Boz indeed!

Boz indeed!

Dickens is all about

      generous indulgence…

 

 

Book review:

The Dickensian Boz

Of course, they don’t write ‘em like this anymore.

I’m talking about Charles Dickens (1812-1870). I’m talking about Sketches by Boz, his first book published in 1836.

I’m talking not only about the obvious (Dickens has been dead these many years), but also about my understanding of the palpably inimitable Dickensian style.

Dickens does not fail to offer, time after time after time, character portraits that spring to life as you turn the pages, characters described with disinterested honesty, stout-hearted realism, generous indulgence, often a touch of whimsy….

Take just one hilarious case in point: “The Four Sisters,” who inhabit No. 25 Gordon Place in Sketches by Boz. In his brief (five pages) acknowledgement of these cloistered ladies, Dickens ventures to create four personae that are not, will not, cannot be demeaned as a stereotype.

The Miss Willises—Dickens doesn’t need to trouble himself about not calling them the misses Willis—are a scream, in a fastidiously literary kind of way.

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Here’s a taste:

“The house was the perfection of neatness—so were the four Miss Willises. Everything was formal, stiff, and cold—so were the four Miss Willises. Not a single chair of the whole set was ever seen out of its place—not a single Miss Willis of the whole four was ever seen out of hers. There they always sat, in the same places, doing precisely the same things at the same hour…They seemed to have no separate existence, but to have made up their minds just to winter through life together…The eldest Miss Willis grew bilious—the four Miss Willises grew bilious immediately. The eldest Miss Willis grew ill-tempered and religious—the four Miss Willises were ill-tempered and religious directly. Whatever the eldest did, the others did, and whatever anybody else did, they all disapproved of…”

I think this, like so many passages in Dickens, is a singularity.

Sketches by Boz, indeed.

Re-reading Dickens is a real treat for me.

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This is a book commentary, not quite a book review. I have a love affair with words. I mean carefully chosen words, words that express in exceptional ways the boundless variety of our thoughts, experiences, and emotions. I think a lot about life, the human condition, loving relationships with others, and the many levels of beauty, serenity and delight in our natural environment. It’s stimulating to read the pithy words of real wordsmiths. I offer my reflections on their wonderful work.

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Puppy space

…if dogs could write poems…

“One dog’s world” (my poem)

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A quote from General Custer

A quote from General Custer

…big talker

 

 

“There are not enough Indians

  in the world

  to defeat the Seventh Cavalry.”

 

General George Armstrong Custer  (1839-1876)

 

 

OK, let’s walk that one back a bit…

It wasn’t the quotation that got Custer in trouble.

Let’s talk about the Lakota and Cheyenne and Arapaho warriors—roughly 1,836 of them—at the Little Bighorn River in Montana on June 25, 1876…

Custer may have skipped a couple lectures at West Point, where he graduated at the bottom of his class (the “goat”) in 1861…he amassed 726 demerits, close to the school record.

No one cared about his West Point demerits at the Battle of Greasy Grass.

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Book review:

Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale

Full of her passion, not mine…

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“Whither,” a poem of wanton love…

“Whither,” a poem of wanton love…

“…yearning that has ever filled her…”

 

 

Whither

 

He the tempter, she the temptress.

 

Roles they never imagined in their separate worlds

   before they chanced to come together,

roles they accept without skill or will to play,

roles animated by the drab constraint of her clan,

and the drear, deadened danger of his career

   in thrall to loveless intrigue.

 

Quickly they see each other as woman and man,

quickly the heat is on them,

quickly they twirl in dance without dalliance,

quickly they know their plight,

awkward in their pauses,

denying the impulse to embrace.

 

At day’s end he faces her, silent,

his desire wantonly on offer,

his smile closed by fear that he will charm her

   into a love that must become a misery in his world.

She faces him and does not speak

   but offers herself with lust she cannot name

      and yearning that has ever filled her.

Her smile awaits his beckoning,

for long moments…

He lowers his eyes in despair, she turns away

   and accepts her failure with no whisper,

no waiting,

no wishing for another chance,

no words to claim him for a love

  that would wither in her world.

 

They give without taking.

They reach to each other

   across an unimagined gulf

      that sears their willing hearts,

they lean to the threshold of desire

   but they do not take the last step.

 

They part, to languish in the limits of their lives.

They learn that heart can be another way

   to spell hurt.

 

February 14, 2016

Inspired by the film Witness (1985)

My poem “Whither” was published January 23, 2018, in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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We Were Soldiers Once…and Young

…too much death (book review)

Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (ret.)

         and Joseph L. Galloway

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Book review: The Girl at the Lion d’Or

Book review: The Girl at the Lion d’Or

Faulks has so many words

             that mean “ache”…

 

 

Book review:

The Girl at the Lion d’Or

 

by Sebastian Faulks

New York: Vintage International/Vintage Books/A Division of Random House, Inc., 1989.

 

Richly Gallic, redolent of the interwar period in Europe, The Girl at the Lion d’Or is a cumulative revelation of Anne (the Girl) and a steadily burdensome understanding of the sad hindrances in her life. She comes to love Hartmann, who is ultimately contemptibly weak and viciously temporizing.

I wanted to read faster near the end so I could know the outcome, but I resisted the impulse. I wanted to read all the words.

Faulks really makes it worthwhile to read every word. His prose is tenaciously literate and evocative.

He has no mere words—he writes passages that invite the reader to understand deeply and to feel deeply.

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Book review:

Founding Mothers:

The Women Who Raised Our Nation

by Cokie Roberts

The Revolutionary War,

        as fought by women…

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Book review: Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale

Book review: Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale

A bit too much

      of stars, love, and flowers…

 

 

Book review:

Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale

 

by Sara Teasdale

New York: The Macmillan Company 1937 (repr. 1966)

224 pages

 

A modest sampling of Sara Teasdale’s oeuvre goes a long way.

Her poems are sincere, artfully crafted, with genuine passion. If you don’t mind the almost imperative rhyming, so much the better. If you can’t get enough of the dawn, and the starry sky, love ( winning it and losing it), flowers, and Mother Nature, you’ll keep picking up Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale, time after time.

I had to draw the line, on page 74, when I got to “Leaves.” I was bone dry by the time I read:

 “One by one, like leaves from a tree,

All my faiths have forsaken me…”

 

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was a lyric poet whose poetry collections were bestsellers during her lifetime. Be that as it may…

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Book review:

John Eliot:

The Man Who Loved The Indians

Entertaining, convenient biography

by Carleton Beals

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