by Richard Subber | Apr 26, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Language
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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by Richard Subber | Apr 15, 2025 | Books, Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry
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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by Richard Subber | Apr 10, 2025 | Language, Poetry, Tidbits
poetry can be rain…
“One evening in the maize-field…to amuse myself,
I spoke to the field laborers, who were mostly quite young,
in Swaheli [sic] verse. There was no sense in the verse,
it was made for the sake of rhyme…
They were quick to understand that the meaning of poetry
is of no consequence,
and they did not question the thesis of the verse,
but waited eagerly for the rhyme, and laughed at it when it came….
As they had become used to the idea of poetry, they begged:
‘Speak again. Speak like rain.’ ”
quote from Out of Africa, pp. 285-286
Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen) (1885-1962)
New York: The Modern Library, 1937, 1992
399 pages
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by Richard Subber | Mar 29, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Books Commentary, Joys of reading, Language, Poetry
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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by Richard Subber | Mar 4, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Human Nature, Language
humanity surging…
Book review:
Winesburg, Ohio
by Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941)
Simon & Brown, 1919, 2012
208 pages
The reader of Winesburg, Ohio (1919) is tempted to think of Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology (1915), but the reader should resist the temptation.
There is very little of society in Spoon River, and so much of society in each of Anderson’s short stories. The humanity surges in these stories, and they touch so many memories of being with other people and making life happen.
At the end of each story—“Nobody knows,” “The untold lie,” and the list goes on—the reader wonders:
is there more?
is there more to know?
is there more truth?
It’s easy to put this book down, and it’s easier to pick it up again.
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Book review: The Proud Tower
…a lot more than a history book…
by Barbara Tuchman
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by Richard Subber | Mar 1, 2025 | Books, Language, My poetry, Poetry
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.
a tasting
…the second look is the keeper.
The clouds are shifting shapes,
moving quickly
across the new morning sky,
the smudge and fold of flannel,
becoming flan,
nudging the smear
of cream sauce,
filling the sky
with hasty pudding
and the like,
making a menu
that lasts mere moments…
January 4, 2025
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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days
by R. F. Delderfield
A beloved teacher,
you know this story…
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