changing the world into words…Bill Gass said it

ink stains on the philosopher’s stone…

 

 

“The true alchemists do not change lead into gold;

     they change the world into words.”

 

William H. Gass (1924-2017)

American novelist, philosopher

 

Gass had his way with words. If you’re a serious reader, check him out.

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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Romantic historical fiction…don’t you love it?

Romantic historical fiction…don’t you love it?

Romantic historical fiction doesn’t get any better…

 

 

Consider the art of Rafael Sabatini (1875-1950)

Novelist extraordinaire

 

Sabatini was a more popular writer during his lifetime, when his trademark works of romantic, principled historical fiction were more accessible and more acceptable. If you have not read Scaramouche, you have deprived yourself. You will feel yourself to be a better, more lavishly happy person after you read it for the first time. There is the occasional swordplay in his novels, however, I warn you, most of the time his characters do nothing but talk. I think that’s all you need for a book review.

My interest here is to share a sample of his ingenious and engaging prose. This is from Saint Martin’s Summer...in fact, these are the first two paragraphs of the first chapter:

“My Lord of Tressan, His Majesty’s Seneschal of Dauphiny, sat at his ease, his purple doublet all undone, to yield greater freedom to his vast bulk, a yellow silken undergarment visible through the gap, as is visible the flesh of some fruit that, swollen with over-ripeness, has burst its skin.

“His wig—imposed upon him by necessity, not fashion—lay on the table amid a confusion of dusty papers, and on his little fat nose, round and red as a cherry at its end, rested the bridge of his horn-rimmed spectacles. His bald head—so bald and shining that it conveyed an unpleasant sense of nakedness, suggesting that its uncovering had been an act of indelicacy on the owner’s part—rested on the back of his great chair, and hid from sight the gaudy escutcheon wrought upon the crimson leather. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and whether from that mouth or from his nose—or, perhaps, conflicting for issue between both—there came a snorting, rumbling sound to proclaim that my Lord the Seneschal was hard at work upon the King’s business.”

Maybe that’s all you need for a book review.

Eat your heart out, John Grisham.

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Book review: American Colonies

So many and so much

    came before the Pilgrims

by Alan Taylor

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“the mossty boys all wore a hat”…my poem

“the mossty boys all wore a hat”…my poem

the boolies mimed…

 

 

ronday vue

 

It was time for a furling gat,

the mossty boys all wore a hat,

they rumbled when the clepsys chimed,

they crumbled when the boolies mimed,

and on their way they ratlinged fine

   and mortled as they kept in line.

 

The mook they made was loud and blam,

the dancing was appoint, and skram,

chandilling as they jamped each step,

so trilling as they klamped each rep,

their ronday lasted all the night,

at morning they were flamp and skite.

 

October 22, 2024

 

I’m learning from my friend Mike…

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How does a poem end?

Finis,” my thoughts (my poem)

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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Moby-Dick and stuff…book talk

Moby-Dick and stuff…book talk

Moby-Dick and stuff….

 

 

I know whale tales aren’t for everyone.

If you’re still with me, you might be interested to know that Herman Melville’s iconic whale story was published 174 years ago (titled: “The Whale”) in London, and then, a month later, in New York.

The original American title is Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. Melville actually went to sea as a crewman on a whaling vessel, and based his novel in part on a real sperm whale named Mocha Dick, known to South Pacific sailors in the 1840s.

Early in his career Melville was briefly acclaimed for some of his South Pacific stories, such as Typee, but he was obscure during the last 30 years of his life. He earned only $1,200 or so from the sale of about 3,200 copies of Moby-Dick, which was out of print when he died in 1891.

A first American edition of the book can easily be secured if you have about $80,000 (free shipping!) to spend.

Melville wrote in a variety of genres—again, not for all tastes. I’m a big fan of Moby-Dick, and I’m also an advocate for Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street. Nothing of the South Pacific here. The circumstances of this desiccated short story are curious, even eccentric, incredulous. The withered and aloof Bartleby is presented, examined and disdained, until his very dispirited isolation makes him the object of the narrator’s genuine but increasingly troubled caretaking.

Don’t overlook Billy Budd, Sailor. It’s a searing morality play.

 

You may be surprised to know that Melville also wrote poetry. One critic has somewhat ponderously suggested that Moby-Dick is filled with Melville’s incipient poetry. I certainly believe that a story can contain a poem, but I don’t see anything like that in Moby-Dick.

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The “dime novels” in the Civil War

Think “blood-and-thunder”…

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Tabula Rasa: Volume 1…book review

Tabula Rasa: Volume 1…book review

a literate TO DO list

 

 

Book review:

Tabula Rasa: Volume 1

 

by John McPhee (b1931)

New York: Picador, 2023

180 pages

 

It’s potentially thrilling when a talented author decides to clear his plate and clear his mind of the old ideas that haven’t been transformed to words.

I dare to suggest that McPhee’s title, Tabula Rasa, was chosen with tongue firmly pressed against cheek. His mind was working and his imagination was full when he picked the best words for his TO DO list.

Some of the appeal of Tabula Rasa is that his short pieces (50 of them) were collected but not organized. Each one is at least around the corner from the next one, and it’s easy to guess that McPhee never was bored while he wrote them.

This is a literate and thought-filled way to clear the deck.

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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Natural Life with No Parole…book review

Natural Life with No Parole…book review

writing ingenuous truth…

 

 

Book review:

Natural Life with No Parole

 

by Sarah Rossiter

Georgetown, KY: Finishing Line Press, 2016

 

Rossiter’s poetry is worth a second read.

I think her word choices and line breaks are a bit disorganized, but nevertheless coherent.

Natural Life with No Parole is about what she sees and hears and feels, with genuine verve and ingenuous truth about the reality of human emotions.

She finds it natural to say things like “…That’s all there was, it wasn’t much, but joy is like that.”

Let the flavor of that line wrap around your tongue.

 

Quoted line is from “Woman in a White Truck, Driving”

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Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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