“I am the highway and a peregrine…”

“I am the highway and a peregrine…”

wanderer…

 

“I am the highway

and a peregrine

and all the sails that ever went to sea.”

 

Prodigious words by Robert Kincaid, in The Bridges of Madison County (by Robert Waller, 1995, p. 153)

Francesca Johnson confessed that she was “overwhelmed by his sheer emotional and physical power,” and those words were his response.

 

A peregrine is a falcon, of course, and it also means foreigner, alien, rover, wanderer, migrant, stranger…

…but love is not a stranger in The Bridges of Madison County.

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Book review: The Scarlet Letter

the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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“The beginning is always today.” (quote, Mary Shelley)

“The beginning is always today.” (quote, Mary Shelley)

“The beginning is always today.”

 

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1797-1851)

 

Today started when you woke up. Think about beginnings.

 

Thanks to my trusted advisor for this one.

Shelley wrote Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818), and by the way, if you’ve only watched the movie, you don’t know the Frankenstein story. Read the book.

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Amusing Ourselves to Death (book review)

Amusing Ourselves to Death (book review)

television is entertainment at its worst

 

 

Book review: 

Amusing Ourselves to Death:

Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business

 

by Neil Postman (1931-2003)

New York: Elisabeth Sifton Books/Viking, 1985

184 pages

 

This is a rare treasure—a can’t-put-it-down kind of book.

I wish I’d read it 40 years ago.

Amusing Ourselves to Death is a 184-page drumbeat of insight and reality about the devastating impact of television on our culture and our prospects of living the good life.

Postman, a media theorist and cultural critic, says television “is a medium which presents information in a form that renders it simplistic, nonsubstantive, nonhistorical and noncontextual; that is to say, information packaged as entertainment.” (p. 141)

He wrote the book before the internet got really started, and before the enhanced horrors of social media like Facebook and Twitter and TikTok.

He continued to write about the failures of our educational enterprises and the negative impacts of technology on our culture.

Don’t let Amusing Ourselves to Death be the only Postman book you read in the near future.

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Friends: Understanding the Power of our Most Important Relationships (book review)

Friends: Understanding the Power of our Most Important Relationships (book review)

you don’t have many close friends…

 

 

Book review:

Friends: Understanding the Power

   of our Most Important Relationships

 

by Robin Dunbar

London: Little, Brown, 2021

424 pages

 

This is a great book.

Robin Dunbar fans will recognize his deeply informed, very readable prose, and his comfortable and spectacular familiarity with quite a number of well-researched points of view.

Friends will confirm what you already know, on some level: friends and close family members are essential in your personal and social life, and you don’t have very many of them.

Typically, a person has five close friends/family members with whom she can share anything and everything, as often as possible. These five intimates are part of the circle of about 15 “best friends” who are nurtured and enjoyed in the greater part of the time you spend socializing, that is, being with and being in contact with other people.

Impersonal contact via social media is not a substitute for actually spending time with your friends. (By the way, nobody has 897 “friends” on Faceboook or SnapChat—if you think you do, try calling them and getting them to meet you for coffee or anything else to drink.)

Staying in touch with friends is especially important for old-timers. You can literally live longer if you maintain some active friendships.

The basic thing about friendship is trust: you know the other person well enough to understand how he thinks, and you trust him to act accordingly, and you know you can ask him for help if you need it.

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Book review:

Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

sincere, but off the mark…

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The Scarlet Letter, victim of Hollywood

The Scarlet Letter, victim of Hollywood

the movies ignore the real story…

 

 

Movie review:

The Scarlet Letter

 

by Nathaniel Hawthorne  (1804-1864)

Published 1850

 

I watched three films based on Nathaniel Hawthorne’s iconic story, The Scarlet Letter. My small sample (there are at least nine movies based on the story) confirms that Hollywood really can’t stand the story as Hawthorne wrote it.

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In 1934 Colleen Moore played Hester Prynne and Hardie Albright played Rev. Arthur Dimmesdale in the tale about Puritan condemnation of adultery and children born out of wedlock. Hester is sentenced to wear an embroidered scarlet letter “A” on her bosom, and Dimmesdale endlessly rationalizes his decision to conceal his role as the mysterious father of little Pearl. The movie reflects the production limitations and typical dramatic direction in the 1930s—there’s a lot of staring into the camera, and crowded action scenes.

Meg Foster played Hester and John Heard played Dimmesdale in the 1979 TV miniseries about The Scarlet Letter. There are recognizable scenes from the book. The script is nondescript. It’s a ponderous distillation of Hawthorne’s words.

The 1996 version with Demi Moore as Hester and Gary Oldman as Dimmesdale apparently is the latest in the unsatisfying series of film versions of The Scarlet Letter. It is an almost lurid mal-adaptation of the book. The hot scenes featuring Hester and Dimmesdale attracted to each other are a complete invention—Hawthorne eschews any explicit reference or description of physical intimacy between his principal characters. Demi and Gary get it on, but it ain’t Hawthorne.

In all three films, the role of little Pearl is deliberately underplayed. The child is a principal factor in the story—her feelings, her joie de vivre, her contemplations, her maturation are fully explored in the book, and ignored in the movies.

The mental and emotional quagmires that are explored and endured by Hester and Dimmesdale are generally ignored in the movies. None of the movies uses the ending that fulfills the book.

In short, in my mind, if you want to claim that you are familiar with the themes, plot, and denouement of The Scarlet Letter, you have to read the book.

All of the movies are scandalously thin and false charades of the powerful drama of Hawthorne’s story that was published very successfully in 1850.

If you think you remember reading it a long time ago, try it again.

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They really  didn’t care much

        about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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The Witches: Salem, 1692 (book review)

The Witches: Salem, 1692 (book review)

toil and trouble….and craziness

 

 

Book review:

The Witches: Salem, 1692

 

by Stacy Schiff  (b1961)

Little, Brown and Company, New York, 2015

498 pages

 

It may be that Stacy Schiff has neglected to include some fact or sentiment about the Salem witch trials, but I can’t imagine what it might be. The Witches is an expansive compendium of the whos and whats and whys and wherefores of this compelling—yet essentially impenetrable—story about a community gone crazy.

Maybe you had to be there to understand it.

It’s too easy to suggest that the McCarthy Communism hunting in 1954 is a modern analogy, but it won’t work. The whole dreadful McCarthy thing was a political football, approaching a sideshow even though it attracted the nominal attention of the nation and destroyed many lives.

The Salem witch trials (and the witch hunting that went on in neighboring towns) consumed the waking hours of all the townsfolk, who were deeply convinced that witches exist and that they were in league with satanic forces.

For my taste, Schiff tells too much of the story. I would have been content with a less detailed account. There is repetition that is dispensable.

For my taste, she struck a good balance between telling the story as it happened, and inviting the reader to suspect that the teenage girls were fooling all along, and that too many accusers had a personal reason to “get” the accused, and that too many religious and civic leaders who struggled unsuccessfully with their religious faith and the opposing impulses of their arguably decent selves had quickly figured out that the witch craze was a very nasty game.

You don’t need to read the whole book to figure out that there was some very destructive bogus stuff going on in the Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1692.

You don’t need to read the whole book to be convinced that some folks aren’t continuously motivated by a decent streak of good will and a desire to support communal well-being.

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