Hans Christian Andersen--Fairy Tales (From 1835)

The first Scandinavian book (of surprisingly many) to appear on the IWE list, though 'book' in this instance was rather suggested than defined, as the complete Andersen's Fairy Tales would run to several thick volumes, and the outline that accompanied the entry in the encyclopedia was restricted to just seven of the more celebrated stories. I thought I would like to read something a little in-between these two extremes, so, there being an old Modern Library edition of Andersen (combined in a single volume with the Grimms, who come up later on this list), as I often do I decided to read that as a default. Incredibly however, that edition was missing one of the seven core stories ('Thumbelina"), so I had to supplement that book with a edition illustrated by Arthur Rackham (orig. 1932) that my children have, though I don't think any of them have ever read it. This volume also included a few other stories that were not in the Modern Library Edition. So in all I read about 500 pages of Andersen, which I think is a sufficient amount.

It took me a while to get in a comfortable reading mode with these stories. Even though it is undoubtedly a children's book so far as content, the prose partakes more of the elaborate and dense 19th century literary style than most children's literature, but not, I found, always in a way that carried me through the pages. It seems to me that most modern children would find it difficult to read as an entertainment. The breaking up of the reading into fifty or so separate stories also seemed to work against settling into a consistent rhythm for me. At times however, a story would come that I could get into somewhat, and I was drawn into the romantic Old Europe state of mind that is what I largely seek in reading books like this. 

As an author Andersen's extreme use of personification, perhaps the most fantastic I have encountered among this class of imaginative writer, stands out. Where other writers will have articles of clothing or furniture or other inanimate objects come to life as characters, Andersen will find personality in ever more minute partitions, not merely will a whole shirt be a character, but the collar and the cuff links and all of the individual buttons; not simply a glove, but each of the five fingers (On the other hand, this is not an uncommon way of thinking with children. My six year-old said something this morning which unfortunately I have already forgotten, but it had to with someone inanimate object wondering why we had 'insides' or something like that). This level of micro-personification is absent from all of the more celebrated stories, however. Andersen loved storks, and these interesting birds and the theme of their annual migrations between Denmark and Egypt appear in several of the better of the lesser-known stories. I also duly noted the Christian elements that frequently appear in the stories, though I tended to gloss over them with a lazy approval, as I find my idea of the austere old Scandinavian Protestantism to be aesthetically satisfying to a certain degree, though as in all Western religious cultures, I am conscious that the implementation of this vision upon the earth often resulted in inflicting great torments especially upon the more vulnerable segments of the population. Andersen's wisdom and morality, being of a petulant--some might even say childish--quality, suspicious (or resentful) of arrogance and the centrality of wealth and social status in human relations, especially when the origins of these conditions long pre-dated the lives of the individuals concerned, seem to have been broadly in step with what I perceived as a child to be the general direction of mass opinion during the 60s and 70s. At least the morals of his stories strike me as being more fully in tune with the particular attitudes of that time, perhaps because they were somewhat more widely realized then, than with those of the present.  

Brief impressions of the seven main tales:

"The Little Mermaid"--In the Modern Library Edition, just "The Mermaid". From the literary standpoint the best of the stories by far, and moving in its way, though there is still something pathetic about it. I have never seen the Disney movie, though I remember something about the feminists going crazy because the mermaid gives up her voice for the sake of a man, and one who is rather vapid and nondescript apart from unearned social rank and physical beauty at that, though that does happen in the original story and is rather central to the plot. However, apparently the mermaid does not die in the cartoon, and that seems rather essential to the plot too.

"The Little Match Girl"--I am impressed at the existence of a story of scarcely more than a page recognized as a classic of a kind, and nothing is coming to me by which I might set to eviscerating the conception and the elements of the tale. But having long grown accustomed to stories being much longer, I could not but experience it as rather slight.

"The Emperor's New Clothes"--This story has never really worked for me. My imagination has always been more consumed with the idea that the king is literally buck naked than the allegorical meaning being put across (it was never my good fortune to live in an environment where I was able to develop a level of comfort with public nudity).

"Thumbelina"--("Thumbelisa" in the Rackham). The young frog and the mole who were suitors for Thumbelina had some humorous qualities.

"The Snow Queen"--Perhaps the translation in my book was a poor one, but I was actually confused by this story, though that was probably due to the difficulty I had in staying awake while trying to read it. In any event I was not into it.

"Big Claus and Little Claus"--Kind of a silly story, though I guess I was able to stay awake all the way through. I envisioned the title characters as Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd.

"The Ugly Duckling"--It's all right. Some of these stories are so well known that it is hard to have any reaction to them unless something about them really strikes you, and that did not take place with any of these.

"The Princess and the Pea" didn't make the IWE essential Hans Christian Andersen list.

Some of my favorites among the lesser well-known tales include "The Travelling Companion", "The Beetle", "The Strange Goloshes", The Tinder Box", and "The Marsh King's Daughter". These tend to involve journeys or quests or be speculations on identity, which are the kinds of themes in which I am always interested.

The Challenge (!)

1. To Kill a Mockingbird--Harper Lee.....................................................8,059
2. Being Mortal--Arul Gawande..............................................................3,933
3. The Fault in Our Stars (movie)...........................................................2,746
4. Cinderella (2015 movie)......................................................................1,867
5, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (movie).............1,190
6. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (movie)..........................................................781
7. Thumbelina (movie)................................................................................432
8. Go (movie)..............................................................................................299
9. The Tale of Princess Kaguya (movie)....................................................231
10. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (movie).......................................151
11. The Lotus Palace--Jeannie Lin.............................................................124
12. Princess Academy: The Forgotten Sisters--Shannon Hale.....................90
13. The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly--Sun-Mi Hwang.......................84
14. Happy Christmas (movie)......................................................................71
15. Trouble--Gary D. Schmidt......................................................................45
16. Surrendering to Motherhood--Iris Krasnow...........................................41

1st Round

#1 Lee over #16 Krasnow

I sometimes consider the upset when a book is really well-worn, but I wasn't up for a psychological treatise about mothering.

#2 Gawande over #15 Schmidt

The Schmidt book is some kind of genre novel, with which class of book, unless the author is a broadly acknowledged master of the form, I am trying to be finished as much as possible

#3 The Fault in Our Stars over #14 Happy Christmas

This is purely a matter of seeding, as I have no real interest in either movie, and they even came out in the same year (2014)

#13 Hwang over #4 Cinderella

#12 Hale over #5 Indiana Jones, etc.

#11 Lin over #6 Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

#10 Santa Claus Conquers the Martians over #7 Thumbelina

Though the Santa Claus film is rated among the worst movies of all time, it does date to the 60s and is going up against a cartoon, and I am burned out on cartoons as well.

#8 Go over #9 Princess Kaguya

A mid-90s sort of dark Generation X-looking endeavor over another kid's film,

2nd Round

#13 Hwang over #1 Lee

Hwang is a South Korean writer. Her book under consideration here looks to be very slight and twee, and is frequently compared in reviews to the infamous Jonathan Livingston Seagull. However, as her book turned up more than once during the qualifying for the Challenge, it was entitled to an upset, and here is its upset.

#2 Gawande over #12 Hale

Gawande's book, which is about end of life medical care, is making the most of my aversion to genre novels.

#11 Lin over #3 The Fault in Our Stars

#10 Santa Claus Conquers the Martians over #8 Go

No reason other than its age, and that I am oddly reluctant to revisit the period from the mid to late 90s, which tends to make me melancholy.

Final Four

#2 Gawande over #13 Hwang

In the end, there were to my mind too many annoying little things about The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly for me to have any enthusiasm to read it.

#11 Lin over #10 Santa Claus, etc

Championship

#2 Gawande over #11 Lin

Lin coasted into the finals by beating a string of movies, but her book is a Harlequin romance.

The suave victor

My library has 3 copies of the Gawande book, all of which are currently checked out, so I may not be able to get to it. It has certainly sold a ton and is attracting a lot of interest for a subject that does not exactly set my pulse to racing, so I guess I am willing to see what the fuss is about. He is a New Yorker staff writer as well as a Rhodes Scholar, prominent surgeon, adviser to  Bill Clinton and otherwise possessor of a championship resume all around, so obviously we'll be dealing with an intellect of some kind if we can get hold of his book.

November Update

A List--John Galsworthy--Forsyte Saga (The Man of Property) ...............138/878
B List--Hans Andersen--Fairy Tales ..........................................................283/418
C List--Rahul Bhattacharya--The Sly Company of People Who Care ..........79/278

Galsworthy has been much disparaged by top-tier intellectuals over the years, mostly for being the highly successful representative of the mainstream English literary establishment, even to the extent of winning the Nobel Prize, during the Heroic Era of Modernism, in comparison with which sensational and genius works his more conventional Forsyte books come off as uninspired, unimaginative, insipid, plain. Still, 138 pages in I find a not inconsiderable amount of literary skill and matter to hold my interest, which, as someone who has read a lot of English novels, particularly from this time period and in this general milieu, and has begun in my old age to increasingly find many of them indistinguishable from one another, is no longer a given. The establishment of the Forsyte mindset, basically that of seeing every event and interaction of life through a financial lens, is very thorough and convincing, moreso than other authors trying to depict such characters have been successful in conveying. This author's concerns and narrative choices strike me thus far as different, and in an interesting way. I also recently liked Dreiser's American Tragedy, another large, realistic, stylistically stodgy novel of the 20s (not to mention Alice Adams, Edward Bok's memoir, and several Eugene O'Neill plays), in spite of the contrast with the great Modernist works that influence's one's interaction with every more conventional work from that decade.

The Andersen is thus far a (mostly) pleasant interlude in the midst of series of longer and heavier books. I will do an extensive post on it here in a couple of weeks after I finish it.

The Bhattacharya book was published in 2011 and received broad acclaim. Its author is a native of Bombay (born 1979) and currently resides in New Delhi. His novel is set in the sparsely populated (around 700,000 people, or 2/3rds the number that lives in New Hampshire) tropical country of Guyana, which has a substantial East Indian-descended population, around 43%, which makes it the largest ethnic or racial group in that country, Africans coming in second at around 30%. I am not sure where the book itself is going quite yet--we have just finished an unsuccessful expedition deep into the swampy forest/jungle in quest of diamonds--but it has the definite flavor of the direction literature is heading in the future, or at least what a lot of people hope that future is going to look and sound like. I see on the internet that a lot of people are brought to mind of Naipaul. I thought of Naipaul too, because of the setting, and I suppose the language is somewhat reminiscent of The Mystic Masseur. It does not strike me as yet as being near that level of intelligence, humor, etc.

We had a little cold spell in October, but of course this week I have been reading on the porch every day, including today. 73 degrees. We still even have a little leaf color left, both on the trees and on the ground, though certainly we are well past peak. We have a huge copper beech tree in our yard which is always last to shed its leaves and is just getting around to doing that now.

Picture Gallery

The Forsytes (Irene and Soames) on television

Hans Christian Andersen Monument, Copenhagen

Picture of girl with nice hair that turned up in the Hans Christian Andersen search

Bhattacharya author photo

Another picture of a girl that I found to have sex appeal that came up in searching. This is from a Canadian movie called "Modra".

Robert Burton--The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621)

As noted in one of the monthly update posts, this was my second time through the Anatomy. I wrote a long series of posts, mostly of excerpted quotations, about the book on the parent blog. Although I think I had a better sense this time around of the overall form and at times, especially during the sections about love-melancholy, was able a little to get caught up in the prevailing spirit of the work, I regret to say that on the whole I still found it more work to get through most days than the rewards of that reading compensated, and I was not unhappy to see it come to an end. It took about two months to get through, and I can go on with the rest of the list now, in which I am in a stretch of readings that are either very long or do not have precisely defined editions, which requires me to exercise some judgment to determine what my list wants me to read.

I should say a few things about Burton before moving on from him. His basic biographical facts largely present themselves as a set of simple, clearly marked, easily recognizable identities, and as such I, and probably other people after my type, are inclined to like him--being from almost the very beginning of the modern era of European history, his associations, as an upper class Englishman, as an Oxford don, as a cleric in the Church of England, as a literary man, carry an aura of purity and naturalness about them that they can have for no contemporary person. He never married, or in outward action veered very far from the grooves in which his life ran once these were established. His book is memorable as an exhibition of how a brain stuffed with a lifetime of endless variations on a handful of core experiences--in Burton's case namely reading and being depressed--organizes itself. There is genuine humor in his book, though there are fairly long sections that are unrelieved by it. The Anatomy has been described by one notable commentator as one of the greatest assaults on the powers of human concentration ever concocted (or something to that effect--I cannot find the exact quote at this instant), and in our age that is especially true. I find I am more distracted in reading by fatigue and the constraints of time in my life than by electronic devices/internet, which I almost never use at home. Grabbing a half-hour to read in relative un-agitated peace--which in this book means getting through seven or eight pages tops--is a chore in itself, and then 3/4ths of the time I am falling asleep by the second paragraph. It is a joke, really. Still, I am pleased that I stuck to it all the way to the end. I always believe I get something out of doing that with notable books, even if this something is effectively nothing by the standards of the truly literate.

The Challenge

1. Birdman (movie).........................................................................5,377
2. We Need to Talk About Kevin (movie)........................................1,711
3. Melancholia (movie)......................................................................970
4. Love at Any Cost--Julie Lessman...................................................245
5. Destruction--Sharon Bayliss..........................................................148
6. The Man With the X-Ray Eyes (movie)..........................................136
7. Children of Dreams--Lorilyn Roberts............................................134
8. American Violet (movie)..................................................................92
9. Discipline & Punish/The Birth of the Prison-Michel Foucault.......90
10. Law & Disorder--Douglas/Olshaker............................................. 75
11. The Trial (1962 movie)..................................................................69
12. Live From Death Row--Mumia Abu-Jamal...................................52
13. Sentimental Education--Gustave Flaubert.....................................42
14. When Rain Hurts--Mary Evelyn Greene........................................38
15. The Sly Company of People Who Care--Rahul Bhattacharya........27
16. White Jacket--Herman Melville......................................................21

We got a few decent books into the challenge this time. Still, older classics tend to limp into qualifying compared with movies and contemporary crime/romance novels, which did not occur to me when I was designing this great competition.

Round of 16

#16 Melville over #1 Birdman. No movie can beat Melville straight-up in this game. This one did win the Best Picture Oscar a few years back, though it seems to have been promptly forgotten.

#15 Bhattacharya over #2 We Need to Talk About Kevin

#14 Greene over #3 Melancholia. This is at least the second time Melancholia has appeared in the Challenge. It advanced fairly deep into the tournament on a previous occasion, and I ended up putting it my list of movies to sent to me, and it is currently sitting in my desk. I haven't watched it yet however.

#13 Flaubert over #4 Lessman

#12 Abu-Jamal over #5 Bayliss. The neighborhood of Cheltenham/Northeast Philadelphia which I am from is full of policemen and firemen and delivery drivers and lots of other people who absolutely and vehemently despise Mumia Abu-Jamal, but I am aware that the rest of the world regards him as a serious person, and a large portion of the legitimate intelligentsia a sympathetic one.

#11 The Trial over #6 The Man With the X-Ray Eyes, When there is a match-up between movies I usually just pick whichever one is older, unless I am convinced one of the films is just absolute garbage. These two were released within 9 months of each other over 50 years ago, which kind of negates the age factor. X-Ray Eyes does have Ray Milland in it, but The Trial is an Orson Welles movie, if not an especially celebrated one, and that is enough to give it the victory here.

#10 Douglas & Olshaker over #7 Roberts.

#9 Foucault over #8 American Violet

A clean sweep for the bottom half of the draw.

Round of 8

#16 Melville over #9 Foucault. I am having these two contend straight up because Foucault is supposed to be serious and important. His book in this instance is also shorter, and he gets points for being foreign as well, though of all the nationalities, I suspect reading French authors probably merits the least credit. However, neither of the libraries I have privileges at has the Foucault book, so he loses here.

#15 Bhattacharya over #10 Douglas/Olshaker. The Bhattacharya is presented as more hipster/literary, while the other looks to be more of the gritty, true facts about the way the world works school, which I admit I tend to be bored by in too frequent doses.

#14 Green over #11 The Trial

#13 Flaubert over #12 Abu-Jamal. I can't take Mumia that seriously.

The elusive truly great book of the competition

Final Four

#16 Melville over #13 Flaubert. Incredibly, neither of my libraries has the Sentimental Education either, a book I am starting to worry that I will never read, even though it is among the favorite books, and easily the favorite Flaubert, among many people whom I consider in some degree to be acceptable models of erudition and worldliness. For some reason it does not come up in either of my official lists. I suppose I should have rammed it through to the victory here--it is my challenge, and I do that--but at the moment I am especially disorganized with regard to my lists, as well as short of cash for any extra purchases, however small, so I am not going to do that.

#15 Bhattacharya over #14 Green.

Championship Round

#15 Bhattacharya over #16 Melville. The higher seed wins for the only time in the tournament. Since I decided to treat Bhattacharya as a legitimate contender based on nothing but the cover of his (her?) book, the circumstance that it is over 100 pages shorter than Melville, as well as available at the library, gives it the victory.

The winning design

This post needed a girl-I'd-like-to-have-had-intrigue-with-in-my-youth picture.

Scotland

1. Midlothian...................15

2. Dumfries......................4
    Fife...…………………4
    Highlands.....................4
5. Ayrshire.......................3
6. Angus...........................2
    Borders.........................2
    Dunbartonshire.............2
    Perth & Kinross............2

    Stirling..........................2
11. Argyll & Bute..............1
    East Lothian..................1
    Inner Hebrides...............1
    Inverness.......................1
    Roxburghshire..............1
    Selkirkshire...................1
    Strathclyde.....................1

October Update

A List: Thomas Hardy--Far From the Madding Crowd........136/353
B List: Burton--Anatomy of Melancholy.............................758/1,132
C List: Gillian Flynn--Gone Girl...........................................418/419

This is the last of the three Hardy books on the A-List, and the only one that I had heard of previously. I suspect it is going to end up as the best of the three. The characters seem to more vitally represent the ideas they are meant to represent, and the depiction of the rural life also seems more intense and detailed, in the character of his most celebrated books. I say seemed because I know I am influenced by prevailing opinion and find it difficult to trust my own judgment in these matters anymore, though I hope I have read enough that if something strikes me as better than it is supposed to be that I can recognize the sense in myself--indeed I believe I did something of this sort with Dreiser, which played against the expectations I had going into it. These Hardy books are generally playing to form in that regard.

One of Hardy's great themes in this and other of his books is the way that the rhythms of rural life remain largely the same as they had been for centuries, though in London and other cities thirty years past is ancient history. Masterful shepherds and others skilled in the timeless knowledge of the village, malting, cider-making, and so on, are indispensable men, and the books (Far From the Madding Crowd was published in 1874) are written as if they always will be, though Hardy himself would live well past the time when this was true.

The sheep in this book are constantly at threat of dying from disease or bloating or stampeding off cliffs or otherwise being killed by one means or another, and it is no minor skill in itself to keep them alive long enough to even be able to exploit or slaughter them. I  always like to be cognizant of the reasons why our forefathers were so much less romantic about animals than we seem to be.

The Anatomy has grown by one page since last month. That is because my copy of the book is divided into 3 volumes, each of which begins on page 1, and I made an error in adding them the last time. While there are parts of it that I do like, on the whole I have to admit it really is a slog, and it could be considerably shortened. I pride myself on being able to still concentrate on blocks of dense 17th century prose with sentences that go on for half a page when I need to, but this book I find does test me. When Burton is making a list of the twenty-seven different varieties of lust, with accompanying examples and quotations from ancient and medieval authors, most of which are in Latin, there are times where I am overcome by the sense that, all right, the point has been made. But people--granted, mostly unmarried or at least childless men well into middle age--love this book. This is my second time reading it, and it is obvious that I am never going to be able to appreciate it at any very high or satisfying level.

I am almost done Gone Girl, obviously. Didn't care for the ending. Certainly didn't care for the main character, who was awful. There was a lot of emphasis on how brilliant she was, and how superior mentally to her husband and basically all of the men of her generation, but she certainly did not put this genius to any productive or admirable means. It was not clear to me how much the author sympathized with her plight, and the neurotic, endlessly dissatisfied type of intelligent woman whose ranks in our society seem to be ever growing, at least in the most socially competitive areas of it. People mistake male revulsion against this type of character as a revulsion against, or fear of feminine intelligence. I think it is more a revulsion against neuroticism, which in many instances seems to be a product of....

The update posts are subject to a strict time limit and I must stop now. Hence the (even more than usually) rough nature of the thoughts.

I did manage to read out on the porch today (66 degrees!). However it is getting cooler by the day, and I doubt I will make it to the end of the month, though that remains my goal.       

Mestember Update

I am a little late with the update this month, because I was celebrating the holiday the past two days.

A List--Thomas Hardy--The Woodlanders 247/379
B--Robert Burton--The Anatomy of Melancholy 320/1,131
C--Gillian Flynn--Gone Girl 139/419
*D*--Paolo Ruiz--The Fault Line: Traveling the Other Europe From Finland to Ukraine 170/253

This current group is a bit too much, mainly because of "B". Even keeping up a very modest pace of 15-20 pages per day in it is wearing me out, given everything else I have to squeeze in in the course of a day.

The A list is in the midst of a run of three Hardy books right now, the first two of which I assume to be considered minor as I had not heard of them before. The Woodlanders, after an intriguing start, is looking like it is going to live up to this designation. It is still not bad, but it is very similar in character with all of the Hardy books as well as many other 19th century English novels. It calls to mind Adam Bede in particular. There is more of a sense in Adam Bede of there being an ultimate purpose in life of what might be considered a spiritual nature that is worth being mindful of that makes it the more successful book, I think. The Eliot characters run into difficulties because they deny or lose sight of this purpose, while the Hardy characters' problems stem from the circumstance that they have no comparable sense of purpose or who they even are in the first place. The professorial editor of the relatively recent Penguin edition I am reading, with the usual pedantic overkill* characteristic of modern authorities on literature, notes that Hardy was influenced by Darwinism and related developments in scientific understanding at the time he was writing this book, and the psychological break of the most sophisticated characters with any spiritual relation to existence stands out.

Burton, whom I have read before but who has come up on this other list I have started late in life and am determined to read all the way through as far as possible, I will deal with in a big posting when I finish him, which probably won't be until November.

Gone Girl was the winner of one of my goofy contests and while I felt obligated to start it I am not sure I am going to read it all the way through. I will give it credit that it is mildly more intelligent than the run of genre books or best sellers, and I suspect that the characters, while shallow and completely uninteresting in themselves as literary creations, are in some way representative of people in my generation, whom I am fascinated by, as stupid and sensually stunted and existentially confused as they are, because I have been judged by most of them to be even less adequate in these areas relative to what an acceptable human being would be than they are, and more or less rejected by them. There are also a number of mildly evil and probably repressed thirty-something MILF characters I am interested in, to see if they will do anything sexual. All of the characters in this are supposed to be well above average in looks, and to have been active and capable participants in the sexual arena during their single youth; the female protagonist is recorded as having had twelve sex partners, and it is implied that if her husband has not had this many, he easily could have. However, as in most instances where my generation is involved, all of this is completely unsexy, all of these experiences add up to little more than so many statistics and detached, almost robotic connections made with people displaying adequate desirability. None even of the married couples evince the slightest hint of feeling actual love for anyone, or even the kind of real respect that in the absence of torrid passion still indicates the presence of some affection.

I picked up the Ruiz book at the library because I was feeling a little uninspired by the combination of things I was reading otherwise, and weighed down by the Burton (though that has begun to pick up in the last few days. For a while there I was finding myself unable to read more than a couple of pages without nodding off in my chair), and I had not read a travel book in a while. Ruiz is a journalist born in 1947, Italian by nationality, though he likes to emphasize that as a native of Trieste, which is famously located at the point where the Slavic, Latin and Germanic cultures of Europe meet, and belonged to the Hapsburg Empire prior to 1918, he is most comfortable in places where multiple peoples and traditions co-exist more or less side by side. He hates nationalism, though his real antagonism is directed towards the EU, which he sees as standardizing and sucking the soul out of the Europe he loves. (and obscenely fixated on money-making, even more[?]) He undertook this trip in 2007, Starting above the Arctic Circle on the border between Norway and Russia, and progressing south, loosely along the border between the EU and that part of Europe that remains outside, which thus far means Russia (he is in Vilnius, Lithuania, at the point of the book that I have reached). While I am interested in the reasons for his sourness towards the new Europe, I think it overly colors his reactions to everything he sees. It is refreshing to experience the kinds of old-fashioned hospitality and cooking and handicrafts and habits and so on that he finds in Russia--I felt something of this when I was in the Czech Republic back before they joined the EU--but whenever this is counteracted by anything he associates with a western influence, such as cell phones, tourism, "androgynous Western women", fast food, and the like, his reaction is uniformly negative, and there is nothing that might be associated with the modern west, other than possibly some aspects of its tendency towards cleanliness, for which he can express any approval. At one point while in an Eastern train station he sees some Polish children reading books and laments that 'one never sees this in the west anymore.' I mostly agree with these sentiments, though I find him a little sententious in his negativity--he has more than a little of the "I am the only Westerner who still possesses a working mind and an identifiably human soul" about him, and I suspect his views of the comparative soulfulness and vitality of people outside of the west are probably a little too rosy, so while I will certainly finish the book, it has already been established for me what kinds of impressions the rest of the trip will likely bring.    

There was a golden quote I forgot to insert in my post about Dreiser, regarding Clyde's early love interest, Hortense Briggs, who played him for the chump that he was:

"As Hortense well knew Clyde was pressing more and more hungrily toward that ultimate condescension on her part, which, though she would never have admitted it to him, was the privilege of two others."

I guess this reads as one of those clunky, unliterary Dreiserian sentences, but the universal truth embodied in the content carries the day, as it often does with him.

*Have I ever told you how much I hate the scholarly footnotes in modern editions of classics? First of all, of course, they have to make a note on every historical or literary factoid that presents itself, the assumption apparently being that the average reader nowadays is a complete moron. Hence we have footnotes for the likes of the writing on the wall, the apple of discord, Baden, and other formerly commonly known references. We also get the obligatory explanation that phrenology is a pseudo-science, with the implication that if our literature professor-guide had been alive in 1886, she would have seen right through its idiocy. She also implies that Hardy thought of it in 1886 in exactly the same way that she is thinking of it in 2010 or whatever, which I doubt. There is also a reading of why Hardy has his rustic characters mangle biblical passages that owes too much, I fear, to contemporary academic loathing both of the rural poor and the Christian religion. But I have to end this post.

Plautus--Amphitryon (c. 186 B.C.)

A brief interlude in the midst of a series of mostly huge books, Amphitryon is the first, and, I am sad to say, because I rather enjoyed this, the only Roman play on the IWE lifetime reading plan. No Seneca, no Terence, and after this, no more Plautus either. Of course there is the expected portion of Greek plays to look forward to, twelve or thirteen of them, so we will be back again to the ancient theater, but I would have welcomed a few more Roman selections, especially as they are not only brief, but appear to have that rare quality of being briefer than one would like them to be. Naturally I could go ahead and just read them anytime I wanted to, but I find from experience that I read better, have more concentration, retention, enthusiasm and so on when I am following some kind of system. As this site bears evidence, I am not averse to tweaking my various systems from time to time to try to generate more of a certain type of book that I want to read more of, though the results of this tweaking usually turns out mixed at best. There are besides a lot of types of books I am trying to increase my exposure to other than Roman plays, plus I have to figure that they are not very prominent or seen as necessary on most mid-20th century become-intelligent-and-cultured-through-reading programs that appeal to me for some reason that I would probably accept as reasonable; so for the present I am going to continue to stay and work with the systems I have.   

Not having read much specifically about the Roman theater in the course of my life, I needed to be reminded, via the notes and introductions in my book, that, like the sculptures of that people, nearly all of their plays were adaptations from Greek originals, though, especially with the comedies, not from the Greek plays that are most famous now, but the later Greek theater of the late 4th and early 3rd centuries B.C., Menander and those people. Almost none of these Greek works survive except in fragments, and the original of Amphitryon was not known at the time my edition was published (1942) and does not seem to have been discovered in the interval since. To recap the plot, Amphitryon was a Theban general (the Roman versions of these plays generally kept the Greek characters and settings) whose wife, Alcmena, while he was away fighting in a war, was visited by Jupiter (they do use the Roman god-names though) who had taken on the form of Amphitryon. Jupiter was accompanied in this adventure by Mercury, who took on the form of Amphitryon's slave and main attendant Sosia to complete the deception and cause more confusion among the real Amphitryon and Sosia when they return home to find everyone believing they had just been there, Alcmena thinking herself freshly ravished by her legal husband, and so on. This is the source of the comedy. Jupiter's rendezvous with Alcmena resulted in the birth of Hercules, along with a twin brother who was the natural and less godlike son of Amphitryon, and who one imagines must have grown up with the inferiority complex to end all inferiority complexes. The episode in which the baby Hercules strangles the two snakes in his cradle, always a crowd pleaser, is also included in the play.  

The translation I read was by a gentleman named Sir Robert Allison in the Modern Library volume of Roman Comedies (containing four plays by Plautus and three by Terence), bound in matte, which was, as they say, a thing with the Modern Library for a while from the 40s through the early 60s, though this is the first of their matte editions I have acquired. The translation appears to date from around 1910. I don't know whether it is supposed to be a good translation or not, but as is often the case, I like the tone that comes across in this older version. It is fresh, hopeful, brisk, vigorous, and reminds the desiccated modern reader that literature, and life itself even, can be intelligent and serious and a source for deep understanding, while also being enjoyable and lively and not dependent for its pleasures on achieving a oneness with contemporary culture and technology. Did I learn anything or come to any insights with regard to the actual content of this play? Can I even say what it is *about* at the most superficial and obvious level? No; no, I can't seem to. The pleasure is all in the associations, of antiquity, of a certain kind of school, of Europe, of fabulous myths, of having command of language, of ideas, of the possession of significant abilities, of everything that the present workaday world of jobs and money and anomie, for me at least, is not. Sadly, that is all I can say about Amphitryon however.  

The Challenge

1. Gillian Flynn--Gone Girl.......................................................................41,153

2. Transcendence (movie)............................................................................1,589

3. Office Space (movie)................................................................................1,578

4. Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children (movie)...........................................1,059

5. Legend of Hercules (movie)........................................................................856

6. Knocked Up (movie)...................................................................................538

7. Sabotage (movie)........................................................................................286

8. Willow Creek (movie).................................................................................249

9. Human Target (TV show)...........................................................................204

10. Harper's Island (TV show).......................................................................189

11. Thunderbolt & Lightfoot (movie)..............................................................157

12. Beauty & the Beast Broadway Soundtrack (record).................................130

13. Googoo Dolls Greatest Hits Volume 1 (record)........................................129

14. Hawthorne: Season 1 (TV show)..............................................................118

15. Malachi Martin--Windswept House...........................................................117

16. Dream For an Insomniac (movie)............................................................110

The movies really took over this one. That said, my magic words did not generate much that was exciting in terms of books. There was maybe one book that failed to qualify for the tournament that I would have been interested in reading, but it had only seven points and none of the libraries had it. 

Round of 16

#1 Flynn over #16 Dream For an Insomniac

Following the formula.

#15 Martin over #2 Transcendence

#3 Office Space over #14 Hawthorne

Same here, movies generally get the automatic win over TV shows, unless I have a real animosity towards the movie. 

#13 Googoo Dolls over #4 Final Fantasy VII

Music over violent movies aimed at people with two-digit IQs. 

#12 Beauty & the Beast Broadway Album over #5 Legend of Hercules

#6 Knocked Up over #11 Thunderbolt & Lightfoot

I thought I might enjoy a somewhat contemporary relationship movie over guns and tough guys. There is something wrong with me though.

#7 Sabotage over #10 Harper's Island

#8 Willow Creek over #9 Human Target

Round of 8 

#1 Flynn over #15 Martin

The only two books in the Challenge meet in the second round. The Martin book looks like pure formula, which it did not take long for me to weary of and feel that I never needed go back to. The Flynn book was a phenomenal seller, transcending mere genre almost, and the 41,000+ points in qualifying for the tournament is by far the record in my game (The Da Vinci Code, the previous record holder, had only around 5,000+).

There seems to be an attempt in Flynn to create characters who are in some way relevant to/the creatures of the current zeitgeist, which is why I might have the slightest interest in peeking into it. This now leaves Flynn as the only book remaining in the Challenge and pretty much guaranteed to win...unless one of the remaining competitors turns out to be entitled to an upset somewhere... 

#3 Office Space over #13 Googoo Dolls

Any movie I am vaguely interested in seeing will defeat any musical record. I honor my eliminated records though by playing a song from them as they go:

#6 Knocked Up over #12 Beauty & Beast Broadway

Same here:

#8 Willow Creek over #7 Sabotage

I don't know anything about either of these, but the one sounds like it might be about small town life or a vacation, and the other like there might be a lot of gratuitous gunplay and pointless homicide in it. I kind of down on the latter type of movie at the moment.

Final Four

#1 Flynn over #8 Willow Creek

#3 Office Space over #6 Knocked Up

Office Space sounds like it might be slightly more intelligent than Knocked Up (needless to say, I have not seen either one),

Championship

#1 Flynn over # 3 Office Space

Office Space was entitled to no upsets. Flynn rolls to an easy title. I guess I will have to give the book a try. I was going to write here about how I might yet learn something about how to write a book that will sell, that seeing as it is increasingly unlikely that at age 45 and given my completely hopelessness and indifference with regard to computer technology I am ever going to develop the kind of job skills that will allow me to make an upper-middle class salary in the 21st century, writing seems like it might still be my most realistic chance of finding a source of income that is worth the effort needed to obtain it. But I though better of it.  

Perhaps I have been living in the North too long, but she looks pretty cute to me.