Victory…Joseph Conrad is good…book review

Victory…Joseph Conrad is good…book review

these characters are yearning, yearning…

 

 

Book review:

Victory

 

by Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)

New York: Doubleday, Doran & Company, Inc., 1928

412 pages

 

It may be that it is enough to say about Victory that it is lush prose that wraps around your mind and leaves you sated at the end of every chapter.

Conrad’s style, I dare to say, is not for every modern taste. It is dialogue-rich. The action is spare. For me, the essential appeal of Victory is the reflective context of the characters’ state of mind: their imaginations, their aspirations, their candid self-assessments.

In Victory, there is enough honesty, enough resignation, enough disappointment, enough yearning to make you feel like you want to claim that your life is good.

At least, good enough.

*   *   *   *   *   *

Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

*   *   *   *   *   *

“a breath of poetry…”…from Silas Marner

“a breath of poetry…”…from Silas Marner

all kinds of love…

 

 

“Perfect love has a breath of poetry…”

 

from Silas Marner

by “George Eliot” (Mary Ann Evans, 1819-1880)

Boston: Ginn and Company, 1898

p. 185

 

Indeed, it is an apple breath…

*   *   *   *   *   *

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

A poem about the right thing

…and the lesser incarnation…

“Vanity”

click here

Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

*   *   *   *   *   *

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.

*   *   *   *   *   *

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

*   *   *   *   *   *

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.

*   *   *   *   *   *

Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: American Colonies

So many and so much

    came before the Pilgrims

by Alan Taylor

click here

My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

*   *   *   *   *   *

“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…

*   *   *   *   *   *

My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

How does a poem end?

Finis,” my thoughts (my poem)

click here

Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

*   *   *   *   *   *

“Speak like rain.” Isak Dinesen’s story

“Speak like rain.” Isak Dinesen’s story

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

*   *   *   *   *   *

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

*   *   *   *   *   *

Pin It on Pinterest