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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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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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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Book review: Clotel, or The President’s Daughter

Book review: Clotel, or The President’s Daughter

”good people” owned slaves,

       think about that…

 

 

Book review:

Clotel,

or The President’s Daughter

 

by William Wells Brown (c1814-1884)

Introduction by Dr. Joan E. Cashin

M. E. Sharpe, Inc., Armonk, New York, 1996

191 pages

 

This is a workmanlike treatment of a subject that is an all too imaginable foundation of early America: slavery.

It’s more a documentary than any modern understanding of a novel. Brown does a good job of character development for a limited cast of characters, including Clotel, the “mulatto” daughter of a black slave mother and a white father. This story of many aspects of slavery—disruption of families, cruelty of masters, the abolition movement, the economic importance of slave-based agriculture and production, the moral, philosophical and political debates about the “peculiar institution”—is written in a style that is manifestly journalistic and prosaic, not literary.

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Clotel is a high impact read. Brown was born a slave in Kentucky circa 1818. He escaped, became an abolitionist and a writer in England, and was purchased by friends and freed in the middle of the 19th century. He published Clotel in 1853 as the first “novel” written by a black American.

It’s harsh reading. It’s a terrible, candid condemnation of a despicable fact of American history. It’s a catalog of shame and endurance and human spirit.

You might know that the subtitle acknowledges Brown’s unabashed reference to the story, well known in the mid-19th century, that Thomas Jefferson dallied with his slave, Sally Hemings, and had children with her.

Here are a couple highlights:

Prof. Cashin notes: “Historians estimate that perhaps 10 percent of the four million slaves living in the South in 1860 had some white ancestry.”(1) Too many white owners forced themselves on their female slaves. In some parts of the South, a person with white lineage except for a black great-great-great-great grandmother could legally be sold as a slave.

Brown underscores the hypocrisy of slave owners who professed political, philosophical, or religious convictions that were nominally opposed to slavery. For example, Brown states that in the middle of the 19th century, more than 660,000 slaves were owned “by members of the Christian church in this pious democratic republic.”(2)

Slavery died hard.

 

(1) –  p. xiii

(2) –  p. 187

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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: Seven Gothic Tales

Book review: Seven Gothic Tales

They’re not flamboyant,

     but they are fabulous…

 

 

Book review:

Seven Gothic Tales

 

by Isak Dinesen (1885-1962)

Dorothy Canfield, Introduction

New York: Harrison Smith and Robert Haas, Inc., 1934

420 pages

 

 

Isak Dinesen’s story doesn’t stop with Out of Africa. For starters, Isak Dinesen isn’t her name, but you probably know that.

Baroness Karen Christenze von Blixen-Finecke (née Dinesen) was a Danish author who wrote using several pen names, notably Isak Dinesen.

Her oeuvre is lush and memorable. Out of Africa is a compelling classic tale of life and love. Who wouldn’t love Denys Finch Hatton? After you’ve read Babette’s Feast, you don’t have any trouble recalling what it’s about. The films by the same names are authentic delights.

Seven Gothic Tales isn’t flamboyant, but it is fabulous. If you’re a writer, you may feel—a lot, or a little—that you wish you could write like Isak Dinesen. If you’re not a writer, you could wish that you may be one in another life.

Her muse is fertile and friendly—she manages, on page after page, to write what Coleridge identified as “the best words.” The storytelling is warm, the characters are vivid and realistic, and the context is so desirable.

Two of my favorite Gothic tales are “The Old Chevalier” and “The Poet.” The narrator in “The Old Chevalier” mentions, with approval, “I…do not think that I could ever really love a woman who had not, at some time or other, been up on a broomstick.” In “The Old Poet,” one of the characters is “the Councilor,” who “maintained an idea of paradise, for his generation had been brought up on the thought of life everlasting, and the idea of immortality came naturally to him.”

Isak Dinesen writes with casual skill to create worlds in which humanity thrives, and she fills Seven Gothic Tales with civilized entertainment.  

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Forget about Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Dracula is a scary book, really…

by Bram Stoker

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Book review: John Eliot: The Man Who Loved The Indians

Book review: John Eliot: The Man Who Loved The Indians

…a conversational biography…

 

 

Book review:

John Eliot:

The Man Who Loved The Indians

 

by Carleton Beals

New York: Julian Messner, Inc., 1957

192 pages

 

This is an entertaining biography of the Puritan minister who was known during his lifetime (1604-1690) as the “Apostle to the Indians.” Rev. John Eliot was the colonial leader who was most influential in cooperating with Indian leaders to establish the “Praying Indian” towns in the Massachusetts Bay Colony.

Beals creates a fictionalized biography of convenient length. The narrative is filled with dialogue that is relevant to the story, but is, of course, completely inauthentic in the sense that there is only a fragmentary record of Eliot’s conversations with his fellow colonials and with American Indians. This isn’t a big deal. However, Beals’ conversational tone is not to my taste for serious biographical treatments.

John Eliot: The Man Who Loved The Indians is based on substantial research and offers a bibliography of 46 sources, including many that are well respected and well known to historians and students of the colonial period. There is a useful index.

Beals offers an appealing, if one-sided, complement to serious investigation of cultural and political dynamics in 17th century New England.

Caveat: Beals, without apology, writes his story within the European context. To be sure, Waban and the other Indians are characters in the story.

Beals doesn’t spend a lot of time on the brutality of their demise.

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Book review: The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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