disturbing on practically every level and yet literary, historical, and spellbinding.
The ONLY reason I’m finishing it this weekend is that it’s part of a series of Maggie Hope books. So…I’m thinking Maggie has got to survive.
Then? Back to Danielle Steel? No. Probably not.
The thing about blogging is that nobody reads it and it doesn’t pay (according to Cheryl Strayed), which of course makes it quite fun.
At any rate, I hope this book ends well.
Oh yeah. It will. Winston Churchill.
“We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.”
Til next time.
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Thursday, February 15, 2018
The Square by Ruben Östlund.
I just watched it twice in two days.
It’s a film about art analyzing art that analyzes society.
The film features the ordinary ennui of small groups of people woven into the completely preventable human-made disasters of all of society.
The Square is a fictionalized work of art in Sweden that consists of a square. Inside the square is where trust and caring are supposed to be absolute. Hungry? Need a swimming lesson? Need to talk? Help is inside the square.
Trust, caring, and moral courage are the themes of the square, of the film, and of the better angels of our nature.
The film’s writer has created something quite special. The film would make a good focal point for a university course especially if it were paired with a reading and discussion of Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell.
The syllabus would outline ways in which the book’s and the film’s truths could be unpacked (as they too often say) in terms of wealth, poverty, the roads taken to arrive at the world’s wealth and poverty, and then the comparison of our species to others that have not divided themselves into the haves and have nots. (This may be the connection to the chimp that is in two scenes with the American journalist played by Elizabeth Moss.)
Additonally, an analysis of Ave Maria performed by Yo Yo Ma and Bobby McFerrin throughout the film would make a grand conversation.
I wonder if it’s true that 291 people own half the wealth on the planet. That’s a line from the film.
Final thought:
The Swedish writer and director, Ruben Östlund, has produced a really great film. And yet, I bet he’s on to his next big thing. He should take a rest…maybe for a while. He deserves it. How much more does he have to create? Seems like he’s done enough.
Best part:
The cleaner who cleaned up the excess gravel and then the museum director’s decision to redistribute the gravel as if nothing happened.
Most disturbing part:
The mean man who dragged a woman from the table and no one immediately helped.
Most questionable part:
The chimp who drew on his own nose.
The biggest commentary part:
Competition for money for art is fierce and unforgiving.
Oddest moment:
Christian and Michael are in Christian’s Tesla listening to loud electronic music by Justice.
Another oddest moment:
A bunch of people are wildly jumping around and appear to be dancing in the Swedish Palace.
The last scene:
The youngest actor wears a baseball cap, lowers her eyes, and holds the future. Will it be more of the same or will her generation fix the world’s inequities?
Stay tuned.
But so far, it’s not lookin’ too good even though there’s always tomorrow…
Til next time.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2018
As often sometimes happens, thoughts of missed opportunities bubble up on this festive day of flowers and chocolate.
Actually, my one and only real regret in all of life regards a sweet but missed opportunity to dance with Alan Cumming on the stage of Cabaret.
There I was (unbeknownst to me) sitting in the designated seat where Alan would come off stage and invite that particular occupant for a brief dance.
And I was the chosen one. Yes. Me. I had the magic moment. The golden ticket. The one and only. He offered his hand. I glanced away. The moment passed. He chose another. The show went on. Without me.
Why?
Why?
My purse.
I was seated at a table with two others whom I did not know. And my immediate thought as Alan walked in my direction was, “What will I do with my purse? I don’t know these people. Do I leave it on the table? Will they steal it? Will they steal its contents?” I just didn’t know. I had said hello to each of them prior to the show’s beginning. But what did that mean? Practically nothing.
And by then it was all too late. It was over. The moment had passed. The dance was complete.
But truthfully and mostly, while all that thinking about my purse had been happening at the speed of light, I was actually saying to myself, “I can’t really dance all that well especially in front of people especially on a stage especially with Alan.”
Missed opportunities.
It’s all about how to move on.
If you can.
Oh yes.
The purse? Prada. Ebay. Pre-Owned. I love it. To this day.
Still. I would trade it in a heartbeat for a waltzing moment with Alan.
Til next time.
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Friday, February 9, 2018
It really is. It’s really almost too much.
Here I am reading about a boy named Blue who was abandoned by his family, found living rough, and saved by Ginny, a human rights’ worker. Danielle Steel sets all this up in Blue. Quite a read. And to think I was ready to give up on her work after reading Property of a Noblewoman, which was about sad people winding up rich in New York City, Florence, and beyond. But in Blue, there’s redemption without a shallow character anywhere in sight.
Then a minute later…I’m reading a review of a book of critical essays by J. M. Coetzee who won the Booker twice as well as the Nobel, and I’m thinking that as a literary scholar he’d have a totally different reaction to both Blue and the Noblewoman.
It’s a great responsibility to be an official commentator of books. That’s why I rely almost entirely on Michael Silverblatt. What will I do if he ever retires? His author interviews are always perfect with an honesty and a gaze that never hesitate. He makes it all accessible for everyone, and isn’t that what the best curators do?
Yes. The answer is Yes.
One more little thing.
President Valéry Giscard d'Estaing in 1975 awarded the French Legion of Honor to Paul Bocuse, a chef who achieved 3 Michelin stars.
And speaking of hero workshop, I saw these folks walking on the streets of NYC in the past few decades…always in midtown. I wonder if they saw me.
Saul Rubinek
Nancy Walker
Angela Lansbury
Alan Rickman
James Earl Jones
James Spader
Sarah Jessica Parker
Robert Wuhl
Yes. Cabs are expensive, but sometimes it’s simply faster to walk.
And finally. I bought a new book. Vivian Maier: Street Photographer. It’s just too, too perfect.
Til next time.
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Thursday, February 1, 2018
It’s a brisk chilly day on the first of February. And I’m finishing my first Danielle Steel novel, Against All Odds.
I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to get to this number one best-selling author, but there you have it. Better late than never. Not really. But let’s see what can be done.
I’ve also just finished The Ninth Hour by Alice McDermott.
Oddly enough, in these two particular books, Danielle and Alice have each written about women who have been married and widowed. Each of their characters faces entirely different sets of trials and tribulations mostly because they are in dramatically different income brackets.
Danielle’s character named Kate loses her husband, opens a very high-end clothing shop in SoHo, and pretty much lives happily ever after (as do her four children named Isabelle, Justin, Julie, and Zach).
Alice’s character named Annie loses her husband, spends nearly the remainder of her life working as a laundress in a church basement in Brooklyn with several nuns, and pretty much does not live happily ever after (nor does her daughter named Sally).
Both books were compelling.
Danielle’s publisher was Dell.
Alice’s publisher was Farrar, Straus, and Giroux.
Danielle’s book feels better than Alice’s book.
Alice’s book is a better portrayal of reality than Danielle’s.
Danielle’s book would probably be considered a beach-read.
Alice’s book would probably be considered literature.
These differences are murky for me. Can a book be both beachy and literary? Are these two books in that bi-lateral category?
Not for me to say. Just for me to read.
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And finally for today, a book I can always count on is Fish Eyes. I’m such a fan of Lois Ehlert. What talent. She’s a national treasure from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I may go there someday.
Til next time.
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Monday, January 29, 2018
According to Kai Ryssdale from his Friday broadcast last week, after the housing bubble burst in 2008, the DJIA was at 6,547 on March 6, 2009. It’s currently at 26,439.
And now?
I just watched all 25 two-minute episodes on Amazon Prime of Alice in Paris, which inspired me to have three cups of coffee. What a day.
Til next time.
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Saturday, January 27, 2018
Wow. The New Yorker. It just keeps coming.
Til next time.
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Friday, January 26, 2018
Manhattan Beach by Jennifer Egan. Like Maggie Smith in The Lady in the Van, I’m in two minds.
This book is a big undertaking. It travels through two world wars, several generations, and at least two coasts. And it gives a pretty accurate portrayal of navy ships, deep sea diving, prohibition, the Great Depression, and the mafia’s control of New York City in the 1930s.
I’m glad I finished it although there were several points at which I thought, when will the book’s characters become more unique. Each character seemed like an amalgamation of lots of generic types of people as opposed to admirable individuals.
In the end, it was as if each character’s survival, accomplishments, and achievements were more a product of when and where they were born rather than a product of their own personal efforts. Maybe that’s the way it actually is in life although I don’t think the author intended for that to be the book’s takeaway.
From an interview she did with Michael Silverblatt, who loved the book, I think she was very interested in that period of time, the war, and the Manhattan world of docks, shipping, and unions.
At any rate, done. Well done.
And next? Several nuns and a melancholy character named Sally in The Ninth Hour by Alice McDermott.
Plus it’s the week’s end. And in the midst of winter, it’s nice to see a picture of a river from last August.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Ursula K. Le Guin died today. She was a writer and thinker of worthwhile ideas. I’m glad I know her work. In a By the Book interview in The NY Timeson August 6, 2015, she mentioned that The Cave by José Saramago translated from Portuguese by Margaret Costa was one of her favorite books. I’m going to read it. Her work will live on.
Til next time.
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Monday, January 22, 2018
I finished reading The Circle by Dave Eggers. It’s true. It’s all true.
Mae is the main character and is believably simple and naïve with big dreams of upward mobility (always a dangerous combination).
Mae comes to work for a company that sort of combines Amazon, Apple, Facebook, Twitter, and Google into one all-knowing, all-consuming, all-controlling mega-company called…The Circle.
And of course The Circle’s goal is to have all people on the planet logged in at all times so that the company can know every little detail about every little person right down to the nittiest grittiest elemental fact.
Fun and comedy do not ensue. However, group-think does.
I think Dave Eggers got it all just right with regard to the inevitability and danger of technology to control human thought, choice, and individuality.
At the same time, he does make a good case that maybe the planet would be better off if individuals did not possess thought, choice, and individuality.
I loved the book.
The movie? No…not enough power…even with Tom Hanks (with or without Wilson).
The Circle…it’s closing. And when that happens, it’s not that thinking won’t be allowed, it’s just that thinking won’t be necessary.
And now for a more immediate concern.
"Hey Siri, how do you spell /net neutrality/?"
Til next time.
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Saturday, January 20, 2018
Today.
A bit of reading.
And
Isabel Allende and Michael Silverblatt on Bookworm.
And
Chris Thile in New Orleans.
And
A few coffee beans.
All that.
More than enough.
Today.
Til next time.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
It’s a good day. Got a new book yesterday. Going into Town: A Love Letter to New York by Roz Chast.
My second book by her. She’s terrific and just off-kilter enough to be perfect.
And then… Imagine you’re Muhammad Ali and you’re winning fight after fight year after year and you keep on going until there is no more fight. Then it will be time for Jonathan Eig to write the book of your life that will then be reviewed in The NY Times by Joyce Carol Oates. Unbeknownst to Ali, that’s what happened on November 28, 2017. An astonishing life that will be hard to surpass…ever.
Til next time.
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Friday, January 12, 2018
For learners, the question becomes one of process. Is it better to have a predetermined curriculum where “others” plan the learning, the method, and the outcome?
Or is it better just to stumble along and pick up things here and there.
I’ve done both.
It’s far harder to stumble along. But in the end, far more germane.
For example, I was just reading a recent By the Book column from TheNY Times, and Jorge Luis Borges was mentioned. Basically, I wanted to know how to pronounce his name. So. I Googled it, found a youtube video, and boom. A gem.
Not only did I learn how to pronounce his name, but wow. There’s more.
In 1977, William F. Buckley, Jr. was interviewing Mr. Borges on Firing Line. During the interview, Mr. Borges said he was educated in his father’s library. From this education, it is obvious that he became a man of letters…all from his father’s library. During the interview he said he was a man who found happiness in reading and writing.
Throughout his life, when he heard something of interest, he noted it. And after thinking about it, it became a novel, a story, a sonnet, a poem. He explained that when he began to write one of his stories, he knew the first sentence and the last sentence.
He went on to say that he preferred reading in English rather than his native Argentine Spanish because English had both Germanic and Latin roots and could therefore be understood in two different ways while Spanish had only Latin roots. For example, he explained that the phrase “holy ghost” in English was both Germanic and Latin in its origin while the phrase “holy spirit” in English was only Latin in its origin. He explained that “holy ghost” encompassed both secular and religious connotations (German and Latin) while “holy spirit” encompassed only a religious connotation (Latin).
Additionally, he mentioned that he taught himself German as a young reader so that he could read Schopenhauer from his father’s library.
During this Firing Line, 60-minute interview, Mr. Borges referenced Melville, Kipling, Poe, Whitman, Emerson, Cervantes, Neruda, Marquez, Twain, and a dozen others without preparation or prepared scripts. Clearly, his gifts abound.
Will I remember all this? Perhaps. And mostly.
Was I profoundly impacted when I heard all this? Absolutely. And most certainly.
Mr. Borges, without even trying…just by being himself…educated Mr. Buckley, who seemed to uncharacteristically and humbly realize that he was in the presence of someone who without an agenda to do so demonstrated what a genuine intellectual conversation looked like when it had no pre-determined outcome other than to have a conversation.
And in return, Mr. Buckley, to his generous credit, was gracious and appropriately respectful. It was the first and perhaps the only time he resisted his argumentative stance…he knew he had a rare opportunity to be intellectually engaged merely for the sake of intellectual engagement. Mr. Buckley gave a gift to the world through this interview…a profound gift…probably his best.
Why this interview brought me such joy is quite inexplicable. Clearly, I am much too easily moved...by just about everything. Or maybe just by poets and cobblers and strivers and others who...
Toward the end, Mr. Borges gives us a Persian/universal/timeless metaphor, “The moon is the mirror of time.”
Finally, Mr. Borges quotes, “I can not tell a true song about myself. I can tell about my travels.”
A thing of beauty is a joy forever (Keats).
Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) was born in Buenes Aires, Argentina and died in Geneva Switzerland.
William F. Buckley, Jr. (1925-2008) was born in New York City, New York and died in Stamford, Connecticut.
Til next time.
Power and Truth...always a great outcome.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Three hours seem like a long chunk of time. However, three hours today of watching David Ignatius live on BookTV flashed by in the blink of an eye. And as always, I learned a lot.
I suppose the best parts of his remarks are two-fold:
1) he did an excellent job outlining the research and processes he uses to write his novels. He’s written ten so far and is working on his eleventh.
2) he is clearly an expert from his career in journalism on the international affairs of China, Russia, Pakistan, the Middle East, and the CIA. The insight he brings into the intersections of those entities and their subsequent clashes is nothing less than world class. He appears to be fairly optimistic that everything will work out. He seems to be both a reluctant pessimist as well as a cautious optimist. Not a bad stance.
BookTV. The best. And it’s all about…books.
Final thought. This is about the fourth time this year that someone has mentioned Anthony Trollope. He wrote. He worked at the British Post Office. He invented the red British mailbox.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, January 3, 2018
Mr. Fred Bass of Strand Bookstore died today. He was 89 years old.
It’s a sad day for those of us who know and love his store and who love what he did for the book world.
Over the years, I've bought many books there. And I was never disappointed.
In his store, I always found exactly what I needed.
I was there one day and noticed him on the phone. There was no one between us. I quietly took his photo. And although he was looking in my direction over the top of his glasses, I never really knew whether he saw me or not. And I was too shy to acknowledge him or to ask his permission.
I made a print of the photo. But I never sent it.
I’ll keep it. For safekeeping.
Til next time.
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Monday, January 1, 2018
I decided to make a list of favorite books that I’ve read over the past few years and that are still rumbling around in my head. Seems like a good way to start the new year thinking about the past and looking forward to the future.
Til next time.
The Book Thief
by Markus Zusak
Lincoln in the Bardo
by George Saunders
The Map and the Territory
by Michel Houellebecq
The God of Small Things
by Arundhati Roy
The Alchemist
by Paulo Coelho
Interpreter of Maladies
by Jhumpa Lahiri
Things Fall Apart
by Chinua Achebe
Olive Kitteridge
by Elizabeth Strout
Where’d You Go, Bernadette
by Maria Semple
The Good Earth
by Pearl S. Buck
My Struggle
by Karl Ove Knausgaard
A Man Called Ove
by Fredrik Backman
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Sunday, December 31, 2017
Yuri Slezkine wrote the definitive book about Lenin’s repressive Russian government. He’s at UC Berkeley.
Two thoughts.
Scholarship and Activism are twins of truth.
A little revolution is a good way to start the new year.
If I were really, really rich, I’d hire a private tutor to teach me about history, art, science, and literature (I’d save math and chemistry for later…much later). And I’d start with Yuri.
Til next time.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
The Times had a piece this week about the extensive regulations that govern an apple orchard owned by a family living in Altamont, NY.
Evidently, there are approximately 5,000 rules and regulations that govern this 300-acre apple farm so that the owners can barely keep up. These apple farmers are governed by the EPA, FDA, DOL, and other state and national agencies. Seems excessive. And yet, we all want safe food.
The focus of the article is to analyze their situation and try to find the right balance between being able to continue living as a family farmer while still meeting strict and specific rules about how to sell family-farm produce at both the local and national levels.
Then later in the day, I was listening for the hundredth time to the CD Hamilton and was thinking about the arduous task of performing that extensively complex and intricately crafted Broadway show.
Which is more complex?
Growing and shipping apples or pretending to be Alexander Hamilton.
Each is certainly beyond me. But I do love them both.
And then suddenly today, I heard the name Tim Berners-Lee on BookTV. Rachel Botsman was giving a talk about her new book on the subject of trust at Cambridge Forum Live in Harvard Square.
At the end of Rachel’s talk, a questioner mentioned that Tim was the inventor of the internet. Really? How did I not know this?
Even Queen Elizabeth knows about this because she knighted him in 2004 for this very invention.
Way to go, Sir Tim.
Something else I just learned is that a quarter of an ounce of Chanel No. 5 parfum costs $130 (plus tax) whereas 30 ounces of Jean Nate can be purchased for $11.99. And even though I have to admit, I’ve always sort of liked Jean Nate, I do always covetously linger at the Chanel counter to take advantage of their free sample...and always parfum, never eau...
Apples, Hamilton, Botsman, Berners-Lee, Queen Elizabeth, Chanel, Jean Nate.
That’s quite a bit to consider for one day.
One more thing, I’m now hooked on Jo Nesbo’s books.
Looking forward to the new year, not a minute too soon.
Til next time.
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Monday, December 25, 2017
It’s breathtaking to listen to Yo Yo Ma, Chris Thile, and Edgar Meyer play Bach on their Bach Trios album. AND. It’s part of Amazon Prime.
BUT. It’s impossible to forget Rosemary Clooney’s White Christmas.
Happy Listening and Merry Christmas.
Til next time.
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Saturday, December 23, 2017
I’m ready to find out what the ten best books of 2017 are all about according to the The New York Times Book Review.
Then maybe a coffee by the fire, a bit of low-cal eggnog (if such a thing exists), or even a few laps on the treadmill.
Anything’s possible.
Til next time.
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Thursday, December 21, 2017
Two bookish things happened this week.
Ta-Nehisi Coates and Cornel West have elevated their public dispute about race relations in America to the breaking point. Both men have strong views about politics, the economy, and civic discourse. Unfortunately, they have allowed themselves to be divided by fates and furies.
Which brings me to a book I just finished reading titled, Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff.
The main characters are Lancelot known as Lotto and Aurélie known as Mathilde.
The two meet, marry, live, and survive until they don’t. One turning point in their relationship involves Lotto as a successful NYC playwright. At one point, he was invited to be part of a panel discussion for a large, literary-type audience, and he made the comment that men were more geared to creating art while women were more geared to nurturing art. Whoa. He paid a price for this diminished view of women from both his wife and from other women in the audience.
This reminded me of Julia Kristeva’s work on intertextuality and feminism. Like Lotto, I think Julia got much of it wrong.
There were lots of characters in this book, and basically, not many of them were all that likeable. But the book as a whole is widely successful in depicting life’s many phases for a wide variety of people.
This leads me to the rules that John Updike used when he wrote book reviews. He relied on five guidelines in deciding the quality of a book:
1. Try to understand what the author wished to do.
2. Give the book enough direct quotation—at least one extended passage—of the book's prose so the review's reader can form her own impression.
3. Confirm your description of the book with quotation from the book, if only phrase-long.
4. Go easy on plot summary, and do not give away the ending.
5. If the book is judged deficient, cite a successful example along the same lines, from the author's ouevre or elsewhere.
In conclusion: This is a lot of heavy-duty thinking for the season.
So now…with hats off to the extraordinary achievements of Ta-Nehisi, Cornel, Lauren, Julia, and John, back to our regularly scheduled program of simple Christmas cheer and a great gift of Boucheron. Much appreciated.
Til next time.
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Thursday, December 14, 2017
It’s been a busy week.
Saw Lady Bird. Good.
Saw Murder on the Orient Express. Good.
Saw Victoria & Abdul. Good.
Saw Three Billboards. Great. Great. Great. Frances, Woody, Sam. I might see it again.
Finished reading The Sellout by Paul Beatty. He won the Booker Prize for this book. It was a difficult book to read. It’s about race relations and shows anger and rage in a way that keeps hope in the distance. The characters have little control over their lives in terms of the economy, politics, and ethnicity. I was going to put it down several times, but somehow, I kept reading because I wanted to see how it all ended. And of course, as with all great books, it ended in the way that it had to end.
I also finished reading The Art Forger by B. A. Shapiro. It had lots of five stars on Amazon, and yet…My overriding thoughts were unsympathetic toward the main character who was a painter who copied great paintings. Claire was her name. She had specialized knowledge about how to make paintings look old by using ink, turpentine, an oven, and special paint. I didn’t have sympathy for her because while she feigned ignorance of a missing Degas (pronounced Degah), she still copied it and then was totally shocked when the FBI charged her with forgery. Well. It was a complicated story with sort of a romanticized version of the life of an artist.
Next up?
The Darkest Hour with Gary Oldman
Wonder Wheel with Kate Winslet
And then?
Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff and Leonardo da Vinci by Walter Isaacson.
More busy times ahead.
One last thing. There seems to be way too much Christmas candy everywhere I look…where did all this come from…who bought all this stuff…oh, yeah…I remember…mum’s the word.
Til next time.
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Friday, December 8, 2017
For at least the thirteenth year in a row, I’ve received a Christmas card from Rosalynn and Jimmy Carter. And I just noticed on the back of the card is a note that says that the image on the front of the card is a painting by Jimmy. Plus, I’ve just now checked all the other cards (yes, I keep everything) and found more of his paintings.
I look no further than this Mr. President to find a principled and generous citizen, leader, commander, activist, humanitarian, and family man.
Merry Christmas, Mr. President and Mrs. Carter.
It’s a good day. All day.
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Sunday, December 3, 2017
It's a lovely day.
The tree is up, the stockings are hung, and yet what I would really like is a list of all English words listed in order of how many times each word is found in all printed books.
And of course, the list would be sortable and searchable.
This would help me understand why I know the meaning of adulation but can NEVER remember the definition of sanguine. (And yes, I watched Modern Family this week.)
Til next time.
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Saturday, December 2, 2017
Today’s modern holidays bring the intersection of art, commerce, science, and technology. It’s almost too much.
And yet…here we are with nearly all my weekly plans done and dusted and with a lovely collection of reminders and rejoinders.
Til next time.
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Sunday, November 26, 2017
This week’s to-do list:
1. Find a cassette player and listen to Eudora Welty read aloud her short story titled, Why I Live at the P.O., which is a GREAT short story that I’ve already read but which will be even greater when I listen to Eudora read the story aloud in her own voice.
2. Watch Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri at the movies.
3. Finish The Golden House by Salman Rushdie.
4. Decorate the Christmas tree.
5. Go to Macy’s for some extra nice Christmas cheer.
6. Never watch Room 104 on HBO again. It’s just too disturbing although I’m sure it was plenty fun for the Duplass brothers to write.
7. Continue to perfect the perfect cup of peppermint coffee using
my Capresso conical burr grinder,
my 12-cup Cuisinart drip coffee maker,
my Evian and Cuisinart-filtered water,
my Starbucks French Roast whole bean coffee,
my International Delight French Vanilla Creamer, and
my Torani Sugar-Free syrup…all with a drop of McCormick Pure Peppermint Extract.
Whoa. This all sounds very excessive for just a tasty bit of caffeine. I may rethink this whole thing…less solipsistically. (A nice side note: The Jura company in New Jersey sent me a new lid for the burr grinder after I wrote to them and paid $7 for a new one. I lost the old lid because I accidentally threw it away when I was thoroughly cleaning the grinder for the season.)
8. Take a look at and consider reading some of the books on Scott Adams’s persuasion reading list. Scott was on BookTV today and did a great job.
9. On my kindle, read 14 Years of Loyal Service in a Fabric-Covered Box and I’m Tempted to Stop Acting Randomly both by Scott Adams.
10. Rewatch from decades ago, William F. Buckley, Jr. as he interviews Eudora Welty on Firing Line.
This seems like enough fun stuff for an impromptu to-do list. Plus, maybe I’ll catch a couple of youtubes of Malcolm Gladwell on income inequality and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie on writing fiction.
Oh dear. This list actually appears to involve, except for Macy’s and decorating, a lot of sitting. Maybe a quick jog around the block or a fast game of soccer or a few lanes of bowling or a couple of miles on the treadmill…my prediction? Possibly a nap.
Til next time.
Eudora and me.
Friday, November 24, 2017
Friday…Schmiday.
Time to catch up on what’s happening with The Lion King not to mention the second half of Salman Rushdie’s The Golden House, which is engrossing and engaging in all the best ways.
To know and understand Greek and Roman mythology, economics, world culture, and national events and then to weave all that into a story with characters that are hard to put away is just a smidgen of the talent that Salman possesses.
With his fatwa lifted or at least in abeyance, Salman seems to be on top of the world, and I love his work.
With all this reading, that’s not to say that there’s not a bit of time for some online shopping and some leftover sweet potato pie (drats, I forgot to bake a sweet potato pie…oh well, there’s always next year).
And with regard to the pending doom of net neutrality by the FCC, I'm wondering if my slow wifi connection from AT&T is already a portent of things to come. Maybe it's time to switch service providers???? Are you there AT&T?
Til next time.
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Saturday, November 18, 2017
Gosh.
Chris Matthews
Norman Ornstein
Walter Isaacson
Khizr Khan
Salman Rushdie
Christopher Hitchens
“We need him, but we don’t have him,” said Salman with regard to Hitch.
Miami Book Fair. BookTV. Coffee. Chocolate cookies. Only in America.
And now to sit back and think about the day and then maybe to browse my Zabar's catalog to see if their Cavalli Balsamic Vinegar might be on sale.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Oh my gosh. I just checked. It's actually gone up $12. Hmmm. It sure is good though. Might be worth it. I'll have to think about it.
Til next time.
Decaf? No way. What would be the point?
Friday, November 17, 2017
It was an extraordinary book. The Changeling by Victor Lavalle. Victor combined magical realism, Norwegian mythology, feminist theory, two complex main characters, urban life, and two heroic NYPD officers who at the last minute saved the day and who didn’t even know it. How’d Victor do all that? Apollo and Emma married and had a child delivered on the A train in NYC. Shortly thereafter, everything went wrong. Actually, long before that, everything went wrong. The ending? It ended in the only way possible.
Another book? I’ve just abandoned Julian Barnes’s The Noise of Time. It was written as a novel, but because it was historically accurate and about Shostakovich, it felt like a very, very long Wikipedia entry. There were just too many things I had to look up to get a sense of time and place. Sorry. I’m just not the ideal reader for that book.
Which brings me to a book I had thought I’d really like but have set aside for a while until after I bake the Christmas cookies. The book? The Golden House by Salman Rushdie. Salman was great, by the way, on a recent Curb Your Enthusiasm with Larry David. Go, Salman.
Also, I just finished The Girl in the Spider’s Web by David Lagercrantz and am planning on reading his other Lisbeth book, The Girl Who Takes an Eye for an Eye. These are continuations of Stieg Larsson’s trilogy of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Stieg died November 9, 2004 in his native Sweden. The Swedish movies of his work starred Noomi Rapace and Michael Nyqvist (who died June 27, 2017).
Today, the NYT had a piece on the Foreign Minister of Sweden, Margot Wallstrom. The Scandinavian countries seem to be flourishing with writers, stories, thinkers, leaders, and The Way Out. Must be all that snow and ice that keeps them indoors, out of mischief, and with plenty of time to debate, write, think, lead, and work.
Music? I just bought The Sound of Silence by Disturbed. This song was at the end of this week’s Blacklist with James Spader. It’s astonishing what good musicians can to do to revise a song and make it brand new…even after fifty years. It’s a great song and intense rendition. Still, I’m not adding it to my playlist of Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holliday who are in spheres all their own.
And finally, it’s the weekend. Come on, Dowager. Let’s get you on board.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Why does eating any amount of chocolate seem infinitely more rewarding than even the tiniest bit of effort aimed at tidying up my writing table?
Don’t know, but ‘tis true.
And by the way? The last word in Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt?
‘Tis.
Til next time.
'Tis a grand and glorious mess with no end in sight...
Sunday, November 12, 2017
No rain in sight.
I’m between books and am three weeks behind in reading the NYTBR, which is where I usually find something that is in the must-read category. Good thing it’s a nice Sunday afternoon.
Six little things and one big thing to remember:
1. Dame Maggie or maybe Dame Judi or maybe just a normal mortal explained that whether to put the milk in first or the tea in first depends on the quality of the cup. If the cup is of a cheaper quality, put the milk in first to temper the heat of the tea. If the cup is of a high quality, put the tea in first and then the milk. It’s all about saving the cup.
2. Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri with Frances McDormand is on my must-see list.
3. Lady Bird directed by Greta Gerwig and starring Saoirse Ronan and Laurie Metcalf is also a must-see. An absolute must-see. I finally heard Saoirse’s name pronounced. It reminds me of the word insertion without the /n/ at the beginning and end. Ta-da.
4. Elmore Leonard wrote ten rules of writing, the first of which is never open a book with weather. The other nine are equally illuminating and brilliant and entertaining and explanatory and aspirational.
5. I found a recipe for Apple Crisp on page 134 of my favorite microwave cookbook. An apple a day…
6. David Maraniss and Doug Stanton discussed the Vietnam War yesterday on BookTV. It was a conversation about the past that could actually educate us all for the future. Their knowledge is total and complete.
Final thought from the American Book Awards:
Telling the truth is a matter of valor and bravery.
Til next time.
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Saturday, November 11, 2017
I just received a super-duper offer from Sirius XM for two years of satellite radio. For only $400+, I can have their radio service. Unfortunately, this offer is not for me. The reason? For the sake of due diligence, I actually feel compelled to read their ten-part disclaimer written in 4 point font, and frankly, I don’t have that kind of time nor that big of a magnifying glass.
So, it’s gonna have to be public radio for me.
Sorry, Sirius.
Plus, there's always BookTV. Just watched Jon Kerstetter talking about his book as a doctor and soldier and as a recovering stroke victim. He did a wonderful job. He talked about the Carlisle Mission School and the Oneida tribe. This reminded me of Sherman Alexie’s wonderful books based on his life as a member of the Spokane tribe in Washington.
Both of these men have an inner strength that manifests itself in one word…resilience.
And best of all? Their wonderfully written and profoundly good books are NOT written in 4 point font.
Til next time.
Yes, I met Sherman, he signed my book/his book.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
An assistant named Fantasia.
An investigator named Kalinda.
An attorney named Elsbeth.
A PB&J sandwich with pear, brie, and jambon (French ham).
A pumpkin-spice espresso.
An enjoyable afternoon with Several Short Sentences about Writing (by Verlyn Klinkenborg).
And the day moves forward.
It’s just so great what a little caffeine can do…not to mention my beloved Eric Carle wristwatch, which is SO much better than…well, you know.
Til next time.
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Sunday, November 5, 2017
Michael Lewis did a great job during his three-hour interview today on BookTV. I watched the whole thing and barely even blinked. His books are based on topics he finds interesting. And fortunately, his interests are universally interesting.
I’m even going to rewatch his The Big Short.
And an extra bonus is that The Big Short streams on Netflix.
Hurray.
Til next time.
A blink-free zone...almost.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Just got my catalog from Tiffany & Co. At a time when Sears and Kmart are closing stores, Tiffany is sending out a catalog of must-have items. This is the kind of thing a socio-economist would be interested in studying.
For me, I’m interested in the Texas Book Festival, which has been broadcasting live on BookTV all day. It’s been tremendous. The Texas Book Festival and BookTV are real gifts to the nation. And TOMORROW, Michael Lewis will be live for three hours. I’ll be there. And I might even flip through my new catalog although it will probably be very easy/difficult not to order/wish for anything.
Speaking of wishes, I just started reading Wishtree by Katherine Applegate. And by page three, I’m totally reminded of Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. So, I know this is gonna be a great book.
I did also just finish Solar by Ian McEwan. Ian writes about a physicist named Michael Beard. Professor Beard is interested in saving the planet from global warming.
Professor Beard's first idea is:
1. Dumping iron shards into the ocean in order to feed plankton which will then absorb the earth’s man-made carbon thereby creating a planet that is carbon neutral.
His second idea is:
2. Harnessing solar power, separating hydrogen from water, burning the hydrogen, turning the turbines, generating electricity. As near as I can tell. The fact that this hasn’t been implemented in real world time, means that it’s a difficult and expensive process. But ultimately, non-polluting energy on a non-profit basis for the benefit of humanity and the planet is the goal. I have no doubt that this is going to happen. But in time? That’s the rub.
Ian McEwen is a genius. His ability to tell the stories of people’s messy lives while at the same time including great emphases on math, music, science, philosophy, religion, morals, and history is simply second to none.
What a week. Actually, what a week-end.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Done and dusted. I seem to be using this phrase a lot lately. Can't say why.
Saturday by Ian McEwan. A day in the life of a surgeon who lives his day with a game, a fight, a dinner, a hostage situation, and finally a reprieve. All in one day. On a very busy Saturday. There’s nothing better than a well-crafted story told effortlessly.
Amsterdam by Ian McEwan. A woman dies and two old friends deal with the riches and spoils of her life. Music, politics, and the newspaper business all overlap in this story in a way that rings nothing but truth.
Autumn by Karl Ove Knausgaard. Brief essays about everything under the sun including the sun, the wind, the rain, and the stars. These are his gifts to his daughter. Karl Ove seems to live in a universe that is much, much beyond mine but which is viewable and appreciated.
Class Mom by Laurie Gelman. An older mom, Jen, with a kindergartener is talked into being a class mom for her young son. The book is a series of amusing anecdotes about the petty and profound ways in which schools, teachers, kids, parents, moms, dads, and life collide. In my mind I kept comparing Jen to Bernadette in Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple.
Next?
The Existentialist Café by Sarah Bakewell. Maybe. This book is one I should read but don’t necessarily want to read. I'm in two minds on this one.
I do know I want to read Wishtree by Katherine Applegate and can't wait to get started.
It’s a busy fall.
And to break it all up, I just rewatched Six by Sondheim for the third time. The music from Stephen is a gift like no other. And in the documentary when Dean Jones sings Being Alive from the 1970 production of Company, it’s heart-stopping. That song is in my head all the time. Before Dean sings, he says, “Well maybe there’s one more in me. Let’s find out.”
There was. And it was lovely.
Finally, I rewatched Alan Bennett’s film from 2015 titled The Lady in the Van with Maggie Smith and Alex Jennings. My favorite scene is from Alan’s study in a little house in Camden Town, London. I like the books, the shelves, the desk, the window, the fireplace, the color of the walls, the lamp, the chairs, the carpet, the mirror, the paintings, the framing of the shot, and both the sparceness and richness of the scene. It's just perfect. Alan also wrote The Madness of King George in 1994. How prolific can one writer be?
Very.
Welp. Happy Halloween.
Til next time.
Maggie and Alex and Alan...and don't forget Frances de la Tour.
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Monday, October 23, 2017
It was on cable. I was flipping through the channels, and there it was…once again.
The question is. How many times is too many times to watch Beaches?
Two times?
Three times?
Five times?
Oh dear. Then again, x times over thirty years seems about right.
No worries. Moving on. BookTV does it again.
I watched Al Gore discussing his new book on climate change. A brilliant and instructive conversation. And then I also watched Hillary Clinton discussing her new book. Another brilliant interview.
Both leaders bring a strong intellectual gaze everywhere they look.
Then in the NYTBR I found a tribute to Larry McMurtry written by Douglas Brinkley. Writers are always at their best when praising other writers. And finally, Bill Clinton wrote a positive book review of Ron Chernow's new book on Ulysses S. Grant. Bill, Ron, and Ulysses. A good team.
One more thing. Three folks wrote letters to the editor of the NYTBR. They criticized Robert Gottlieb for dissing romance novels in one of his book reviews. Whoa. So. Based on those letters to the editor, I'm thinking of reading a Julia Quinn novel titled The Duke and I. Maybe. There's a lot on my nightstand at the moment including another Ian McEwan novel.
I hope Ian never stops writing.
Oh yes. Philip Pullman was interviewed in the Times about his previous books as well as his new book. Too good. Too good. Too good.
Til next time.
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Saturday, October 21, 2017
Randy Newman was on Prairie Home Companion tonight. It was a live video stream from The Fitgerald Theater in St. Paul, Minnesota. Randy Newman and Chris Thile. Pretty good. Pretty...Pretty...Good.
Til next time.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2017
The winner. George Saunders won the Man Booker Prize for Lincoln in the Bardo. Nothing could be better.
Til next time.
The Booker Prize. How could the day be any more just.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Just finished Saturday by Ian McEwan. Totally brilliant. Instructive and engaging. I took notes. A day in the life of Henry. I love the book but will never, ever eat fish stew.
This book packs philosophy, modernity, morality, decency, rage, and societal collapse all between the covers of a normal singular life.
How'd he do it? Willpower, insight, talent, perseverance? All the above?
Another thought.
Medicine, Law, Teaching, Writing.
The four horsemen of whatever is the opposite of the apocalypse.
Til next time.
Monday, October 16, 2017
A few notes about Victoria & Abdul versus the British Empire’s subjugation of India as portrayed by the PBS broadcast of Indian Summers will have to wait for another day except to say that cultural suppression of one group by another will always end badly even when romanticized by Hollywood.
One other thought. Judi Dench was brilliant in this movie and actually portrayed Queen Victoria as insulated and out of touch with the rest of humanity. The movie illustrates the lack of a need for a system of royal monarchies.
The whole idea that societies need monarchies seems passé, counter-intuitive, unfair, illogical, aberrant, and unnecessary.
On a brighter note, I caught on C-SPAN Nicola Sturgeon giving her party’s conference speech this week. She’s the First Minister of Scotland.
The speech was brilliant. And Nicola is wicked smart…even smarter than Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting.
In short…Scotland…a new destination for consensus, democracy, education, non-profit energy production, equity, and financial stability.
Til next time.
Saturday, October 14, 2017
I’ve finished The Wonder. And then I caught Gangs of New York on TV.
Two big Irish-oriented narratives experienced in the same day.
Nearly too much reality. In both, there were themes of power, poverty, morality, struggle, death, confusion, injustice, and an ending. But there never really is an ending. There’s only repetition and recirculation of life’s familiar themes.
Learning from the past is a slow process it seems.
Next on the list is McEwan, Wilde, Knausgaard, Dreiser, or whoever somewhat miraculously appears in my sightline.
And after that maybe something like Victoria & Abdul. Or a quick trip to the beach. Or a slice of banana cream pie. Or a quick shopping trip to Pier 1. Or finishing the software upgrade to my old macbook. Or cleaning out the fridge. Or capturing the perfect selfie. Or…
Actually, I think I’ll tune into Bookworm. The beloved Michael Silverblatt is always so insightful about what comes next. The world of books world is lucky to have him.
Looks like a busy day after all.
Til next time.
The perfect selfie selfie.
Monday, October 9, 2017
I just finished A Legacy of Spies by John le Carré. What a brutal business is the world of spies and spying. There's actually plenty of evidence around to suggest that personal friendships over master spies are the way to end all cold wars. But, we seem to be a long way from those kinds of endeavors.
And now?
It was sort of a difficult choice to make because I already have some knowledge of the brutality of the Irish famine in the 19th century. Nevertheless, I've decided to read The Wonder by Emma Donoghue. And so far, it's got just the right amount of complexity and mystery topped with thoughts about the powers of religion and poverty and how those two phenomena interact and intersect. Ireland has come a long way. But the past is not past and must be regarded with care. So I'll read on and hope for the best.
Til next time.
Sunday, October 8, 2017
I don’t know why I’m always so surprised when I find something of value quite by accident as opposed to finding something because I specifically searched for it. But there you have it.
Today, I found quite by accident on BookTV a discussion of social economics led by Jeffrey Sachs who interviewed Nobel Peace Prize winner from Bangladesh, Muhammad Yunus. It was a 90-minute gift.
Social economics is a movement wherein money is allocated from philanthropists and investors to entrepreneurs worldwide who do not qualify for regular bank loans.
This economic movement is supported by the United Nations under the auspices of the Sustainable Development Goals. There are seventeen of these goals.
They must be met according to the UN in order to sustain the planet. And there is no Plan B in case these goals don’t work out because there is no Planet B.
Goal 1: No Poverty
Goal 2: Zero Hunger
Goal 3: Good Health and Well-Being
Goal 4: Quality Education
Goal 5: Gender Equality
Goal 6: Clean Water and Sanitation
Goal 7: Affordable and Clean Energy
Goal 8: Decent Work and Economic Growth
Goal 9: Industry, Innovation, and Infrastructure
Goal 10: Reduced Inequalities
Goal 11: Sustainable Cities and Communities
Goal 12: Responsible Consumption and Production
Goal 13: Climate Action
Goal 14: Life Below Water
Goal 15: Life on Land
Goal 16: Peace, Justice, and Strong Institutions
Goal 17: Partnerships for the Goals
This was a great find for a Sunday afternoon. Glad I was in the right place at the right time.
Jeffrey Sachs and Muhammad Yunnus…unstoppable.
Til next time.
A concise reminder of what needs to be done.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Michael Silverblatt recently talked to an author about his own (Michael’s) innocence as a person and as a reader. It was a sweet moment.
And on some level, it’s probably an innate universal aspirational achievement…to be innocent.
I've never listened to an interview on Bookworm that didn't strike me as profoundly worthwhile.
And also.
Louise Glück and Colm Tóibín discussed their work at the LIVE presentation at the New York Public Library this past May. Louise read from her newest book of poetry. Colm read from his book House of Hands, which is about Agamemnon. Louise mentioned Edith Hamilton’s children’s versions of Greek mythology.
Listening to the two of them talk to each other about their work, about Greek mythology, and about the art of writing was a brief liberal arts education.
They are heroic…in the best Greek sense of the word.
And now?
I’ve finished Glass Houses by Louise Penny and am putting aside Oscar Wilde for a bit because I want to start John le Carré’s A Legacy of Spies.
The Glass Houses book took me a little while to read. It was a bit disjointed in that it skipped from winter to summer from courtroom to bistro in the blink of an eye as if it were a screenplay written for TV. Plus there were lots of characters to keep track of.
So. I’m. Off. To the mysterious world of spies and espionage.
Til next time.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Lynne Olson was live for three hours today on BookTV. Her books feature World War II. She shared many facts about the war. 25,000,000 Soviets died. 400,000 Americans died. 6,000,000 Jews died. 400,000 Britains died. 6,000,000 Polish citizens died. 4,000,000 German soldiers died.
60,000,000 people worldwide died in this war.
And also.
The Vietnam documentary by Ken Burns is out.
The movie Dunkirk is out.
The series Occupied on Netflix is out.
It’s a lot for a Sunday afternoon.
The one and only upside of all this various media is that there are brave writers and thinkers out there who can dispassionately study all these historical details and thereby provide hope that principled leaders and everyday people will eventually come to consensus on the value, necessity, and honor of living in peace.
Everyday People with Sly and the Family Stone.
Til next time.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
I’m not meeting my goal of not reading two books at a time.
The only saving grace to the current situation is that one book is fiction while the other is not. I’m reading Glass Houses by Louise Penny and Oscar Wilde by Richard Ellmann.
Glass Houses is a mystery/crime/police/legal thriller and has gotten rave reviews. I find that I’m having to review in my head the new terms for the Canadian names for police, judge, chief, etc. This is slowing me down. But I’m assuming I’ll be up to speed soon. I’ve just started reading this book, but I already like the main character…Armand Gamache.
Oscar Wilde is a biography and is exceptionally thorough. The scholarship is trustworthy and the endnotes are plentiful. It’s sort of a slow read for me because I’m having to look up so many references.
Things I thought I knew have new contexts and include the work of Kierkegaard 1813-1855 (whose first name is Søren) and Andrea Palladio (1508-1580) (who is responsible for Palladian architecture and who was inspired by Roman and Greek architecture).
Wilde attended Oxford and understood a lot more about philosophy, art, architecture, and geography than is portrayed in his play (which I love with Dame Judi Dench) The Importance of Being Earnest.
My hat is off to Ellmann. His book and its documentation are quite substantial feats.
I’ve also selected the next two books after these two…
The Golden House by Salman Rushdie
A Legacy of Spies by John le Carré
October’s gonna be a busy month.
Til next time.
A Photo Booth rendition.
Friday, September 22, 2017
It’s sort of a funny thing to remember on a Friday afternoon, but I do remember the first time, a long time ago, when I realized that the person who wrote Charlotte’s Web was the same person who wrote Strunk and White’s The Elements of Style. Elwyn Brooks White also wrote Here is New York and contributed in a major way to The New Yorker.
Not a bad memory with which to start the weekend.
And finally, here’s E.B. reading a bit from yet another of his books...
The Trumpet of the Swan.
Til next time.
E.B. White, 1899-1985.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
I was reading something recently about Ian Buruma. He is the new editor of The New York Review of Books. And then this morning I was watching the live broadcast on BookTV from the Brooklyn Book Festival, and there was Ian leading a panel discussion on refugees and immigrants.
The panelists were Darryl Pinckney, Masha Gessen, and Yasmine El Rashidi.
It was an outstanding discussion of America’s immigration process from writers and thinkers who have studied and written extensively about the issue.
In the end, Ian asked the panel what should be the process for immigrating to America. The panelists each had different perspectives, and there was no consensus. This lack of consensus was in itself instructive.
Masha suggested no criteria for those wanting to immigrate. Ian suggested there were pragmatic issues to be considered. Yasmine pointed out no one wanted to immigrate to Egypt. Darryl discussed whether citizenship was a right or a privilege.
And all too soon, the 2017 Brooklyn Book Festival came to an end.
Til next time.
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Friday, September 15, 2017
I should have been aware of Henry Fountain, but I wasn’t. Until this past Sunday that is.
Henry has written a book about the biggest earthquake in North America. The book is, The Quake: How the Biggest Earthquake in North America Changed Everything.
He was at Politics and Prose Bookstore in DC, and of course BookTV was there to capture the event. The place was packed. Totally packed. Standing room only. Readers reside in DC. It was quite a sight.
But the book…the book…it stands alone as a testament to curiosity, scholarship, insight, and stick-to-it-tiveness.
And as great as the book is, the real star is Henry. Henry documented the 9.2 quake that took place in Alaska in 1964. A town and village were destroyed. And the entire region was permanently changed.
In the process of listening to him talk about his book, two big things were mentioned.
1. Henry met George. George Plafker. George was a young geologist with the U.S. Geological Survey in 1964, and George personally investigated the Alaska quake. As George concluded and published the results of his study, he confirmed the theory of plate tectonics. It was the first conclusive evidence that the theory of plate tectonics was at the core of our planet.
All this in 1964. George is still alive. He goes to his office every day. And he loves geology.
This quake, George, and now Henry have changed everything we know about plate tectonics, earthquakes, and how the planet is structured. There are about 12 plates on the planet, and they’re constantly moving and bumping up against each other.
2. The talk that Henry gave was fascinating and informative, and lots of people at the end of the talk had lots of great questions.
One question in particular was about fracking and earthquakes.
Henry explained the relationship between fracking and earthquakes. For every one barrel of oil that is produced from drilling into rock and shale for oil and gas, fifty barrels of radioactive and chemically spoiled wastewater are produced. Because this wasterwater is radioactive and not easily disposed of, it is then forced into underground disposal wells…and voila. Earthquakes.
Fracking and wastewater disposal from fracking cause earthquakes. George and Henry. Two people who love science, pursued their scientific paths, and gave us The Quake.
Til next time.
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Sunday, September 10, 2017
Jerry Pinkney created a beautiful book in 2000 titled Aesop’s Fables. He included The Rooster and the Fox on page 82.
The moral of the fable? Tricksters are easily tricked.
From Aesop’s Rooster to Geoffrey Chaucer’s 1390 A.D. Chanticleer, roosters and foxes have been around for quite awhile.
Til next time.
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Thursday, September 7, 2017
Books aside for the moment.
Today, I decided I needed a sugary treat.
How about an oatmeal cookie with raisins as well as a peanut butter and chocolate granola bar? Yes, please.
So off to the grocer I went.
But when I got home, I was in for a lesson in corporate packaging. I took photos.
And even with the slight discrepancies, they were both very deeeelicious.
Til next time.
Brought to us Partially Produced by Genetic Engineering by General Mills Sales, Inc. and The Quaker Oats Company. Verrrry Interesting.
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
I finished reading Broken River and was impressed with how the book wove together such a wide and oppositional variety of events, characters, action, and circumstance. The book captured almost all of life’s normal foibles and had an ending that couldn’t and shouldn’t have happened any other way.
Currently, I’m reading Washington: A Life by Ron Chernow. The book is readable and illuminating. AND it’s written by an historian who can be trusted to present the best historically-documented research available.
Also, George Saunders and Michael Silverblatt are back in my sightline as they discuss on KCRW's Bookworm Lincoln in the Bardo…an all-time great book that I am going to reread.
And finally, Dr. Carla Hayden, the Librarian of Congress was interviewed and featured several times live on BookTV this past Saturday at the 17th Library of Congress National Book Festival. She’s absolutely perfect for the job. I’ve heard her interviewed several times, and she is consistently pro-book, pro-library, and pro-reading at the level of 100%.
And really finally, I caught an interview with Jack Dorsey, Founder and CEO of Twitter. Very impressive young man. He spoke for over an hour and seems to be a respectable and conscientious businessman who is striving to increase his company’s capital while simultaneously striving to do good work and improve the world’s struggling and broken situations. I should probably check my twitter account more than once every blue moon. I feel like I’m missing out…
Til next time.
There are several Bardos but only one Lincoln.
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
John le Carré has a new novel out. It got a good review, and I'm going to read it. Which brings me to Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, which I bought on dvd and have watched probably a dozen times. There's nothing in the movie that is not wonderful including Tom Hardy, which of course brings me to Taboo on BBC featuring Tom as a sea captain and shrewd businessman up against mighty and ruthless sea-faring forces and then the movie Legend wherein Tom simultaneously plays two twin brothers who run an illegal and gangster-oriented racket in London. Tom is great in all these parts. I wonder if he's a nice person. I bet he is.
What else?
I’ve finished reading two books by Andrew Sean Greer. Less…about Arthur who travels the world looking and writing and The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells…about, well, Greta, who travels from 1918 to 1941 to 1985 always as the same person living her life in difficult times. Totally excellent books.
And finally, I’ve just started reading Broken River by J. Robert Lennon, and I was hooked by page one.
A busy summer.
PS I was thinking of buying a small, small car for zipping around town. And I was thinking how nice it would be to be sold a small, small car for zipping around town by the salespeople at Lexus. They are so accommodating and pleasant. Then again, $$$$$.
A bicycle maybe?
Til next time.
A colorful day...
Monday, August 28, 2017
I learned really interesting things yesterday from BookTV, and I thought to myself, “Self, you should write those down. Nah, I'll wait till tomorrow.”
But now, I can’t remember what they were. Good intentions...
But wait. I just remembered. Hurray.
Robert Smalls
son of Lydia and Robert,
an enslaved person,
a sea captain,
a US Congressman, and
great, great grandfather to Michael Boulware Moore of South Carolina.
Robert Smalls lived from 1839 to 1915 (aged 75). He was a leader of leaders and could have easily been lost to history if not for the author’s efforts to document his life and achievements. The author was Cate Lineberry and the book is Be Free or Die. The event took place at Politics and Prose Bookstore in DC on July 10, 2017. It was really great. And the place was packed.
Always heartening.
I wonder if Brian Lamb is aware of the contributions he's made to the book world. I suspect not. I think he keeps too busy to reflect too much on the gift of books that he's given us. But maybe not. Maybe he's aware of how great BookTV is. Plus, the website and its searching capability are second to none. Thank you, Mr. Lamb.
Til next time.
Friday, August 25, 2017
This week has flown by. Karl Ove Knausgaard has a new book out, and Kathy Bates has a new Netflix series.
Karl Ove never stops writing. I think he should write a Netflix series for Kathy. Two great talents telling stories. I bet it would be a hit series.
I was listening to a conversation about the concept of Character Quotient, which is tangentially related to Intelligent Quotient and Emotional Quotient.
Because the best scholarship defines those kinds of measurements as highly susceptible to situation (situational dependency), I won’t worry too much about them.
What else? Might try the Elena Ferrante books again. Rave reviews. I tried the first one, but it didn’t take. Maybe I’ll give them another go.
Or better yet…maybe I’ll reread Where’d You Go, Bernadette?
Choices, choices.
Til next time.
What to read next...
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Today marks the day I finished reading The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North/Catherine North.
How Claire invented this character and this book is a mystery. A miracle of a mystery.
It’s a book of morality supported by science, philosophy, religion, history, and geography. In the end, it concludes (for now) in a way that is a relief.
Also at the end of the book, the publisher has included a list of rather straight-jacketed questions for discussion. The questions were so plodding that I am now assigning myself the task of Forgetting them so that the magic of the book will stay with me.
It’s easy to believe that if I could live forever by repeating life over and over, I would engage in “putting things right that once went wrong,” which is something Harry consciously chose not to do except for keeping track of Victor.
If I were in a position to right wrongs, I would first have to consult with the Dalai Lama, Karen Armstrong, Noam Chomsky, Malala Yousafzai, Jimmy Carter, Lawrence Wright, H.W. Brands, Douglas Brinkley, Walter Cronkite, Jared Diamond, E. O. Wilson, Janet Yellen, John Lewis, Angela Merkel, Arundhati Roy, and RBG. To start.
A gem of an idea made into a book. Probably even better than tomorrow's eclipse.
Til next time.
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Tuesday, August 15, 2017
I’m a third into The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North/Catherine Webb, and I’m mesmerized.
Harry is a person who is reborn repeatedly with full memory of all of his past lives. By age three of every life, he is able to remember all his previous experiences as well as everything he has accumulatively learned in school and in life. In short, he has full awareness of everything he has ever encountered throughout all the hundreds of years of his existence.
He is also a member of the Cronus Club, which is a Club for people just like him.
This book is a cross between Quantum Leap and Tuck Everlasting while creating plausible situations where philosophy, history, religion, politics, war, life, purpose, and being all intersect. Harry is not a character who is out to do good like Sam in Quantum Leap. He is merely living his life and living in the world in pretty normal ways as a doctor, spy, professor, scientist, or groundskeeper among many.
This book is a whole new genre. It’s even better than the Harry Potter idea because there’s no magic involved…there are only ordinary people who live repeatedly.
And my best guess is that I don’t think Harry will ever come back as a giant bug, which is good, because that’s a whole different kind of story.
Til next time.
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Sunday, August 13, 2017
Wallace Shawn, son of William and Cecille, was interviewed this past week on Bookworm.
Wallace has written a new book, Night Thoughts. I’m going to listen to the interview again. And then, maybe probably even again.
His book is an analysis of the lucky, the unlucky, the haves, and the have-nots and is thoughtful, reflective, and unapologetic. His manifesto may not change the world but it certainly does explain it. And that’s not nothing. In fact, it’s quite significant. He’s in a unique position to document how we got here and what should happen in this uncharted new world. His writing and stance are brave. But then again, he’s in a position to be brave. Not everyone is.
And as Chris Hedges once said kindly, "You do what you can do."
Til next time.
Friday, August 11, 2017
Amazingly, today Kai Ryssdal of marketplace.org recommended seeing the movie, Wonder Woman. I’m gonna work that movie into my schedule. I’ve learned more about finance and economics by listening to his radio show than I did in my college economics course…Sadly, I wasn’t a good economics student, and even sadder is that I had a well-known economist as my prof. I should have stepped up, leaned in, rose to the occasion, took better notes, or simply paid more attention. It’s never too late.
Til next time.
Hollywood, call me. I'm in the book.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
I finished The Answers: A Novel by Catherine Lacey.
What happens when the world of science can reduce the essence of a human being to a mass of neurochemicals through which each person can be manipulated to need, feel, and want according to a specified and authorized set of criteria?
That’s what this book explores.
And in the end, this level of manipulation is what is actually taking place now in the perceived world according to writers who write about big data and its corporate use.
The book ends with the main character simply turning off her smart phone.
So…while computers with air gaps and apps that disallow tracking and novelists who switch off their phones might be the answers, none of those things appears to be happening any time soon.
Proceeding with caution is the answer.
But actually, it’s pretty exciting to think that the human brain is studying itself one brain at a time. Maybe it will reveal why chocolate is so good and why John Philip Sousa always sounds so wholesome.
But for now, far from the madding crowd as well as all things tech is a cookbook by Judith Jones who died this past week. I have her cookbook as a gift from Scot. Thank you again for sending this my way. It’s elegant, delicious, and free from all neurochemicals as far as I can tell.
Til next time.
March 10, 1924 - August 2, 2017.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
The Times had a piece today about the statue of Friedrich Engels.
Seems the twelve-foot tall statue has been restored and repositioned to Manchester, England from Ukraine where the statue had been cut in half and discarded.
The article mentioned Engels’s book published in 1845, The Condition of the Working Class in England. In this book, Engels documents the movement of people from farm life to city life to the industrial revolution to the capitalization of workers to the resultant reduction in the quality of life for these workers and their families…basically in perpetuity.
I found the entire book on Gutenberg.org and am up to page 99.
Also, based on the article in the Times, I remembered that some time back I had read Down and Out in Paris and London published in 1933 by George Orwell who documented much the same kind of demise and distress of the working class.
So I thought I’d revisit it. But as I began searching for Down and Out on my shelves, I couldn’t find it. I persisted.
And finally. Eureka. There it was. Housed between 1984 and Noam Chomsky’s Manufacturing Consent. I suppose at some point in time that seemed a better location to me than say something based on…I don’t knoowww…maybe Dewey decimal.
At any rate, next time I need it, boom, I’ll know just where it is.
PS Note to AT&T. How's the whole net neutrality thing coming along? My internet wifi system lately seems w a y t o o s l o w. Thanks for checking on that for me.
Til next time.
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Thursday, August 3, 2017
A perfect ending with the tip of a hat for 65 years of consistent service to Queen and country captured perfectly and spontaneously by Hannah McKay for Reuters.
Til next time.
Prince Philip exits stage left.
Monday, July 31, 2017
November 5, 1943 - July 27, 2017 (age 73).
Sam Shepard died last Thursday. I saw his play Fool for Love at the Friedman Theatre on November 14, 2015. Nina Arianda and Sam Rockwell were the leads. The acting was so intense and the plot was so desperate that the only thing that made it bearable was knowing that Sam, Nina, and Sam R. weren’t actually living those particular lives of quiet and not-so-quiet desperation.
Til next time.
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Sunday, July 30, 2017
Three big things.
Elon Musk released his new $30,000 electric Model 3 car. AND he's got deposits and orders for 500,000 more. Even though I love my electric golf cart, I'm still a bit cautious about the idea of zooming down the highway at 70 mph and suddenly running out of juice. But 500,000 people can't be wrong. Can they?
Garry Kasparov has a new book out. He's a world chess champ (he beat IBM’s machine). He was interviewed on BookTV. I believe his perspective on Deep Thinking can be trusted. But then again, maybe not.
Geoffrey West talked about his new book on Scale. Geoffrey is a theoretical physicist. To be as smart as he has got to be exhausting. Or perhaps exhilarating. Probably the latter.
Big things are happening. Even on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Til next time.
In the slow lane with two loyal companions...
Friday, July 28, 2017
How is it possible to live all this time without having Lorrie Moore’s books as part of my sensibilities? I Do Not Know.
But yesterday, after idly clicking around here and there and reading about various book reviewers and bookish type folks, there she was.
There she was. Talking on a youtube video with Deborah Treisman from The New Yorker’s book festival in 2010. Lorrie was serious, funny, witty, relaxed, accomplished, and much admired by her audience.
So a few more clicks on Amazon and done.
Dusted and done. Done and dusted.
She’s now on my kindle and in my sphere of all things good.
And even better?
It’s Friday.
PLUS.
On my totally awesome Bose speaker, Nick Cave is singing on a play, repeat, play, repeat…basis The Boatman’s Call (brought to my attention by Bill Nighy in the movie About Time).
And once again?
It’s Friday.
Plenty of time to read and then read some more.
Til next time.
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Thursday, July 27, 2017
As is my custom on Thursday, I tune in to listen to Michael Silverblatt. And whoa. There he is interviewing Arundhati Roy about her new book, which I finished yesterday. YESTERDAY!
Utmost happiness right here on my computer.
Michael said many things in praise of her novel as a work that stretches the frame for what a novel is. He also said specifically about the book that its portrayal of power shows that power tries to reduce life to dichotomies of two and then destroy one. He got the essence of the book exactly right.
Arundhati also talked about the novel as a work that is not a film or an essay or a history book. “The time when writers were dangerous has passed. And it must come back.”
The book she has written is not dangerous except for dreamers, idealists, and revolutionists who need a dangerous book. The book is an accurate accounting of dreams, hopes, plans, corruptions, meanness, broken hearts, and broken pieces that come together for a whole new heart. A perfect book.
Til next time.
Michael interviews Arundhati...today.
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Today, I finished Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness: A Novel. It seems both respectful and disrespectful of such a monumental work to write something here in my little journal. But letting the day go by without acknowledgment doesn’t feel like an option either.
So here goes.
How did she write such a book, such a big worldly book? At the end, she thanks a total of 91 people including friends, family, publishers, sustainers, and encouragers, and she does this with a light and sincere touch. But after writing this monumental book about power, war, poverty, loss, love, and hopeless hope, the acknowledgments feel far too generous. It was all her. Really. This book is all from her.
I love the book. Love the book. Love the book. The characters who survived. The characters who didn’t. The graveyard that became a home for the living. The births, the deaths, the absolute eye for truth, the courage to tell the story…it’s all there. And now it’s totally in my head.
So.
Here’s wishing utmost happiness to Anjum, Tilo, Musa, Naga, and Dr. Bhartiya. Not to mention Arundhati and her mom Mary.
Til next time.
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Pamela Paul is the editor of TNYTBR. She led a panel discussion at the Miami Book Fair on November 21, 2015. She asked five authors the question, “Why read?”
For me, I read to find out what it’s like to be backstage with Patti LuPone or in Afghanistan with Sebastian Junger or in Delhi with Arundhati Roy or in Ireland with Frank McCourt or in the Galapagos with Jared Diamond or in Berlin with Markus Zusak or in the Gulag with Solzhenitsyn or with Harry in Hogwarts or in Ohio with James Thurber or with Toni Morrison in Paradise or in Latin America with Eduardo Galeano or in France with Michel Houellebecq or by the sea with Iris Murdoch or in NYC with Donna Tartt or on the Rez with Sherman Alexie or anywhere with Oliver Sacks.
If I couldn’t read, I’d just be stuck on the side of the road waiting for the dust to settle and the clouds to part.
Ooh, that was way too theatrical. Time for a dish of ice cream and maybe a little Gershwin. After all, it is summertime.
Til next time.
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Thursday, July 20, 2017
Gosh. Everywhere I look lately, there’s Henry David Thoreau.
I’ve even got two books on the shelf that I’ve had for a while and have not yet read.
Awhile? Okay. QUITE a while.
Henry Thoreau a Life of the Mind by Robert D. Richardson, Jr. and
The Annotated Walden
Walden; or, Life in the Woods Edited by Philip Van Doren Stern.
But MAINLY, Douglas Brinkley has an essay in the July 9 edition of the NYTBR, page 12, and that reminded me that July 12 is Thoreau’s 200th birthday.
Douglas Brinkley has done as much for history, the environment, and biographies as any writer can possibly do.
He’s a writer of writers. Thank you, Douglas.
Thoreau said, “In wilderness is the preservation of the world.”
Til next time.
Quite a bit of reading to do...
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Organizing photos today and found several I like from NYC.
Captured the Rockefeller Building in just the right light.
Took the bus to 155th and Broadway to the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
Love this sidewalk on 6th Avenue and in Thurber’s book and film The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.
Popped over to MOMA to see Monet.
Went to Columbia University’s Rare Book Room to see FDR’s letter to Frances Perkins and Carl Sandburg’s Fog poem for Otto Harbach.
Finally found Hall of Fame for Great Americans at Bronx Community College.
Used the phone at the 42nd Street NYPL.
Hopped the train to Poughkeepsie to see the Roosevelt Presidential Library.
Caught Staten Island from the air.
Til next time.
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American Academy of Arts and Letters.
50th and Sixth Avenue.
Monet at MOMA.
On the way to the rare book room at Columbia University.
Totally priceless.
Little cat feet.
Bronx Community College.
One of the last working phone booths in America.
From Grand Central to Poughkeepsie...a snap.
The miracle of Staten Island.
Monday, July 17, 2017
Saturday, October 25, 2014…MOMA…Lunch…Second in line…With my friend EWW…Right behind…
Lois Ehlert.
We couldn’t believe it. There she was in person, for real, in line, with her editor waiting for the café to open. It was glorious.
