Thursday, February 20, 2020

Gertrude Atherton--Black Oxen (1923)


Uploading pictures from the phone. I'm not expert at it yet.

This is, I'm thinking, one of the more currently obscure titles we've had come up on this list to date. It's yet another in the parade of American novels of the (19)20s, but it belongs to that part of the 20s that is perhaps especially forgotten now. Gertrude Atherton seems to have been a pretty popular author at the time, but she pre-dated the Lost Generation with whom that decade is largely associated now by 30-40 years. She was the same age as Theodore Roosevelt, four years older than Edith Wharton (whose old New York aristocrats appear to be the same crowd Atherton is writing about at an even later point of their development), she had thirteen years on Theodore Dreiser, who was practically considered a fossil himself at the time, 27 on Sinclair Lewis, and 41 on Hemingway. While I found a lot in this worth taking notes/commenting on, it's probably one of my least favorite so far of these IWE books. I didn't dislike it, but the main characters, who are supposed to be so brilliant, as well as the more distinguished of their companions, I found rather flat, and their dialogue tedious, which brought down the book as a whole. The IWE intro states that it "is no work of art but its characters are interesting." The premise of the story is that a 58 year old woman who had been a great beauty in her youth as well as one of the most sophisticated women in Europe gets some kind of endocrine treatment which rejuvenates her and makes her physically 28 years old again (though she is sterile), but still with her 58 year old mind, and what results when this circumstance is discovered by the New York society that she has returned to for a brief sojourn to attend to some financial interests. The idea is kind of clever but as often happens the execution does not follow through on the potential with equal cleverness.

I took so many notes on this that I'll need to prune some, but some of the passages from this seemingly lost world, once so prominent in the cultural imagination, are fascinating to me.

p.7 "All New York men of the old regime, no matter what their individuality may have been twenty years earlier, look so much alike as they approach sixty, and more particularly after they have passed it...Their moustaches and what little hair they have left turns the same shade of well-bred white. Their fine old Nordic faces are generally lean and flat of cheek, their expression calm, assured, not always smug."

This author employs the kind of extensive physiological and sartorial description, with very specific class or racial connotations (people have Norman or Saxon or Tyrolean, etc, characteristics rather than "English" or "German") that modern authors have largely dispensed with.

p. 37 "My one temptation to enter Society here would be the hope of forming a relief organization--drive, do you call it?--for the starving children of Austria. Russian children are not the only pitiable objects in Europe, and after all, the children of civilized countries are of more value to the future of the world."

This is not the last direct assertion assuming the superiority of the peoples of Northern European descent.

p. 44 "The whole country has gone crazy over youth. The most astonishingly bad books create a furore because from end-to-end they glorify post-war youth at its worst, and the stage is almost as bad"..."Yes, but they are still behind the European novelists, who find women interesting at any  age, and their intelligent readers agree with them." Clavering, the 34 year old newspaper critic/budding playwright, is supposed to be the bright coming man, most eligible bachelor in New York Society character. He is in fact more than a bit of a stuffed shirt.

One does get a nice dose of the charm of old New York, especially early in the book, such as the Madison Square scene (pp. 31-33), the leafy, lamplit, almost clean (by the standards of my lifetime) streets. "A light fall of snow lay on the grass and benches, the statues and trees of the Square. Motors were flashing and honking below and over on Fifth Avenue...Black masses were pouring toward the subways. Life!...The arcade of Madison Square Garden was already packed with men and he knew that a triple line reached down  Twenty-Sixth Street to Fourth Avenue. There was to be a prize fight tonight and the men had stood there since noon, buying apples and peanuts from peddlers." and etc.
   
Antique book barns and large multilevel stores that didn't do a lot of curating used to have walls of forgotten books from the 20s with covers like these. I think this is the first one of the type I have actually owned and read.

p. 65 Still rattling on about the rival post World War I/Lost Generation novels. "More clichés. The world was rotten to the core and the human race so filthy the wonder was that any writer would handle it with tongs. But they plunged to their necks...There had been reactions after the Civil war, but on a higher plane. The population had not been maculated by inferior races."

p.78 "After all, it had been a middle-aged man's war. Not a single military reputation had been made by any one of the millions of young fighters, despite promotions, citations, and medals. Statesmen and military men long past their youth would alone be mentioned in history."

p. 89 "Otherwise he was one of the 'black Claverings.' Northumbrian in origin and claiming descent from the Bretwaldes, overlords of Britain, the Claverings were almost as fair as their Anglian ancestors, but once in every two or three generations a completely dark member appeared, resurgence of the ancient Briton; sometimes associated with the high stature of the stronger Nordic race, occasionally--particularly among the women--almost squat." OK. Do the most respectable kinds of white Americans, especially women, still have this mentality for fine, esoteric racial consciousness? I feel like we are supposed to think there is at least some important class of them who do, but if that is the case, it seems like they would find modern society to be completely unendurable, and there is no evidence that this is a common complaint among anyone respectable or well-bred.

p. 91 "Do you think that romance is impossible in New York?' she asked irresistibly." New York has always seemed to me to be one of the few places left where romance is possible at all.

The style of writing is antiquated for its time, and does not feel "of" it. This is a problem that I think has always afflicted me as well. But since the better exemplars of the modernist style have proven so enduring, it was especially noticeable in a writer of the 1920s.

p. 124 "If the flapper should adopt a coat of arms no doubt it would be a cocktail rampant with three cigarettes argent on a field de rouge."

The flapper character is supposed to be a satire and is presented as ridiculous, but the most bearable interludes of the story were when she showed up. I thought the plot was being set up for her to marry the stiff Clavering at the end, or at least clean up her behavior a little, but after one last naughty appearance with about 100 pages left in the book, she never came back.

p. 128 Talking about the "Sophisticates" now--I'm not sure if they are supposed to be based on the Algonquin Round Table crowd or not, but I liked them too. "But their most solemn causeries were upon the vital theme of The American Reputation in Letters." I feel like this was still a big deal in my youth in the 80s. I have the sense that most of the younger generation, not having been brought up or persuaded by anyone to treat the great literatures of Europe with the degree of reverence that once prevailed here, do not view this as a pressing question in the same manner.

p. 132 Comparison of c.1920 New York with, of all places, Vienna. "...this marvelously wealthy and prosperous city where the poor were kept out of sight, at least, where all the men were whole and where one never saw a gaunt woman's appealing eyes, or emaciated ragged children." Really? What would Howard Zinn and his acolytes say to this?

I truly was not anticipating the twist explaining the mystery of the Madame Zattiany character (that she had undergone rejuvenation).



These illustrations are stills from the 1924 silent film of the book, about which I will write more later.

Chapter 28, New York intellectual/arts/theater party, circa 1920. Pretty ridiculous--a lot of self-conscious eccentricity and zany antics, though the women I found kind of appealing. Suzan Forbes?

"Miss Forbes was a tiny creature, wholly feminine in appearance...her really brilliant and initiative mind...Miss Forbes was not pretty, but she had an expressive original little face and her manners were charming...It was doubtful if she had ever been aggressive in manner or rude in her life; although she never hesitated to give utterance to the extremest of her opinions or to maintain them to the bitter end...She lit a cigarette as the music finished and pinched it into a holder nearly as long as her face. But even smoking never interfered with her pleasant, rather deprecatory, smile"...etc.

This arts scene of course is entirely white, but it's also (seemingly) entirely gentile white, which besides being unfathomable in any era pretty much after this one probably accounts for the un-self-conscious goofiness, which I don't think characters in circles like this have anymore.

p. 167 "I was very beautiful, I entertained magnificently, I was called the best-dressed woman in Paris, I was besieged by men--men who were a good deal more difficult to manage than chivalrous Americans, particularly as I was now married and the natural prey of the hunter...I learned to play the subtle and absorbing game of men and women as it is played to perfection in the older civilizations." Madame Zattiany. I admit I find people like this a little hard to take.

p. 174 Madame Zattiany again: "I thought that...I had lived too much and too hard, that my memory was overburdened and my sense of the futility and meaninglessness of life too overwhelming. (LOL emoji here)

p. 180 If rejuvenation such as Madame Zattiany's were to become widespread: "The threat of overpopulation--for man's architectonic powers were restored if not women's; to say nothing of his prolonged sojourn--would at last rouse the law-makers to the imperious necessity of eugenics, birth control, sterilization of the unfit, and the expulsion of undesirable races." The thought of eugenics frequently burst through the surface of many an WASP upper class mind in this era.

p. 213 "...he wondered if any woman, save in brief moments, could rival the ecstasy of mental creation. That rotten spot in the brain, dislocation of particles, whatever it was that enabled a few men to do what the countless millions never dreamed of attempting, or attempt only to fail, was, through its very abnormality, productive of a higher and more sustained delight, a more complete annihilation of prosaic life, than any mere function bestowed on all men alike." My God Clavering. What a stiff you are.

The literary world as depicted in this book would indicate that women were quite prominent in it at this time as writers, as I have noted before on this site, looking at the awarding of major prizes, best-seller lists and the like. There was a major shift in the 1940s and 1950s coinciding, in my opinion, with the arrival in the United States from Europe of so many deeply, almost severely learned intellectual refugees who exerted such a great influence, particularly through the universities, over what was to be considered worthwhile literature over the ensuing half-century, that had as one effect the downgrading or sidelining of much of the kind of women's writing that had garnered some recognition in the 20s. Having read some of those books for this list I wouldn't say that in most instances this downgrading or forgetting was not to some extent merited in individual cases, but I think a lot of people have the idea that women were entirely excluded from major writing and publishing opportunities before very recent times, and that does not appear to be quite true, especially during the 1910-1940 or so period, at least in the United States.

p. 230 "The world is equally astonished--and resentful--at every new discovery, but in a short time accepts it as a commonplace. The layman resents all new ideas, but the adjustment of the human mind to the inevitable is common even among savages." Is it so? I have the impression that many primitive (so-called) societies withered and died when exposed to modernity.





p. 299 "...I am not a victim of that ancient myth that two people who love each other can be happy anywhere. Environment is half the battle--for the super-civilized, at all events."

p. 301 "And there was no doubt that if you were on top, a personality, New York was the most enchanting place in the world to live in, just as it must be the most unsatisfactory for the poor and insignificant." L.O.L.

p. 315 Prince Hohenhauer, Madame Zattiany's longtime old lover, turns up in America. "He was as straight and thin as ever, his fine head erect, without haughtiness; his dark eyes under their heavy lids had the same eagle glance. he was still, she concluded dispassionately, the handsomest man she had ever seen, even for an Austrian, the handsomest race on earth..." I went on a bit of a rant as this point--I've had enough of this superior prince who is going to rule Austria, save it, make it a great and powerful republic, etc. Hasn't this guy's class just overseen the most disastrous war in human history that killed millions and brought down most of the ancient governments and ruling families in Europe? It was when they started complaining about/ridiculing the décor in a hotel in a small town in the Adirondacks that I lost it.

p. 346 "If we had met in Vienna it would never have claimed me at all. In New York one may be serious in the romantic manner when one is temporarily free from care, but seriousness is of another and a portentous quality over there." O.K., but we can concede that New York is in fact a highly romantic city after all. It is one tangible regret of mine to have never had a New York romance. I can imagine it so vividly. 


As noted above, this book almost immediately inspired a movie version, 58 minutes of which can be seen on various channels on YouTube, the Eastman restoration (which is only the first 22 minutes though) being the highest quality one I have found. The final reel of the movie is apparently missing, and no one alive that we know of--not Martin Scorcese, not Peter Bogdanovich, not anyone--has seen it. The most recognizable star of this movie to most people today would be, I assume, Clara Bow, who played Janet the flapper--like me, the filmmakers recognized that this was the liveliest character in the story, and she really is pretty sexy, her eyes especially are more than usually expressive and kind of mesmerizing. Madame Zattiany was played by Corinne Griffith, whom I had never heard of, though she was really beautiful and had a substantial career in the silent era, though only around 10 of the 58 films she made have survived--she strikes me as having been somewhat comparable to Gene Tierney in the way she is written about. She was later married to Washington Redskins owner George Preston Marshall, now notorious for his racism, and is credited with writing the lyrics to the team's celebrated fight song, "Hail to the Redskins" which is still played by the team band after every touchdown. Conway Tearle is an appropriately stiff Clavering. Alan Hale, Sr, who played Little John in the 1938 classic Robin Hood (and was the father of the skipper on Gilligan's Island) played Hohenhauer, but I assume most of his screen time comes in the lost final reel, for in the extant part he is only shown for about 5 seconds embarking from his ship onto American soil. The photo at the top of the page as well as the one directly above this paragraph at Dinwiddie's mountain lodge also evidently depict some of the lost parts of the movie, since I did not see these in the sections available online. The part of the film that I could see I thought was pretty good, even though it is difficult to watch a silent movie without music and the quality of the non-restored portion was not great. I'm always quite fascinated by film versions of books I have read that came out almost contemporaneously with the books (though this one was never remade later), I feel that they are always much closer to the spirit of the original story. The sets in this were not as lavish as I imagined the rooms and houses in the book to be, but we are still in the infancy of film history.    



The New and Improved Bourgeois Surrender Challenge

I did finally those long-contemplated tweaks to the system, and they did produce quite a few more competitors that are somewhat mass market, though the quality of the finalists does not look incredible. We will see how the tournament plays out however.

1. Robert Munsch--I Love You Forever.....................................................................10,060
2. The Ghost & Mrs Muir (movie-1947)...............................................................…..1,916
3. Philippa Gregory--The Last Tudor..........................................................................1,222
4. Dream Theater--The Astonishing (music album)................................................….1,221
5. Bill Bryson--The Body.............................................................................................1,184
6. Yangsze Choo--The Ghost Bride...........................................................................….798
7. Danielle Steel--A Good Woman...........................................................................…...633
8. Dream Theater--Distance Over Time (music album)..........................................…...620
9. Elizabeth Lev--The Tigress of Forli...........................................................................286
10. W. Michael Gear--People of the Wolf..................................................................….244
11. Linda Yellin--What Nora Knew............................................................................…130
12. W. Michael & Kathleen Gear--Sun Born...............................................................….93
13. Joanna Shupe--The Harlot Countess.....................................................................…..93
14. Maroon 5--"Memories" (song)...........................................................................…….65
15. Catherine the Great (TV-2019)..............................................................................….64
16. Catherine Chung--The Tenth Muse.....................................................................…….51
17. Lauren Slater--Lying: A Metaphorical Memoir...........................................................51

Play-in game still needed with the tie for 16th place.

#17 Slater over #16 Chung

Probably would have chosen Slater here anyway, but she is a bonus competitor here.

1st Round

#17 Slater over #1 Munsch

The Munsch book is a children's book.

#2 Ghost & Mrs Muir over #15 Catherine the Great
#3 Gregory over #14 Maroon 5
#13 Shupe over #4 Dream Theater
#5 Bryson over #12 Gears
Bryson is a past winner of the contest and while the extent of his success is puzzling to me, he is tolerably light reading late at night. Also I really do not like modern genre books at all.
#11 Yellin over #6 Choo
A tight call. Yellin is listed in the category of "Women's Divorce Fiction", which still appeal to me more than "Ghost Fiction", all else being equal.
#10 Gear over #7 Steele
#9 Lev over #8 Dream Theater
Clara Bow, you are a fox.


Quarterfinals
#17 Slater over #2 Ghost & Mrs Muir
Because books have to win. I am going to watch this movie though.
#13 Shupe over #3 Gregory
Shupe has an upset to use.
#11 Yellin over #5 Bryson
So does Yellin.
#10 Gear over #9 Lev
All of the upsets have been used up. But are there any decent books left?

Semifinals
#17 Slater over #10 Gear
It's a lot shorter.
#11 Yellin over #13 Shupe
Shupe looks basically to be almost a Harlequin romance.

Championship
#17 Slater over #11 Yellin
Either would have been OK I guess. Slater's book has the Penguin imprimatur, which makes it look more serious, though the Yellin looks a little more fun. I'm so far behind on the Challenge books, who knows when I will get there anyway.
Gertrude Atherton in her younger days.


Thursday, February 6, 2020

February 2020

A List: T. H. White--The Once and Future King...…………………….46/639
B List: Gertrude Atherton--Black Oxen...……………………………..329/346
C List: David Mitchell--Cloud Atlas...………………………………..250/509


Not quite able to finish the Atherton ahead of the monthly reporting.


The Once and Future King, which I had never read, is a rare book in that the glowing testimonials from well-known writers that adorn the cover emphasize their love for it above critical respect, awe at the author's talent, or other considerations. Ursula K. Le Guin writes "I have laughed at (White's) great Arthurian novel and cried over it and loved it all my life." Lev Grossman says "I have read this book more times than any other in my library." About fifty pages in, I have not yet found it to be quite this engrossing, though I am willing to give it some time to pick up, as there have been flashes of interesting writing. One of the blurbs described White as "a fierce and damaged man" who wrote about "fierce and damaged people", and I can see something of that. I had not imagined it was a long of a book as it is. The (paperback) edition of I got is practically a cube. I will probably be on it for a while.


Once I began Black Oxen I kind of got away from Mitchell. The "C" list book is ideally something informative or entertaining but rather light than I can read in the evening when I am tired, but Cloud Atlas is not really light. Also, while I really liked the first four sections, the fifth, set in an oppressive futuristic China (is the future ever not oppressive to artistic types?), I found harder going. Now I am in a sixth different story, which is set among what would formerly have been called primitive or untutored people in Hawaii. In this section I often lose the thread of what is going on for a page or two at a time though eventually it dawns on me and I can go back and see what was being said. I will get back on this book during the week or two interval when I am doing my report for the B list.


I've been in pretty good spirits all winter, which considering that I've had a heart attack, I don't have any time to do anything I like, I'm not allowed to eat 75% of the food I want, I don't have any money and my oldest kid is supposed to be going to college next year, and the cultural environment I grew up in is increasingly vilified or ceasing to exist, is kind of hard to explain given my usual temperament. However I went through a big depression two winters ago, when I went through the realization that I had kind of passed through the "prime" years of my life without having made much of them, when my oldest children had clearly moved past childhood into teenager-dom, that the time left me to do certain things I had always wanted to do might be running fairly short. I still have all of the same issues now, but the impact and overwhelming sense of loss has not been the same as it was then.


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Monday, January 13, 2020

Anna Sewell--Black Beauty (1877)


I have a new phone to get pictures off of, and, as I waited until I had done all of the writing for this post to add my own pictures, I could only see about a third of the article on the phone. So I added my pictures of my own book here at the top of the page.



This edition I actually found in my attic in a box of old books left behind by one of the previous inhabitants (it was an apartment house for many years). It was published by the World Publishing Company (Cleveland and New York) in 1946. The inscription reads "To 'Jimmy' from Gordon Garland. 'Happy Birthday.'"




I had finished all but nine pages of this by Christmas Eve when I had to go into the hospital for a couple of days. While I finished it once I came home everyone was on Christmas vacation and I set up in the midst of them in the living room so it was not an opportune time for writing. As I noted in the monthly report I am going to push onward with the list, though the likelihood of my living long enough to finish it seems even more improbable (now) than it did before. My condition is at least treatable, so perhaps I can make it another twenty or thirty years, barring nuclear war or other unforeseen accidents of course.




As I noted in the December update, Black Beauty is the first of these classic children's books that I've had to read that is mostly written at the actual intellectual level of a child, though it was still famous enough when I was young (I don't know about now) that I am glad to have finally read it. The IWE had this to say about our author: "Like other gentlewomen of her time she was a reformer and Black Beauty is sheer propaganda pro humane treatment of animals and, wherever possible, anti dat ole debbil alcohol. Since Miss Sewell was a spiritual cousin german to school teachers and children's librarians everywhere, her book necessarily became recommended reading and a standard children's classic; but surprisingly enough, it really is a classic and now with the horse-and-buggy era long past it is more educational than ever." So we do get a taste of some of the surprisingly bitter male chauvinism and condescension towards women of the postwar era. On the other hand, there seems to have been some culturally influential pushback against humorless scolds, who have roared back with a vengeance in our time, during that one, and I admit to being a little envious of that. Anna Sewell would be in her element today. Even though environmentalism and the rights of refugees and marginalized people were not part of her consciousness the way they are for people today the enemies of these things are pretty much the same people who were abusing horses and drinking too much in the 1800s, so you can see how the transition to the more topical subjects for outrage would not be that difficult to make.




There is a quote on page 117 that reveals a mindset that is a characteristic of our time and that has always bothered me. "Only ignorance! only ignorance! how can you talk about only ignorance? Don't you know that it is the worst thing in the world, next to wickedness?--and which does the most mischief heaven only knows. If people can say, 'Oh! I did not know, I did not mean any harm,' they think it is all right." I hate the way people use the word "ignorant" to describe others, when it should primarily be used in reference to oneself. Yes, sometimes it applies but very often it is used as an easy, but brutal, putdown where the person uttering the word is scarcely less of a moron then the person they are talking about. Its only intent is to silence someone. It is almost never used in good faith or with serious intentions to enlighten, but to stigmatize.


I'm coming off as being negative towards this book, and I did find all the righteous moralizing somewhat tiresome, but there were aspects of it that I did like. The conceit of a horse telling his own autobiography I do like, especially as the life trajectory of a 19th century horse was one of those things that had never occurred to me, that it would change owners multiple times, that the status of those owners would generally decline as it got older and less attractive, etc. It also gave a different perspective on the world of Victorian England, a period from which I have read many books, but never one quite like this one, so that is something. As far as animal biographies go, I have not read too many, but my favorite of the genre thus far is Bambi, which I think is an excellent little book even for a pretty serious adult. But it would not hurt more young people at least to read this, I don't think.








The Bourgeois Surrender Challenge

I'm going to introduce some tweaks in the next Challenge. While my current formula worked pretty well for a while, it is now giving me too many books that no one has read in a hundred years, and is repeating some of these over multiple competitions, so I have to try to liven it up.


1. Nora Roberts--Come, Sundown...……………………………………...2,640
2. Michael Morpurgo--War Horse……………………………………………..898
3. Jaimy Gordon--Lord of Misrule...………………………………………...97
4. Arthur Conan Doyle--Return of Sherlock Holmes...……………………...60
5. D. H. Lawrence--The Rainbow...………………………………………….54
6. Stanley Gordon West--Amos: To Ride a Dead Horse...…………………..32
7. Ralph Henry Barbour--Follow the Ball...…………………………………..0
8. Irving Bacheller--The Turning of Griggsby………………………………...0
9. Reuben Okorie--Shifting Sands...…………………………………………..0
10. Louis Boudin--The Socialist Empire: The Incas of Peru...……………….0
11. Sir Walter Besant--London in the Time of the Stuarts...…………………..0
12. Anonymous--London and its Environs...………………………………….0
13. The XYZs of Socialism (ed. Reed)…………………………………………0
14. Pablo Picasso, et al--Chevaux de Minuit...………………………………...0
15. Jackson Gregory--Lonely Trail...…………………………………………..0
16. Robert W. Gordon--Taming the Past...……………………………………0


1st Round


I feel like I should have a preliminary round just for all the 0-scorers, but as there are so many in this game and I am going to be fiddling with the format going forward, I will just do this one as a straight tournament. At the same time the extremely useful state library catalog which I have used throughout these tournaments is currently inaccessible, which further messes everything up as I play these games.


#16 Gordon over #1 Roberts
#15 Gregory over #2 Morpurgo
#3 Gordon over #14 Picasso
#4 Doyle over #13 Socialism
#5 Lawrence over #12 Anonymous
#6 West over #11 Besant
#7 Barbour over #10 Boudin


This the 3rd time recently that this particular Boudin book has qualified for the tournament. It seems unlikely that this would happen randomly.


#8 Bacheller over #9 Okorie


Round of 8
#3 J. Gordon over #16 R. Gordon
#4 Doyle over #15 Gregory
#5 Lawrence over #8 Bacheller
#6 West over #7 Barbour


Final 4
#6 West over #3 J. Gordon


A close game. Similar enough books that the choice is kind of random.


#4 Doyle over #5 Lawrence


This one was close too. Two IWE authors, both pretty long books. I have read The Rainbow before.


Championship
#6 West over #4 Doyle


Because it is much shorter.


Anna Sewell's house in Great Yarmouth, England.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

January 2020

A List: Steinbeck--The Grapes of Wrath...……………………………...220/455
B List: In-between
C List: David Mitchell--Cloud Atlas...…………………………………...89/509


Yesterday was my 50th birthday. Not sure how many more I am going to get, but I figure I might as well keep plugging away at the lists. I was ill over the holidays so I didn't get much reading done this month.


This is the second Steinbeck book (along with East of Eden) that I have taken up in recent years, and while I don't like Grapes of Wrath quite as much because of, I regret to admit, the lower class milieu which informs the dialogue, it is undoubtedly the defining literary document of the Depression-era United States as far as the collective imagination goes. I cannot at the moment think of anything else that really comes close as far as emphasizing the psychic misery particular to that time period. Its emotional power is real, which I like.


This Mitchell book, which I think of as super-up-to-date, is actually already 16 years old. I anticipated it was going to be a Pynchon or Will Self kind of book that was ungodly clever but rather a chore to read and I was planning to dutifully get through 100 pages or so and give it up. But so far I have to confess it is quite readable, and clever, yes, but not in a zany, eccentric way, but the erudite English way that I suspect many of us who read books feel that we could have been if we had grown up in the right environment and been properly educated. At the very least it is calculated so far to appeal to many of my weak points, especially the Zedelghem part. Mitchell himself is around my age (along with Knausgaard) and when I was younger and in the process of failing to become anything that I wanted to become I was angry whenever anybody who seemed somewhat similar to me was able to succeed, though now that people my age are starting to die all around me and I've perhaps nearly died myself I'm kind of softening and letting it go.


I also managed to read Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut during this period also. People either like him or they don't. I do think he is funny, so I like him. The first half of this book I thought was great. I felt like the story kind of got away from him once Papa dies and the ice-nine got loose. At least I didn't like it as much.











Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Personal Alabama Pictures

I knew I had taken some pretty good (digital) pictures from my trip to Alabama in 2011, so I thought I would post these as a supplement to the last post. I copied these from my Facebook page, so who knows how long they'll stay up here. I haven't had much luck when doing that in the past. I'm assuming my wife has the original file of these somewhere in her cloud storage but I don't know how to access that for this post. All of these photos are either in the Talladega National Forest or Cheaha State Park. I'll accompany them with my original comments, with any present additional observations following in italics.

1. Alabama woods.



2. Slipping in a few pictures of the baby, for people who are interested in that sort of thing. The baby is in 3rd grade now. At the time of this trip I only had five children. (I eventually had six of course).




3. Making the trail mix for the strenuous hiking to ensue. This is in the chalet at Cheaha State Park. This threesome is in 10th grade, 12th grade, and 7th grade respectively now.




4. Swimming pool at Cheaha State Park. With view of Talladega National Forest.




5. View from the balcony of the park restaurant. I went with the two older boys for breakfast at the restaurant one morning, but otherwise we ate at the cabin exclusively. My wife is not a big fan of eating out, especially with children. I am, though.




6. The road to Alabama's highest point is well-traveled.




7. Transmitter atop Mt. Cheaha.




8. There it is.




9. Commemorating the moment. My children at this time were in the habit of searching for these U.S. geological survey medallions every time we climbed a mountain, which they usually found.




10. I like this tower.




11. For aficiondos of antique playground equipment. This is a remarkable piece. I think they have replaced this in the intervening years. I still follow the park on social media, and I remember a few years back their announcing the completion of one of those generic, but safe, modern playgrounds.




12. Talladega Nights.




13. This is supposed to be "The Beginning of the Trail." In the National Forest.




14. This supposed to be "What can go Wrong?"



15. So far so good.




16. Alabama is more woodsy-beautiful than you think. To be honest I was expecting cotton fields.




17. (My spouse) has the artistic spirit in the family. She takes all the good pictures.




18. Maybe next year (child #4) will be able to get out of the backpack. This one is in 5th grade now, and is the most physically daredevilish member of the family.




19. Uh-oh.




20. I believe these are some of the celebrated southern pines. It might be noted here that there was no one else out on the trail on this day.




21. Someone is tired in the 93-degree heat. Fortunately a severe lightning storm is about to hit within the next five minutes.




22. (After skipping an unflattering picture of me in the rain) The rest of the crew comes in from the rain, which did cool the temperature considerably. Note how dark it is outside the car windows during this storm. This is at three or four o'clock in the afternoon.




23. Balcony of the circa 1940 CCC-built chalet, which for a government endeavor I found more than satisfactory as accommodation. I did bear in mind that black people almost certainly would have been forbidden from staying in these cabins at the time they were built. However almost any public building in this country of any age, including my college, including Harvard itself and any number of government buildings, at some point in its history was closed to black people and others as well, yet because these places are not in Alabama, are not out of the way, and because their racist history somehow does not seem as recent, and certainly not as violently enforced, they do not lend themselves as easily to the kind of haunting associations that it come naturally to one in a lonely place like this.




24. In artistic compositions lifeline are considered to be vertical while deathlines are horizontal. I was 41 at this time. I'm 49 now. I look about the same, I might even look a little better now. However in the last couple of years I have noticed a certain decline in my energy to go on outings and more involved expeditions. While I would still love to go on a trip like this, I don't know if I have it in me to prod everyone else to go along with my style of traveling and put up with (i.e. ignore) all of their objections and complaining anymore.




25. Goodbye Chalet #11. I still have this car. It's a 2007 Dodge Grand Caravan and has 265,000 miles on it, and the engine still runs great. Unfortunately I think it is rust that is going to do it in as far as getting another inspection. They barely let it slide the last time.




26. A last short hike in 'Bama. This particular area was really quite nice, and has given me a more positive opinion of this state than northerners are wont to have.




27. More nature. Just to give the album texture




28. Postcard.




29. Good picture of (child #5), who made it to Alabama 41 years earlier in life than I did.




30. Some boiled peanuts for the road as we say good-bye to Alabama...