Washington Square…book review

Washington Square…book review

mere talk of love

 

 

Book review:

Washington Square

 

by Henry James (1843-1916)

New York: Doric Books, 1950

214 pages

Washington Square was written in 1880, depicting high society life in New York City in the 1840s and 1850s

 

Washington Square is a shallow dive into the meaning and the eternities of love.

Henry James offers 214 pages of sometimes desultory talk about love, and a couple kisses, and a touch—not an embrace—or two, and Catherine and Morris talk at each other about their concepts of love, but there are no awakenings, and no whispers melting on lips, and no warm zephyrs that fill the emptied spaces.

After Catherine and Morris have grudged their final words, Morris stomps away with his hat jammed on, Catherine returns to her knitting, and the reader is abandoned, adrift, still waiting to be filled by demonstrations of dearest love.

Henry James is a wordsmith, no dispute about that. The reader learns endearing and vastly frightening elements of the characters of the alleged lovers, and her curiously and completely unlikeable father, and Mrs. Penniman, the aunt who won’t butt out.

Henry James chases a plot, but doesn’t get his net around one.

The story line, for my taste, never ceases to be a prelude. There is no rip and no snorting in the pretend climax, and no satisfaction in the ersatz denouement.

If you want to argue that this presumed love story never gets started, and doesn’t really end, you get no argument from me.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

The Visible Hand:

The Managerial Revolution in American Business (book review)

no managers in olden times…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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time is different near the sea

time is different near the sea

this is so simple…

 

 

“Time is more complex near the sea

         than in any other place…”

 

Just think for a sec—how many watches do you need?

 

From Tortilla Flat in The Short Novels of John Steinbeck, by John Steinbeck with an introduction by Joseph Henry Jackson, New York: The Viking Press, orig. copy. 1953, 1963.

527 pages

p. 109

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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“…some part is ocean?…”…“my sand,” my poem

“…some part is ocean?…”…“my sand,” my poem

sand is humble…

 

 

my sand

 

When did I first know

   that inside of me

      some part is ocean?

 

I feel the gift

   of a swelling crest,

I carry little waves

   to make a shore

      wherever I may need

         to stop and rest,

 

I see afar with eyes of birds,

   I skim a surf

      where no one goes,

I walk with you

   and wonder

      that we may have different sand

         between our toes,

 

the breaker sound

   is a familiar call,

you may hear me hum

   but can you hear

      my offshore breeze,

the plover’s song that

   lingers at my ear?

 

The ocean part of me is older, noisier,

easier, light like driftwood,

calm as sunsets,

sure as tides,

bright as sunrise,

as humble as sand,

eternal like blue water.

 

April 26, 2025

Inspired by a haiku by Rosemary Wahtola Trommer, April 20, 2025.

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

        about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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Breath of Joy…book review

Breath of Joy…book review

joy…look for it

 

 

Book review:

Breath of Joy: Poems, Prayers, and Prose

 

by Danna Faulds

 

Breath of Joy is a heartfelt exploration of the joy that is, or can be, all around us, and in us. It may be that not everything Danna writes is inspirational for you. I was moved by many of her words.

She writes so many invitations to let joy happen—sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, and it’s always maybe one breath away.

Take a deep breath, and try it.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Grace Notes

Is it prose or poetry?

by Brian Doyle

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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The Book of Days…part liv

The Book of Days…part liv

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

 

Looking up

 

pale pink it is,

the rising sun salutes the night

   with hues that last

      a little while,

then slip away,

and cue the day.

 

August 20, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”

Loneliness beyond understanding…

by Herman Melville

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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