Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

Book review:

The Bridges of Madison County

 

by Robert James Waller (1939-2017)

New York: Warner Books Inc., 1992

171 pages

 

The Bridges of Madison County was notably popular when it was a new book. However, I’m aware that not everyone is a fan.

If you’re looking for highly stoked eroticism and high-rolling lives that throw off sparks when they touch, look elsewhere.

Frankly, for lots of tastes, here’s good advice: look elsewhere no matter what you’re looking for.

For me, Bridges documents the chance intersection of the putatively unremarkable lives of Francesca and Robert with all the heat and dazzle of slow-moving lava, without its destructive power. They come together, they permit each other to nourish their beautiful personae, and they generate a passion that consumes without burning.

Francesca and Robert come together too late in their lives, after unbreakable commitments have been made to other cherished persons who, regrettably, are not like themselves.

I am drawn to the unsounded depths of their love and their absolute, cascading, undeniable recognition of each other as the unforgettable objects of their burgeoning desire.

They understand that they must be content with the short lifetime of their dalliance. They honor their love by deeply understanding its nature, and by accepting the permanent separation that their unyielding integrity requires.

Robert whispers to Francesca: “…this kind of certainty comes only once…”

The Bridges of Madison County is a love song, a courtship, a delicate primer on yearning, a too brief opportunity to know how it feels to be in love like that.

Do yourself a favor, and give it a try.

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Book review: American Colonies

Book review: American Colonies

England was playing catch-up

with the Mayflower folks…

 

 

Book review:

American Colonies:

The Settling of North  America, Vol. 1

 

by Alan Taylor

New York: Penguin Books, 2002

 

The Pilgrims and the founders of Plymouth Colony came late in the world-changing game of European invasion of the Americas.

The Portuguese, Spanish, and French preceded the English in exploring, settling, and exploiting North America, South America, and the Caribbean islands.

The plain fact is that English colonists were late arrivals because England had been preoccupied with European conflicts, and because England wasn’t sufficiently powerful to manage imperial strategies on both sides of the Atlantic before the 17th century brought new fears and new opportunities to the court of King James I.

This is a historian’s book.

I think American Colonies will not tempt a casual reader. It’s not so much that a reader needs detailed historical knowledge to enjoy and learn from American Colonies. Rather, a significant interest in the origins and context of colonial history in the Americas will allow a reader to broaden and deepen her knowledge and appreciation of the evolution of European intrusion on two continents that sustained tens of millions of indigenous inhabitants whose cultures were as ancient as those in Europe, and notably successful.

The brutal reality is that the invading Europeans killed most of the native peoples and displaced the survivors with despicable disdain and carelessly criminal violence.

Alan Taylor is a dispassionate, concise, notably well-informed historian who has organized this book to prepare the student of history for more study and more understanding of how we came to be the inheritors of the American experiences.

Taylor doesn’t waste any time with polemics against our predecessors who committed murders and did so many other evil things in establishing new settlements in the Americas. He doesn’t hide any of the horrors.

We have so much to learn about our past. This book importantly informs our quest.

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Book review: Waterloo

The slightly Hollywood bravery

        of Richard Sharpe,

the butcher’s work done at the battle…

by Bernard Cornwell

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Book review: Shantung Compound

Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t

     “rise to the occasion”…

 

 

Book review:

Shantung Compound:

The Story of Men and Women

   Under Pressure

 

by Langdon B. Gilkey (1919-2004)

Harper & Row, New York, 1966

242 pages

 

This is the most provocative book I’ve read in my adult life. 

It powerfully evokes a very civilized despair for the human social condition. It tells us that the Western notion of the social contract is a wistful, romantic notion. I think I said that in a nice way. Shantung Compound was a blunt, clarifying, transformative read for me. 

In Gilkey’s words, “This book is about the life of a civilian internment camp in North China during the war against Japan . . . Because internment-camp life seems to reveal more clearly than does ordinary experience the anatomy of man’s common social and moral problems and the bases of human communal existence, this book finally has been written.”

Gilkey was a 24-year-old American teacher in a Chinese university when World War II commenced. He and about 2,000 others, men, women, and children, mostly Europeans including academics, clergy and businessmen, were imprisoned for more than two years in relatively benign conditions in the Weihsien camp near Shantung. Their Japanese captors provided the bare minimum of food and coal, and told the inmates to run the camp inside the walls.

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Shantung Compound is Gilkey’s account of the endlessly frustrated attempts, by various camp leaders and elected committees and a few charismatic individuals, to enforce a fair allocation of the smallish rooms and dorm beds, to get everyone to do a fair share of work, to prevent stealing, to settle social disputes, to provide for the exceptional needs of the elderly, the frail, the young kids, the nursing mothers…

The overwhelming truth is that, facing the prospective dangers and daily extremities of camp life, nearly all of the internees didn’t “rise to the occasion” to protect the weak and to cooperate rationally for their own good and the common good.

Instead, this is what nearly all of the internees—most of them white, educated, Western—tended to do most of the time: they conspicuously looked out for themselves and their families, declined to do more than a modicum of work, refused to give up some of their “equal” share of food and housing to needier fellow inmates, shied away from volunteer leadership, declined to share the contents of relief parcels sent by their “own” governments, stole food and supplies whenever possible, refused to punish the egregious wrongdoers among them, and rationalized most of their uncharitable, uncooperative, and uncivil behavior in complex variations of religious and humanist moralities…

Mind you, this wasn’t humanity in a state of nature. There wasn’t any “. . . Nature, red in tooth and claw” stuff. The Japanese guards remained aloof from the prisoners’ largely autonomous camp administration, and the guards permitted black market trading with villagers outside the camp. The internees lived in dismal but not life-threatening conditions. They lived peaceably, often manifesting their shortcomings in a nominally genteel way. In a perverted sense, they were in a protected environment, and really didn’t worry much about anything except surviving in a tolerably impoverished condition as part of a generally homogeneous group.

They could have lived an Enlightenment fantasy in Shantung Compound. They could have established a coherent community with orderly cooperation, consensual leadership, and rational allocation of food, housing and civic niceties to appropriately satisfy the disparate needs of all.

But they didn’t.

Here endeth the lesson for today.


In 1990 Gilkey was interviewed by Joe Bessler-Northcutt for an article in the American Journal of Theology & Philosophy (2007, Vol 28, No. 1). Gilkey said: “…it began to dawn on me that our political problems…were really moral problems. I wasn’t right that there were only material problems and organizational problems—learning how to cook and organizing the kitchen and so forth—but that a community has a lot of other things going on. And that it was the moral, insofar as there was any reflection there, that holds the community together. You have got to have supplies, you have got to have organization, that I knew very well. But you have also got to have some kind of moral structure to the community or the supplies, and the organization are not going to get you anywhere. Now that’s the main theme of the book.”

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Book review: Lord of the Flies

Never more relevant…

by William Golding

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A poet is a “maker”

A poet is a “maker”

No such thing as a “long poem”…

 

“Poem” has its etymological root in a Greek verb meaning “to make,” thus a poem is something made. A more detailed description of poetry has been elusive for more than a couple thousand years.

A somewhat bountiful book on this subject is Classic Writings on Poetry, edited by Dr. William Harmon.

From his Introduction:

“…In none of [these] documents is poetry as such distinguished very crisply from prose…(1)

Poetry resists absolute definitions…Rhyme, for example, has been an incidental blemish of prose in many literatures, especially those of classical antiquity…in time, however, in the poetry of Europe, rhyme turned into an ornament so important that ‘rhyme’ itself virtually came to mean ‘poem’…”

 

Before that happened, “…during the Middle Ages…rhymed accentual verse was introduced for certain religious texts set to music, but rhyme was so alien to true poetry, according to many conservatives, that such texts were called ‘proses.’ “(2)

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For the record: Harmon notes that an “old-fashioned” poem, or “verse,” like “Adeste Fideles,” does not rhyme either in Latin or in English.

 

 

I am fully intrigued by reflecting on the distinction between prose and poetry. To be sure, I’m not yet prepared to offer any compelling commentary on that point, except to say that I’m in complete agreement with Edgar Allan Poe in believing that brevity has something to do with it.

In his “The Poetic Principle,” Poe makes his view very clear:

“I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, ‘a long poem,’ is simply a flat contradiction in terms.

“I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement…That degree of excitement which would entitle a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a composition of any great length. After the lapse of half an hour, at the very utmost, it flags—fails—a revulsion ensues—and then the poem is, in effect, and in fact, no longer such.”

 

It takes just about a minute to read this post.

‘nuff said.

 

(1) Harmon, p. xii

(2) Ibid., p. x

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A glimpse of the millennial dawn…

witness to the song of the sea…(a poem)

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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

It’s not really

   about Ann Hathaway…

 

 

Book review:

Shakespeare’s Wife

 

by Germaine Greer, HarperCollinsPublishers, New York, 2007

406 pages

 

This is scholarly nonfiction that is not to my taste.

I respect Greer’s effort to vivify Ann Hathaway, the wife of William Shakespeare.

I do think she went overboard a bit.

Shakespeare’s Wife is longish, considering that lots of the details of Ann’s life aren’t well documented or remain obscure.

For my taste, too much of this work is carefully contingent or unselfconsciously speculative. The specification of what we don’t really know is perhaps more interesting to a scholar embracing esoterica than it is to a lay reader like me.

Moreover, Greer’s text is chock-a-block with statements and implications that Shakespeare wrote about his wife and his private life in his plays and sonnets. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t.

Much of this tirelessly researched and documented book isn’t really about Ann Hathaway. Greer conspicuously offers detail about people she knew and didn’t know, in Stratford and elsewhere, and about circumstances of life, commerce and the arts in the 16th century in the middle of England.

So, here’s what I learned: Shakespeare may or may not have loved his wife.

Ditto for Ann’s relationship with Bill. I don’t need to read this book again.

 

p.s. the image in this post is not Shakespeare’s wife, no one knows what she looked like…

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Book review: The Sea Runners

Book review: The Sea Runners

…a relentlessly obvious story…

 

 

Book review:

The Sea Runners

 

by Ivan Doig (1939-2015)

Penguin Books, New York, 1983

279 pages

 

I want to be fair. This is a novel about everything dogged: determination, courage, loyalty, imagination, strength, stubbornness.

I’m bound to say there’s little excitement in Doig’s first novel. You’d think that death-defying action would add a little bunny-hop to one’s pulse, but think again. There is a relentless context that animates the characters in The Sea Runners, and swaddles all the environmental features of this story of men against the sea. It’s based on an actual event in the northern Pacific Ocean in the middle of the 19th century, so you know how it turns out.

Four Swedes escaped from a Russian work camp and paddled in a stolen canoe for a couple months on the open ocean to reach the American port of Astoria in Oregon. The story is more interesting than that simple summary, but, alas, it merely informs…it does not soar.

I thought of myself as an Ivan Doig fan when I began reading The Sea Runners, and now I understand that I must be specific: I like This House of Sky and I like The Bartender’s Tale, and such.

The emerald clarity of Doig’s stories about the West is a world apart from the drudging redundancy of this book. The character development is relentlessly obvious. Sea Runners is narrow and repetitive. Doig doesn’t resist running his characters through the same paces, over and over again.

The Sea Runners isn’t a bad story. The determination, courage, loyalty, imagination, strength and stubbornness are in plain view, there’s never any doubt about that.

There’s no doubt about just about everything in this story.

Nevertheless, Ivan, I love ya, man. I love some of your stories.

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Up for the counting

…he picks up the rhythm…(a poem)

“Numerology”

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