“…hirpling with pain…” Beowulf got it right

“…hirpling with pain…” Beowulf got it right

the right words

 

“He is hasped

     and hooped

          and hirpling with pain…”

 

Beowulf describing the wounded dragon, Grendel

Beowulf, p. 65

Seamus Heaney, trans.

New York, W. W. Norton and Company, 2000

 

Beowulf, the Old English epic poem, was written more than a thousand years ago. No one knows who wrote  it.

He or she had a way with words.

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Book review: Cleopatra: A Life

…don’t even think

about Gordon Gekko…

by Stacy Schiff

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The African Queen, a love story…movie review

The African Queen, a love story…movie review

joie de vivre, the real McCoy…

 

 

Movie review:

 

The African Queen

 

The African Queen (1951, rated PG, 105 minutes) was an adventure film when adventure had more to do with intrepid characters and the right thing and joie de vivre than with car chases and bullets flying every which way.

Charlie Allnut (Humphrey Bogart won an Oscar for Best Actor) kindly offers to take Rose Sayer (Katharine Hepburn was nominated for Best Actress) on a boat ride—in his broken down scow (The African Queen) on an unforgiving river in German East Africa in 1914.

Rose, the unworldly widow of a missionary, learns to manhandle the tiller, pours all the gin overboard, and generally civilizes Charlie quite enough. That scrufty bon vivant teaches her about pluck, honor, and kicking the old boiler to keep the boat going.

They risk their lives for the war effort by sinking the German warship, and they decide to get married. Ain’t love grand?

Even if you saw the movie long ago, try it again.

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Play review: A Doll’s House

Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…

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“…lurching strides in softer sand…”…”Fleet beach,” my poem

“…lurching strides in softer sand…”…”Fleet beach,” my poem

working it out…

 

 

Fleet Beach

 

Flaunting, I walk upright in the wind,

the windward shoulder braced against…

it looks like nothing,

but it feels…

 

I will not stop, but damn!

   these lurching strides in softer sand,

I lean toward the firmer band

   halfway up this draining slope,

 

I am not a shuffler!

I say it.

This pace is good…

 

It’s good enough for now.

 

Fleet Beach

Chatham, Cape Cod, MA

June 5, 2000

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We Were Soldiers Once…and Young

…too much death (book review)

Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (ret.)

         and Joseph L. Galloway

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Thinking in Pictures: My Life with Autism (book review)

Thinking in Pictures: My Life with Autism (book review)

“…but not less”

 

 

Book review:

Thinking in Pictures: My Life with Autism

 

by Temple Grandin (b1947)

Foreword by Oliver Sacks

New York: Vintage Books, a Division of Random House, Inc., 1995, 2nd ed. 2006

270 pages

 

Thinking in Pictures is a calmly important book.

Probably you don’t know much about autism. Temple Grandin knows a lot, and she can teach you about the people who live lives that are different from yours. Really.

“Different, but not less.” That’s what her science teacher said about her.

She writes in a reserved tone, offering a grand sweep of what was known about autism in the mid 1990s and again in the mid 2000s. She talks about the high points and the low points of the rocky road of her life.

Temple Grandin talks with precocious understanding about animals. You’ll learn from this element as well.

I re-learned this very sobering truth: nearly everyone doesn’t experience the world the same way I do.

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The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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A deadly masquerade of amour…Les Liaisons Dangereuses

A deadly masquerade of amour…Les Liaisons Dangereuses

…death is an anticlimax…

 

 

Book review:

Les Liaisons Dangereuses

 

by Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos de Laclos

Originally published 1782

Translated as Dangerous Liaisons by Ernest Dowson, New York: Doubleday, 1998

Illustrations by Sylvain Sauvage

 

Les Liaisons Dangereuses is not a garden of delight.

This is a book about love, but the reader will find precious little of it in these pages.

An acquaintance dismissed this voluptuous tale, thus: “All they do is talk.”

Let’s begin there. The language is rich. I daresay that Laclos turns language into an erogenous zone in Les Liaisons Dangereuses.

If you aspire to a working understanding of good and evil, you could do worse than listen to the riveting chatter of the leading personae, who choose each word with careful, deliciously ribald, austerely cruel, and domineering intent. You really don’t want to be a friend, and you most assuredly don’t want to be an enemy.

Men, en garde! The Marquise de Merteuil impulsively thinks of cojones as table ornaments.

Ladies, away! The Vicomte de Valmont is a pirate lover, he sees women as prize ships ready for boarding.

One might wish to believe that the others are innocents: Cécile Volanges, Danceny, the Présidente de Tourvel. But, hold. Each of them seeks to play the game of love, but they are hardly able to distinguish winning from losing.

Yes, this is a boundless exposé of the worst elements—of human intrigue, self indulgence, hubris, vaunting egos, and careless poaching of souls—that masquerade as amour.

Yes, in a sense, the characters are stereotypes, but each is, remarkably, ingeniously, ingenuously, a masterpiece of the type. Laclos uses every pertinent word to make them real.

Yes, Les Liaisons is an ultimately degraded experience for both the characters and readers…ultimately, the reader must condemn the Marquise and the Vicomte for so many lives destroyed…death is an anticlimax in Liaisons Dangereuses.

The Marquise and the Vicomte are burdened with a moral framework that shuns the absolute—they have unimaginably unsatisfied desires, and no intellectual elaboration of right and wrong.

Yet, a gentle reader may offer these two a bare shred of pity.

The Marquise de Merteuil and the Vicomte de Valmont swirl through their lives, casually jousting with each other as they amuse themselves in controlling the fates of other men and women, but remaining unaware that they are not in control of their own fates.

 

Note for bibliophiles: Whether you read this in the original French, or in the lush translation by Ernest Dowson, accept the pain of experiencing a literary style that is no longer in vogue, prepare yourself for Laclos’ fabulous late 18th century style that discards a simple declarative sentence, readily, with apparent joy, whenever a sentence heavily laden with clauses, phrases, and modifiers will do just as well, heedless of the effect on a reader, whose inclination may be to appreciate the writhing drama of this story, with somewhat fewer words.
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Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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Chipmunk talk…

Chipmunk talk…

he stares at me, no fear…

 

 

Busy

 

The chippie halts on the second step.

I’ve seen him there, he will not stay,

his hole is close, he will not stray,

he skips across my little yard

   but not too far.

 

I want to ask him, just this once,

if he’d like to scout a cozy place

   he’s never seen,

he stares at me, no fear,

I’d like a little chat, I think,

I’d like to hear his thoughts,

but I can see

   he has no time to talk.

 

October 23, 2019

Inspired by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s “Following Mr. Berry’s Instructions,”

published October 23, 2019, on her website, A Hundred Falling Veils

 

“You have to be able to imagine lives that aren’t yours.”

Wendell Berry

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84, Charing Cross Road (book review)

Helene Hanff, on reading good books…

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