All three current books are from the 19th century, though different parts of it, the Carlyle being from the 1820s, Browning the 1850s, and the Fontane from the 1890s. I also have managed to have one female author and one from a foreign literature, albeit a major European one.
I have been following a very strict reading schedule for about the past three years with regard to this project, either forcing myself to read my allotted amount of pages late at night before going to bed, or reading extra over the next day or set of days in order to catch up and stay on schedule. I think this was important as far as getting the program rolling enough that I didn't want to abandon it, but it's gotten to the point where some of my days are so busy that it just isn't possible to squeeze in 40-50 pages of book reading at any remotely quality level, however much I would like to. And then with another long Victorian poem coming up on the B-List, I decided I could relax my pace, for a while at least, to accommodate the reality of my day to day life. I do like long form old English poetry, and in my glory days of reading in the mid-90s when my brain was sharp and I had not been exposed to the internet yet I used to read a good deal of it calmly and undistractedly. The way my life is now this is difficult to do however. I have made a point of only reading the Browning especially when I am pretty well rested. Several times in the evening I have taken an hour or two nap before getting up and tackling a few hundred lines or so with a clearer head, and it has helped to some extent.
I have always found Carlyle to be the most generally incomprehensible of the famous Victorian writers. I can't imagine most modern people are able to get much out of him, except in snippets of comparative clarity in which his mindset (not to mention his language) are still so far from where almost anybody is now, or has been for the last sixty or seventy years. By which I mean his conception of man's place in the universe, relation to God, what kinds of human actions and attitudes and striving have significance and which either do not or escape his consideration are very different from the way we tend to think about these things now. His book is good to read as an accompaniment to Barrett Browning, who was friends with him and whose poem shows the influence of many of his ideas.
Giving that I usually have a period of 1-2 weeks in which to read the "C" list books while I am trying to write the essay for the "B" book, I have also scaled back on trying to read at least a little of the "C" book every day as well unless I have some extra time, which I do have a couple of days a week now that school has started again. Thus far I am enjoying Effi Briest, a book as well as an author of which I was completely ignorant heretofore, a great deal. I have often lamented that my systems did not give me more German literature to read, and in addition to being the kind of languid realist novel that I like anyway, the Imperial German setting has enough of a freshness for me that my interest is further heightened. To see Berlin depicted as a normal European capital on which the upper classes of people descend to shop and eat and stay in hotels and go to the theater just like we have read in a thousand books about London and Paris and Moscow and St Petersburg and New York is illuminating because I am not accustomed to thinking of it in that way. Maybe it is that way now, but the European world is seemingly so different from what it was for such a comparatively long time, and Berlin's character had diverged from these other capitals for most the last century anyway. Another new place for me in my reading life appears when Effi moves to the resort town on the Baltic Sea, in what is now Poland, although the area where the story is set is very near the current German border. The Baltic Sea coast is a big part of Europe, but stories and artwork set in it have not made their way to me very much. This area seems to have a character somewhat similar to where I live, in New England, quiet, lonely even, with a short summer season. So all of this has a great appeal for me.
The room where Sartor Resartus was written
Supposed to be Aurora Leigh, I think.
Effi Briest was made into a film by the legendary German director Fassbinder in 1974.
One of the most popular and presumably accessible, as well as one of the greatest of the medieval Provencal romances, this is sometimes referred to as the French "Romeo and Juliet". It is also one of the shortest works on the entire list, so I wonder if I should not try reading it in (old) French sometime. Of course it is on the internet. Here are the first four lines:
"Qui vauroit bons vers oir
del deport du viel antif
de deus biax enfans petis,
Nicholete et Aucassins..."
I can probably make out enough of it to follow the story. Whether I would get it enough to get a much better sense of it as a work of literature, I don't know.
I read the relatively celebrated Andrew Lang translation in the 1957 Modern Library edition of Medieval Romances, which surprisingly does not include anything else that made the IWE list, though it does contain classics like Tristan and Iseult and Sir Gawain and the Green Night. Medieval Romances are evidently underrepresented on the program. I like romances and the ideals of the Middle Ages and old French literature enough that I enjoyed the tale and the nicely translated poetic parts well enough, though I was still more distracted than I would like to be and could not achieve the level of absorption in the book that I like to. Aucassin and Nicolette are, to my perception, a strange pair of lovers. Aucassin comes off as rather whiny and petulant, as opposed to say, angry and fierce, during the parts where his love is denied, refusing even to defend his father's castle from attack, though at other times he demonstrates bravery and martial skill more appropriate to his station. Nicolette, a Saracen who was captured as an infant and sold to a viscount is plucky and keeps her eye on the prize of marrying Aucassin, though I did not get a sense of her having a great romantic passion in the Shakepearean or Villonian sense. Apparently some experts have considered that Aucassin and Nicolette might be a parody of the romantic genre, and there are some decidedly odd episodes in it such as the king being in childbed and the battle fought with hunks of cheese for weapons.
I wish that perhaps I had read this when I was younger and more passionate and more innocent of the world of literature. It probably would have made a stronger impression on me.
I noted on the threadbare Wikipedia page for this book that Walter Pater in the Renaissance and Mortimer Adler somewhere in his writings took up this story. Since I have both of these at home I meant to take them up today and see what they had to say, but of course it slipped my mind because there were multiple things going on at my house today, and now I am not there. I am so scatterbrained nowadays it is comical. I need to try to finish this tonight or who knows how long it will take me.
It is now the next day, as I did not finish the report last night. And I forgot to look at the books again! My excuse is that I am I in the 2-week dog days period where my wife, who is a teacher, has gone back to work but the children haven't gone back to school yet so I have all of them all day. Also there were carpenters in the house today framing walls, so there were a lot of impingements on my intellectual life.
This is the (a?) week where everyone has been riled up politically and morally over Nazis, or wannabe Nazis and the "alt-right", which terms some have declared interchangeable. Of course I have a lot of thoughts about this, which seem to be more coherent when I am not trying to write them down, or maybe I am less tired earlier in the day. These kinds of topics are endlessly fascinating, I suspect because most people, apart from Donald Trump and a small number of others like him, are very attuned to the appearance in the world of people who may hate them, and there has been a considerable amount of hatred expressed in one form or another over our wonderful internet during the past week. Much commentary and denunciation have been passed on the Nazis/alt-righters themselves which I don't have much to add to. I don't deny that they are an embarrassment. I am not convinced how much of a threat they are. Supposedly they constitute a main leg of Trump's support, though there is some dispute about how much of a force they really are. From such footage as I saw there looked to me to be two distinct groups: the tattooed musclebound biker crowd who at least in my lifetime have always been pretty openly racist and offensive and don't really care if everybody knows it. I don't think there is much danger of these guys overthrowing the establishment; and then there were the second, even weaker-looking group, the uncertain, even dorky-looking guys in the torch parade, who it is pretty evident are the products of a socialization and education gone badly wrong and are grasping at any kind of identity that feels vaguely masculine. My guess is that to some extent they perceive that their minority enemies are considered adequately masculine, and that they derive some portion of this strength from it being more socially acceptable, if not encouraged, for them to be aggressively antagonistic towards whites. Whether there are more people turning out like this than people realize, or previously cared about, I don't know, but I suspect that the answer is yes. I also have to wonder if the people who hate them with the most vehemence are subconsciously delighted that the cretins have come out in the open so that they can stomp on them and destroy them in the epic good vs evil confrontation that they have long craved. But now I am going off on a tangent. I had jotted down a few short thoughts this afternoon when I wasn't tired that I thought were reasonable and pertinent. I am going to write those here, hopefully without embellishment:
There are a lot of people of the internet eager to direct my thinking on this issue. Evidently there is only one way to think about it, and perhaps there is, but unfortunately my school training such as it was placed a very heavy emphasis on the idea that it is unlikely there is only one way to think about anything, so these uniform exhortations are not as effective with me as I might like them to be for my own sake.
I saw dozens of reminders that being silent in the face of such evil is basically akin to being complicit in it, that if we ever wondered what we would have done during the Nazi occupation, etc, that what we are doing now corresponds, and so on. Even if we do nothing else about it, I suppose we must at least have it on the record that we have denounced it though since in this instance about 50-100 million people are shouting denunciations in full-throated fury, if Nazis do somehow manage to take over the country, I am assured it will not be because too many people were silent. Also while it may be necessary to suggest that we are currently reliving the Nazi era in real time in order to prevent it from actually happening (though I am skeptical), we in fact are not, not yet. If anything, there are as many calls from the left for stripping people of rights, employment, money that are actually coming from seats of actual power as there are from the right.
Kim Jong Un. Worse or better person than Thomas Jefferson? Robert E Lee? Trump? He certainly doesn't elicit as much passionate fury from the left as any of these guys. I get that he is foreign and not white and most people agree that he is generally bad, while the wickedness of these other guys needs to be taught, perhaps forcefully, to half the U.S. population. Still, if we are to have no tolerance for slavery, murder, homophobia, etc...
I have to admit I increasingly find the left to be unbearably sanctimonious on their pet issues. As much of a debacle as Trump is, I really dread the left getting back into power anytime soon after this, since now there is undoubtedly going to be extra pressure and motivation to "punish" people perceived as being likely Trump supporters, which would be ugly. I don't see a Franklin Roosevelt or Harry Truman type figure on the horizon.
So far the places that have notably taken down confederate statues or have had mobs take them down that I have seen are two big cities with mostly black populations (Baltimore and New Orleans), three cities that are the home of major (i.e. wealthy, largely upper middle class, global-minded) universities (Gainesville, Charlottesville, and Durham, and in the two latter of these the statues did not come down without conflict). In my old haunt of Annapolis they are apparently finally going to remove the statue of Roger B Taney from the state house grounds--there were people talking about doing this when I lived there 25 years ago--but this is in the capital of what is now one of the most reliable Democrat states in the country and one that was not actually part of the Confederacy. In short, places whose spiritual connection to the Old South has grown more tenuous with the passage of time than other old southern towns.
I am planning to do a post on Robert E Lee on the other blog one of these days. I am going to get a computer when school starts so I can write at home. I'm going to put it on a credit card, which I hate doing, but what has it been, two or three years. I still think of myself as a writer in my approach to everything, and I feel left out of everything when I am not trying to do something in that line.
Challenge
1 Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (movie)...............................................9,740
2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkhaban (movie)............................................2,636
3. Imitation of Life (movie-1959).................................................................................664
4. The Train (movie-1965)...........................................................................................485
5. Chip & Dan Heath--Decisive: How to Make Better Choices in Life and Work.......422
6. Charles Frazier--Nightwoods....................................................................................340
7. Marjorie Bowen--Mary Queen of Scots....................................................................139
8. Theodor Fontane--Effi Briest......................................................................................43
9. Threepenny Opera (movie-1931)...............................................................................32
10. Wilderness (movie--2008)........................................................................................27
11. Andrew Lang--Tales of Troy......................................................................................9
12. Lynne Tillman--Someday This Will be Funny............................................................6
13. Bloom's Critical Modern Views: Tennessee Williams................................................1
14. David Ruffin--"I'm So Glad I Fell For You/I Pray Everyday You Won't Regret Loving Me (record)..............................................................................................................................0
15. E. Jane Burns--Courtly Love Undressed.....................................................................0
16. Jay Ruud--Encyclopedia of Medieval Literature.........................................................0
17. The Violin: A Research and Information Guide..........................................................0
18. Storytelling: An Encyclopedia of Mythology and Folklore (ed. Sherman)..................0
Qualifying Round
#18 Storytelling over #15 Burns
#17 The Violin over #16 Ruud
Incredibly, all of these books except for Courtly Love Undressed have made it into a library somewhere in my state.
Round of 16
#18 Storytelling over #1 Fantastic Beasts
This is at least the 2nd appearance of Fantastic Beasts in the tournament.
#17 The Violin over #2 Harry Potter
#3 Imitation of Life over #14 Ruffin
#13 Bloom over #4 The Train
#12 Tillman over #5 Heath
#11 Lang over #6 Frazier
Lang's book is rarer, and I am intrigued by Frazier a little, but another effort by the once-appreciated translator of Aucassin and Nicolette gets the nod here.
#7 Bowen over #10 Wilderness
#8 Fontane over #9 Threepenny Opera
Theodor Fontane, apparently a quite celebrated author of whom I had never heard, wins the battle of the German productions.
Final 8
#18 Storytelling over #3 Imitation of Life
What a draw for Storytelling.
#17 The Violin over #7 Bowen
The same for The Violin, which beats Bowen because no libraries saw fit to pick up her book.
#8 Fontane over #13 Bloom
Effi Briest is not found outside of academic libraries, though it has been published in English as part of the Penguin classic series.
#12 Tillman over #11 Lang
Final 4
#8 Fontane over #18 Storytelling
#12 Tillman over #17 The Violin
Championship
#8 Fontane over #12 Tillman
"Theodor Fontane (1819-1898)...regarded by many as the most important 19th century German-language realist writer." Given the comparatively paltry extent of my reading in, and even basic knowledge of, German literature, this was a pretty easy choice, though I'll have to scare up a copy of the book.
I am a few days late this month because I had a couple of days off at the beginning of the week. If I cannot keep up with this, I can't keep up with anything...
A List: Coleridge--"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner".........................................13/18 B List: Between books C List: Bruce Chatwin--The Songlines...............................................................160/293
It seems remarkable that it took me nearly 23 years of working on the A list before it got to "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", but sometimes it works out that way.
Other things read this month: Walt Whitman, Democratic Vistas. Walt was a spirit ahead of his time and plenty of his visions of the form American art should take would not be out of keeping with the current mindset. Matthew Arnold, "The Study of Poetry". Good essay about the distinction between titanic, universal, all time poets, merely excellent poets of a particular generation and country, and everybody else. The sorts of things I try to keep in mind when trying to evaluate contemporary writing and thought.
I had another very short book for the "B" or IWE list. Report hopefully to follow shortly.
Chatwin is, as I noted in a previous post, a much-praised writer, especially among global eco-minded traveling types, and I can see why. His style is very pared down, and to the point. I could never write like that because I feel obligated to explain my thought process and why I am choosing this point of emphasis and justify these approaches. But Chatwin doesn't have to do that, he assumes the validity of his perception to be self-evident. There are some things about him that I don't love. Having been born in 1940 in England in I guess somewhat favorable circumstances he received what is by current standards a pretty thoroughgoing classical European liberal arts education, English version--Latin, Greek, logic, reams of poetry, history, enough music to be able to hang in and take part in good company--in short the education I have always imagined I would have wanted to have enough of to be manifest in social and professional situations--yet he seems to take it for granted and be pretty ambivalent about its having any great universal value. I guess when you have it, and are past the point of always having to strain to try to get it, its limitations are apparent and you have the clarity and intellectual honesty to confront them. He also frequently writes with condescension towards white people who are not as articulate or intelligent or otherwise lacking in some way he deems significant--on one occasion a person is demeaned for having gotten an unattractive sunburn--and of course he never casts negative judgments on indigenous people. I suppose these people--the stupid white people--were more of an aggressive nuisance in his lifetime and needed to be combatted. But it isn't just the obviously stupid and obnoxiously racist, it is anybody who doesn't talk well and has failed to adequately systematize their modest collection of learning and thought to form any kind of cohesive mind, and in this of course I recognize myself.
This was my first time ever reading anything by Swinburne. It was not the best time for this, as my summer days now are very busy and there are a lot of demands on my time that are not there when everyone goes back to school. At night when everyone finally goes to bed I am too tired to concentrate well on a Victorian poet, who, if not exactly difficult ("difficult"), often writes very lengthy stanzas and discourses and requires, like Browning, practice in figuring out how to read him properly, which attainment I cannot claim to have reached on this occasion. In each of the last two summers, at least, I happened to be occupied for this list by very long novels, which I think is preferable for me in this season at the current time, since it is possible to read 10 or 15 pages of most of them even when I am a little tired, and I can always feel like I am 'making progress' with the book. Making progress does not apply in the same way with Swinburne-type poetry if you are not engaging intimately with its essential character and strengths. In short, my experience with this book was somewhat unsuccessful.
Thinking about this poem, or poetic drama, though I don't think it was ever intended to be performed, I keep coming back to the perception I had that it was strange, in the sense that I kept getting slightly thrown off both from my original expectations of what was going on in it and from the initial adjustments I made in those. It is prefaced by four pages of verse in Greek, apparently written by Swinburne himself, which, even though there was a translation of it in the footnotes, I felt obligated because it had been printed in my book to try to read through and make out any meanings I could, which mainly had the effect of making me irritable before I even got to the poem proper. Then I was thrown off again at realizing that the Atalanta story that was the subject of the poem was not the one involving the footrace with the suitors, but that of a hunt for a wild boar that was terrorizing the kingdom of Calydon. After that it was the slow realization that Atalanta herself only had a minor role in the drama and that Queen Alathea was the main character. Then there were the what seemed to me exceptionally long speeches with their digressions about emotions and other rather general concepts, and after that the realization that this was not a traditionally action-driven story, that the buildup we were heading for was not so much a series of events but of characters making long speeches about events that have taken place while the chorus was pontificating about the ways of the gods. None of this means that I didn't like it--I did at times, when I could keep up with the flow of words and construct meanings and images out of them, but for the most part that did not happen. So I am reserving judgment for the time being. I hope it comes up on my GRE/"A" list sometime, which it may. I think I would get more out of it if I could read it again at some remove of time.
Recalling that Swinburne was held in some regard by Joyce, Eliot, and others of the modernist generation of authors, I thought I would look into my Ezra Pound book to see what he had to say about him. There wasn't much that struck me. He did say that Swinburne was possessed of genius, which in Pound is a compliment though more in the sense that there is something in him that is not completely stifling and banal. It doesn't necessarily indicate that any successful poems were ultimately achieved. He also wrote that in Swinburne's early poems he expressed a love of liberty "that was rare in England". He said what I have often seen written of Swinburne, that his language was beautiful even when his thought was pedestrian, though as I have already noted I was not able to pick up on this. My mind was off.
There are not a ton of editions of this readily available even online. I guess there is a Penguin edition that gets reprinted pretty regularly, which perhaps I should have gotten. I bought a hardcover published in 1970 by Bobbs-Merrill containing the Poems and Ballads as well as Atalanta, edited by Professor Morse Peckham of the University of South Carolina. Peckham was a gassy writer marinated in the kind of Freudian worldview popular at the time for which I was not really ready either. I guess he must have had some idea of what he was talking about with regard to Swinburne's poetry, but I don't really trust him all that much either. The author of other books such as Man's Rage For Chaos and Art and Pornography, he took a great relish in writing about Swinburne's odd psychosexual issues. "Swinburne was an active masochist; he could achieve sexual pleasure only through suffering, specifically through being beaten" he begins, and goes on and on and on...I do not have it for this book, as least as far as writing about it goes. I need to move on to the next one.
The Challenge
I knew this would be another small one, as the write-up on it from which I mine words is very short.
1. Marlo Thomas & Friends--Free to Be You and Me..........................................396
2. Silent House (movie).........................................................................................200
3. Van Morrison--Veedon Fleece (record).............................................................100
4. Bruce Chatwin--The Songlines..........................................................................100
5. Antjie Krog--Country of My Skull.......................................................................31
6. World Poetry: Anthology of Verse From Antiquity to Our Time.........................25
7. Leonard Cohen--"Going Home" (song).................................................................1
8. King of Sorrow (movie).........................................................................................1
Round of 8
#8 King of Sorrow over #1 Thomas
King of Sorrow was in line for an upset here. I own the Free to Be You and Me Record both on vinyl and CD (my wife is a fan), which includes a track of Alan Alda telling a version of the Atalanta story (the race against the suitors, not the Caledonian boar hunt that was Swinburne's subject). That word association was probably the cause of its appearing here.
#7 Cohen over #2 Silent House
I was unfamiliar with the music of Leonard Cohen before his death last year, at which time I was introduced to some of his songs via various channels where a strong affection for this artist had previously been a secret to me. "Suzanne" I thought right away was a very fine song, and my son's junior high class sang a version of "Hallelujah" at their spring arts night which was the most moving part of the program, and aroused an interest in me for that song also. This song, which I have taken the time to listen to once, seems good enough in the Leonard Cohen vein, although I am too fidgety and conscious of my time constraints to give myself over to it if I'm just sitting at my desk. I do wish I had known about this guy in college. These seem like they would be good records to listen to if you are just sitting at your desk drinking for three hours like we used to do.
#6 World Poetry over #3 Morrison.
This doesn't seem to be one of the iconic Van Morrison albums, though I am sure someone loves it. I had never heard of it however, and no library in my state has deemed it essential to house a copy of it. Of course I am not going to read a 1,338 page poetry anthology through from end to end if I can help it.
#4 Chatwin over #5 Krog
The Chatwin book is about Australia, while the Krog is about South Africa. This essentially is going to be the championship. Bruce Chatwin is much-loved on the internet by the kinds of world-traveling (but not globetrotting) backpacker type people I always want to be friends with. I mean they rave about his books. I have never seen him criticized or called overrated at all. As far as I know he is a writer without flaws. So I am excited to have the opportunity to read him, if that materializes (By the way the Dava Sobel book about female astronomers that won the last challenge is turning out to be mostly a snooze--addendum--when my son attended a baseball camp at the stadium of the local minor league team and I had the opportunity to sit in a shaded part of the stands outdoors on a beautiful day and read for a couple of hours in an unhurried concentration it was much more interesting, though still not great or essential in any way. Nonetheless, circumstance makes such a difference in these matters).
Final 4
#4 Chatwin over #8 King of Sorrow
King of Sorrow, an obscure 2007 Canadian television movie, was only due for one upset. It gets a colossal whupping from Bruce Chatwin here.
#7 Cohen over #6 World Poetry
Cohen is due an "upset" too, Since he is a song and officially a song cannot beat a book, I will count his as his upset.
Championship
#4 Chatwin over #7 Cohen
It was inevitable, but at least we get to end on a song
Like everything else I do, it has to be rushed, and I can't really think or write quickly, but what must be must be.
A List: The Arabian Nights..........................................................781/823 B List: Swinburne, Atalanta and Calydon........................................xi/98 C List: Dava Sobel, The Glass Universe...................................vii/324(?)
Winding down the Arabian Nights. Just finished in the last few days the famous stories of Alaeddin and Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, with which I was previously unfamiliar. They really are great stories despite being completely ridiculous in many ways. They both have a spiritedness and good humor that carry them to much greater heights than they have any right to go to.
Given that in this month I have only read 2 plays for the B list and subsequently spent 2 weeks producing the essays I make myself finish before I can move on to the next book I had to read more from the C list than I normally would. I got through the entire third volume of Knausgaard since the last update. I thought the first 100 pages of this one, which dealt entirely with his childhood up to about junior high school, were not very interesting, but it picked up and was about as good as the other ones in the end, though overall I guess I would rate it my least favorite so far. When it starts getting to the age when he and his friends are constantly kissing and groping and otherwise ingratiating themselves with girls (at one point he inserts a disclaimer that no one if they knew the spirit and emotions involved could regard some of the rougher and more aggressive behaviors he describes as sexual assaults, and of course I want to believe him, but they seem to be exactly the sorts of things people have in mind when they refer to something by the name of sexual assault) naturally it is extremely depressing for me to contemplate my own life, with its dearth of such action, all of which leads back to, well, everything. No time to get into it here. I have heard that the 4th volume is perhaps the best of the series, as it gets into his college and drinking young adult years. Giving that I still have to get through a number of shorter readings and their accompanying essays for the IWE list I will probably be getting to it sooner rather than later.
I also read the comic book/graphic novel (though it really is not like reading a novel) Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi which I think was quite good, at least it told its story in an unusually vivid manner. Not having read much of this type of literature I don't know how it compares with other notable efforts in that mode. But this seems like it must be better than average. This is the second work by a contemporary Iranian woman I have read in recent months. There are some similarities in terms of nationalistic pride (though Satrapi, perhaps because her education and ex-pat life were in France, comes off as more favorably inclined to the West than the other author, Solmaz Sharif, who had the misfortune to land in America), but these observations, which I can make because I have nothing else to do and no one to please in my literary endeavors, I am actually saving for a post in my other blog, which I have not abandoned but have just not been able to work on at all. But it is not dead, for any readers here who also look at that other site.
It was not my fate to be as handsome as Knausgaard, but I think several of my sons might be.
The journey of the List returns, as it will periodically throughout its wending, to Shakespeare, by far the most frequently appearing author on it, and his universally well-known but perhaps only sporadically well-understood plays. I find as a middle-aged man of no particular distinction or status that it is hard to make a claim on Shakespeare and his art as anything having much to do with me. If it did, after all, shouldn't I be better? Much better? Wittier, more economically productive, more energetic, more generally competent, more able to at least contend with the government and corporations among a million other things? That is the world in which Shakespeare moves, or would seem to lead to if he is all that he is said to be. Yet I have reached a point where I can barely read him. I mean I can still read him, but not at leisure, often not without being so tired that I dose off or lose the thread of where I am, not so that I can become so immersed in the stories that ideas about them occur to me. I am reduced in such cases to simply reporting on my emotions as I revisited the play for what must be in this case the third or fourth time.
One thought that kept recurring to me, and that I have often had recur to me when I try to think about Shakespeare, was a memory of my junior high school locker room. The most perfectly developed athlete in the class for some reason which I forget had a beef with some hapless nerd (not in fact me, but I could easily imagine the dynamic repeating itself with me in this other gentleman's stead) which required rectification and the reminder to certain individuals of their various places in the social order. The athlete, clad only in a white towel, his taut muscles gleaming under the 1960s era lamps, reprimanded the other for his impudence calmly but firmly and unsmilingly. The humorous aspect, if it can be called that, of this spectacle was all of the backup that the athlete had. A substantial crowd had formed behind him, posing and glowering in varying degrees of seriousness, while no one was directly behind the nerd, including me. I was somewhat off to the side at an oblique angle, though with a more or less head-on view of the athlete, behind whom stood a skinny, weaselly boy who was about as substantial as the unfortunate victim himself, gloweringly ferociously at the offender while massaging the neck of the hero in anticipation of the violence that it was threatened could ensue. Often when some man arrogantly asserts a personal understanding of or affinity with Shakespeare's greatness that is lacked by just about everyone else who attempts to read him, which always includes me, I think of the sneerer as this neck-stroking fellow, only the neck being massaged is that of Shakespeare, who is relaxed and smirking with his earring and his long hair, holding over your head the threat of instant evisceration via language at any moment of course, not likely to carry it through all the way, but he doesn't have to, since the manifest nature of the threat alone has already crushed you in the eyes of the public and finished off your pretentions to being any kind of full man, which fate they themselves to this point have avoided.
I have said thus far very little about the play itself because what is there to say? It has been to this point and still is one of my favorites among the comedies/romances, the sensibility in it is so fine and soothing. The genius, much admired by me, in melding the evocative, proto-modern European aspects of the setting and characters and convincingly presenting their expressed thoughts as representative of the general universal mindset is prominent here. One feels it is a vision of life as it should be more often, not in the sense of social organization or other macro-structures, but of being alert to and engaged with the world and other people around one and the power which speech and thought give to that end, which I daresay most people rarely experience. Are the characters, particularly the female characters, your Rosalind, acceptably deep depictions of female personhood for our age? I'm sure an argument can easily be produced that they are, or at least are deeper and more interesting than either most comparable artistic depictions of women or of the majority of living specimens themselves, though that wherein lies their supposed depth would perhaps be dismissed as either not realistic or not concerned with the right qualities. I suppose I am confused on these matters myself now. There is still clearly a great deal of relevant meaning in the highest caliber literary and other artistic works and what they have to say about men and women and being human and so forth and even if most people are not interested in them or reject them there are still many who do not but I don't have any sense anymore of what these stories mean to them or what they take from them or how they influence their beliefs or how they live their lives. I am really at sea on this, perhaps especially with Shakespeare, since as a force in the world his writing is kind of a repudiation of my entire approach to life yet I still really do love him after my own fashion.
To our modern sensibility I suspect Jaques and Touchstone the clown are the most realized and immediately acceptable characters. They certainly are to me at least.
I had thought of something else to say about this the other day but I forgot to write it down and now I don't remember what it was.
The Tournament
1. William Shakespeare--Much Ado About Nothing.............................................688
3. Cynthia Greenwood--The Complete Idiot's Guide to Shakespeare's Plays........10
4. Poul Anderson--The Snows of Ganymede.............................................................5
5. Charles Boyce--Critical Companion to William Shakespeare, Volume I.............0
6. Christopher Berry-Dee--Talking With Psychopaths and Savages.........................0
The qualifying did not give us much for this renewal of our celebration of the arts.
Preliminary Round
#3 Greenwood over #6 Berry-Dee
No libraries in my state carry the Berry-Dee book. One carries Greenwood.
#5 Boyce over #4 Anderson
Boyce uses a similar formula to overcome Anderson, at one time evidently a moderately successful science fiction author now neglected by librarians. Boyce has published other Shakespeare-related books as well and would appear to be accepted as an Expert on the man's work.
Final Four
#1 Shakespeare over #5 Boyce
In general I think the master beats his scholar in these kinds of matchups. Most of Shakespeare's plays are not eligible for the Challenge here, being already on the IWE list, but Much Ado is for whatever reason one of the handful that got left out. It hasn't got much competition for the title.
#2 Sobel over #3 Greenwood
The subtitle of the Sobel book is How the Ladies of the Harvard Observatory Took the Measure of the Stars. This makes it sound like one of those breezy modern books that doesn't necessarily imply that history has exactly lied to you, but that its emphases and choices of where to shine its lamps have been regrettably narrow and benighted enough that it is not clear how fully we can trust any of its claims. Dava Sobel is however a best-selling author of historical science books for a popular audience--Longitude and Galileo's Daughter are two titles recognizable even to me--which indicates that she must be at the least a highly readable author--and this is her latest book.
Championship
#2 Sobel over #1 Shakespeare
This was a very close final game, and according to the formula Shakespeare should have won, and indeed I am not even familiar enough with Much Ado About Nothing as a play (I think I've read it once but don't recall it well) that I feel comfortable about letting it slide. My reasoning went something like this: 1. With Shakespeare and Shakespearian-related words scheduled to recur repeatedly throughout these challenges there is a good possibility it will come up again. 2. I am going to be on vacation in a couple of weeks and in the event that I go somewhere I want a somewhat longer book so that I don't have to carry a bunch of little books around with me. So Sobel wins over The G.O.A.T.
