Books read recently by J. Zimmerman
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'the decay of intricate formal patterns has nothing to do with the advent of vers libre.
It had set in long before.'
'there is only good verse, bad verse, and chaos' 'it is possible that excessive devotion to rhyme has thickened the modern ear' There is: 'no reason why, within the single line, there should be any repetition, why there should not be lines (as there surely are) divisible only into feet of different type' Burton Raffel's (1984) How to Read a Poem, p. 247, quoting TSE without citations. |
{ September : ku-gatsu (see also books on learning Japanese) 2015 }
This is more than a marvelous post-mortem collection: it is astounding. It completely brings Tilly Shaw back, both in the poems that I had already seen in their infancy and in poems that I had not even glimpsed before. In four sections:
After his mother wanders into Alzheimer's he spends long hours drawing in the sand. . . . As he labors in the sand, he moves along absorbed, drawing with his whole body, discovering he has more of everything to give — knowing it will soon be taken. |
Excellent overview of problems (headache, insomnia, loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting, dehydration, coughing, chest congestion, irregular breathing, lassitude, ataxia (loss of coordination), peripheral edema, and cerebral edema), ways to prevent them, and treat them. For acute mountain sickness, the only sensible course is of course "descend, descend, descend".
A major prevention of Mountain Sickness is the graded ascent: "Start below 3,000 meters [10,000 feet] and walk up"; "Once above 3,000 meters, limit your net [daily] gain in ... sleep altitude to 300 meters [1,000 feet]"; "Every three days while still ascending ... sleeping at the same altitude for two consecutive nights". Other advice includes drinking lots of fluids, avoiding overexertion, and eating a high-carbohydrate (70 to 80%) diet.
A word to the wise: if I avoid oils (including nuts), I minimize my "mountain sickness throwing up" as I reach 10,000 — maybe it could help you! (Too much information, I can hear you mutter.)
Excellent detective-thriller set in Scotland's Outer Hebrides, mainly the Isle of Lewis. The characters are more subtle and interesting than in the just-read A Spool of Blue Thread. The rocky and storm-swept scenery of the Outer Hebrides is passionately invoked, and is one of my favorite aspects of May's writing. He is also good at interleaving people's actions (feeding babies, walking in a storm, pouring drinks, etc) and their conversation at hand. The plot, sadly, uses two coincidences that would have been better replaced with something more plausible. But the book is a successful page-turner, good to read while waiting for a lunar eclipse to break through the storm clouds outside the window.
Quite a struggle to get through and could only skim this book, which means well but is a bit preachy about the good heart and devotions of the working man and the good heart and determined manipulations of the working man's wife. Fans of the book might find me mean-spirited in not caring about any of the characters, but their mixture of likable and dislikable qualities makes me feel glad to get away from the four-generations of this family — then again, the escape-from-family motif appears so often in this book that perhaps Tyler sympathizes with the desire to escape many of the characters.
Startlingly, on the short list for The 2015 Booker Prizes.
The text-proper opens with:
This short book offers a theory of poetry by way of a description of poetic influence, or the
story of intra-poetic relationships.
One aim of this theory is corrective: to de-idealize our accepted account of how one poet
helps to form another. Another aim, also corrective, is to try to provide a poetics
that will foster a more adequate practical criticism.
Poetic history, in this book's argument, is held to be indistinguishable from poetic influence, since strong poets make that history by misreading one another, so as to clear imaginative space for themselves. [p.5] |
Includes some interesting chapter titles:
Bloom raises his "take no prisoners" flag throughout the book, but p. xxiii suffices:
Any adequate reader of this book, which means anyone of some literary sensibility who is not a commissar or and ideologue, Left or Right, will see that the influence-anxiety does not so much concern the forerunner but rather is an anxiety achieved in and by the story, novel, play, poem, or essay. ... the strong poem is the achieved anxiety. ... What writers['] ... works are compelled to manifest, are the consequence of poetic misprision, rather than the cause of it. The strong misreading comes first; there must be a profound act of reading that is a kind of falling in love with a literary work. That reading is likely to by idiosyncratic, and it is almost certain to be ambivalent. |
Bloom is a fan of the sport in which he competes: "Agon or the contest for aesthetic supremacy ... [,] very overt in ancient Greek literature, but this has been a difference of degree rather than of kind between different cultures" [p.xxiv], as he is a fan of the general-purpose ad hominem such as: "heaping up extraneous contexts [for Shakespeare] has served mostly to enhance the resentments of the already resentful" [p.xxv].
Contents of
The Trustee's Legal Companion.
Also see:
Contents of
Make your own Living Trust.
Its blurb includes:
Kazuo Ishiguro's first novel in a decade tells a luminous story about the act of forgetting and the power of memory, a resonant tale of love, vengeance, and war. |
Superficially it's a post-Roman historical-fiction/fantasy story — like Tolkein but better written. More deeply it's about how we forget about wars and conflicts and troubles, in order to carry on more peacefully; but how some of those memories just can't stay buried.
One of the best books read in 2015.
Somber plot; weak characters; multiple earths.
Clive Barnett has written that the theme is:
We are what we are. Our choices have been made in the past and we have to live with them. |
Barnett has also written:
Walter attempts to win back Victor's friendship. . . . The production must withhold judgment ... each [man] has merely provided what the other has known but dared not face. |
Initially interesting: new words and fond revisiting of Britishisms (Briticisms) used by grandmother's grandmother, it's a book that's more enjoyable in small rather than large doses.
summer moon the hula-hoop spinning way off-kilter |
news of a young star fleeing from our Milky Way — taking Shivasana |
Copyright © 2007-2015 Alison Woolpert |
{ August : hachi-gatsu (see also books on learning Japanese) 2015 }
(8.30.2015)
A collection of loony yet remarkable poems.
Others by Kent Haruf:
Pater (1839-1894) embraced the "theme of individual identity, truthful perception in an ever-changing world" [p. x of Uglow's Introduction]. Pater says that the first question to be asked (such as on reading a poem or a novel) is: "What effect does this literature really produce on me?" [p. xvii]. Uglow concludes:
Pater's criticism, which seeks the blended impression, harmony rather than definition,
does not provide us with authoritative judgments, but with suggestive, personal interpretation.
It is his relative approach, his awareness of a work in relation to personality and to
social and historical context, his deep concern for humanistic and cultural values, and above all
the integrity of his approach which explains the influence he has exerted at the time and on
the critics who succeeded him.
[p. xxiv] |
This adaptation of the Pierre Corneille comedy [in turn based on La Verdad Sospechosa by Juan Ruíz de Alarcón] (set in 1643 Paris) is written in iambic pentameter rhyming couplets (mostly), often used to humorous effect. The liar is Dorante, whose deceptions and exaggerations eventually win his [latest?] heart's desire.
More interesting (and certainly funnier) than his Venus in Fur (also 2011).
The poems are good but Housden's essays about them focus on himself too much. Not as interesting as his Ten Poems to Set You Free (2003).
Contents of
Make your own Living Trust.
Also see:
Contents of
The Trustee's Legal Companion.
Coyly of his generation: "Use a conjunction, or as Kissingerians used to say, employ linkage". Fond of litotes "understatement for effect". Likes pointing out [p.82] that his "old boss" was Richard Nixon and quotes Nixon's use of the ("I winced") dangling participial phrase, e.g., "Speaking as an old friend, there has been . . .".
Clearer and less nasty than June Casagrande's Grammar snobs are great big meanies. Not quite as lightweight.
An oldie but Goodie: in the last 24 years, more and more families are realizing that greater care of the Earth is essential. Their first item is:
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A mystery story. Rachel commutes to London and back each weekday, passing the house of her ex-husband Tom and his replacement wife Anna, as well as the house of a couple (the wife turns out to be named Megan) that Rachel fantasizes to have a happy marriage. Much turns out to be not what you expect, with definitely different points of view from each of the three women. Maybe a couple of coincidences that I could have done without, but otherwise pretty perfect.
One of the best books read in 2015.
A summary of WWI with more than 220 photographs from the times. The only peculiar note is Taylor's tendency to label the illustrations with joke captions, e.g. p.28: "Sir John French, commander of the B.E.F., in training for the retreat from Mons" is the caption for a photograph of John French apparently in front of a civilian crowd, walking briskly to the left (backward?).
Terrific stories but by p. 13 we are into some severe rock climbing and my palms are sweating so much from fear that it is hard to continue this fascinating text!
Lightweight "because I say so" sprinkled with ad hominems. Don't bother – or feel free to abandon after a trio of samples.
A beautiful book that teases apart the multiple parallel stories in the great painting by Peter Breugel. In 2011, Lech Majewski released his film of the same name and based on Gibson's book. Totally glorious.
One of the best books read in 2015.
A two-character play exploring what it is to act – and of course sex.
Exercises for timed writings (say 3 or 10 or 20 minutes) on a particular topic include:
Begin with 'I remember' and keep going. Ditto with 'I don't remember' 'I can think of' 'I want' 'I am' 'I feel' [p.10] |
Write about sleep patterns, sleepless nights, sleeping in the day; how two brothers sleep together, two lovers; sleeping outside; beds you've slept in, sleeping on trips, in foreign countries; no sleep [p.72] |
Take a discipline you know well, maybe running, . . . Try that first and then launch into timed writings. The other skill might be able to warm you up for writing as long as it is about concentration. Concentration does not mean squeezing your brain tight, but rather relaxing it and bypassing the editor. [p. 101] |
[And for procrastinators:]
There is a difference between procrastination and waiting.
Procrastination is pushing aside or putting off writing.
It is thinking the moment is tomorrow.
[cras from Latin = tomorrow] . . . Don't procrastinate. Write it now. Waiting is something full-bodied. Perhaps waiting isn't even a good word for it. Pregnant is better. . . . Procrastination is a cutting off. It diminishes you. Waiting is when you are already in the work and you are feeding it and being fed by it. Then you can trust the waiting. [p.211] |
Includes "Caelica", a sequence of 109 short poems, 41 of which are sonnets; the non-theatrical (or closet) play "Mustapha", and extracts from his "Life of [Sir Philip] Sidney".
A rather clever trilogy of plays telling the same story in three different locations of a house:
Ayckbourn's to date:
A somewhat overwrought and rather long series of goulish murders, in a serial-killer novel of coincidence and errors. Grimly psychopathic.
{ July : shichi-gatsu (see also books on learning Japanese) 2015 }
See notes on Quiet.
Quiet is one of the best books read in 2015.
People more impressed with the book than I was awarded it the 2013 Pulitzer Prize for fiction. How sad if the award were given to some extent because this dystopian fiction might be mistaken for truth. And how much harder to perceive the truth, given this fiction.
Regarding its propaganda sections, as the New York Times' Christopher R. Beha writes: "in the context of a novel that seeks to portray a country's suffering, they're unconvincing."
Barbara Demick, a journalist who has reported extensively on North Korea, has written: "I fear that some readers might have a hard time figuring out where fact leaves off and fiction begins. People are inclined to believe whatever outrage they read about North Korea, but bad as it is, I've not heard of political prisoners being lobotomised with nails inserted over the eyeball or with electrical charges."
Amazing photos of the May 18, 1980, volcanic explosion of Mount St. Helens and the beginning of its recovery.
Another intriguing collection.
Includes a haiku by moi.
This repeats many of the exercises (particularly the daily writing practice and the Artist's Date) of her earlier book The Artist's Way. But it comes with baggage in that (1) half of the text is about the needy life of Ms. Julia and (2) there are so many references to God that it feels unhappily evangelical.
Thankfully it has many marginal quotations such as:
Every form of addiction is bad,
no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.
Carl Jung.
[p.127] |
and:
Two things make a story.
The net and the air that falls through the net.
Pablo Neruda.
[p.154] |
New Year's Eve
Happy here in the midst of my squalor, glad, papers stacked to every side, even floor, had to step over piles coming in, worse when I leave and need to switch the desk light off, stepping over imaginary actual clutter in the dark, careful. Happy though. I'll take care of the accumulation when I can. No New Year's Resolution for me, thanks. I'm just seeing the piles back to size first, shrinking them in my mind and heart. They won't be anything when I finally get around to them. Tonight I know what winning feels like -- the lie of the self, its beneficent geography. Priscilla (Tilly) W. Shaw |
Seidensticker (1921-2007) was a scholar and translator of The Tale of Genji (1976) and other Japanese literature, including work of Yasunari Kawabata (following which, Kawabata won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1968).
He was the master of the unfinished — not of the unfinished oeuvre,
but of the experience of the unfinished. If all painting is concerned with a dialogue about presence and
absence, Picasso's art, at its most profound, situates itself on the threshold between the two,
at the doorway of coming-into-existence, of the just begun, of the unfinished.
[p.xviii]
Picasso was born in Malaga in 1881. . . . middle-class family . . .
In 1900, when he was nineteen years old, Picasso left Spain for the first time in his life
and spent a few months in Paris. In 1904 he settled in Paris permanently.
. . . His deepest needs have not been met in France.
He has remained solitary.
Spaniards are proverbially proud of the way they can swear.
They admire the ingenuity of their oaths, and they know that swearing can be an attribute,
even a proof, of dignity.
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The Writers' Project (beginning in 1935 and ending 1941) was part of the New Deal; it left 1200 books and pamphlets (p. xii of Weisberger's Introduction).
While the writings show essentially up-beat material, the mid-book series of historical photographs show how hard most people's lives were, despite their usual cheerfulness in scenes that range from the cars and strolling people in 'Main Street on a Saturday night in Indiana' to an actual 'Turkey Trot in Cuero, Texas', from a 'Farmer in Kansas' to 'A corn palace in Sioux City, Iowa', and from 'A tortilla maker [with a cigarette dangling from her lips over her work] in Olvera Street in Los Angeles, California' to three men in climbing harness walking up the nose of 'Washington's profile on Mount Rushmore in South Dakota'. All the adults shown are working except for one photo: 'Unemployed workers awaiting government distribution of surplus commodities in Ohio'.
Hemingway describes in memoir his selective experiences of 1921-1926 in Paris where he moved from journalism (though retained much of his instincts for that style) and wrote fiction. He is gossipy and critical about many, especially Gertrude Stein, Ford Madox Ford, Wyndham Lewis, and Scott Fitzgerald. Hemingway devotes most of a chapter plus various paragraphs to positive impressions of Ezra Pound, who:
was always a good friend and he was always doing things for people.
. . . He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as
judgment.
. . . His own writing, when he would hit it right, was so perfect,
and he was so sincere in his mistakes and so enamored of his errors,
and so kind to people that I thought him as a sort of saint.
He was also irascible but so perhaps have been many saints.
[pp.113-114]
[Also Pound] worried about everyone and in the time when I knew him he was most worried
about T.S. Eliot who, Ezra told me, had to work in a bank in London and so had insufficient
time and bad hours to function as a poet.
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the enduring themes of the Cantos, whether Pound is describing the nature of money, good government,
or poetry itself. The struggle, as Pound perceived it, is toward particulars accurately perceived, toward an
understanding of the actual, unclouded by vague generalities or the souped-up rhetoric of a stale
language. . . .
But this interest in what is bright and tangible — the words freed from "emotional slither"
— was also a way of avoiding what lay beneath the surface. In Pound's case, this would undoubtedly
include the mass of disturbed emotions which he never learned adequately to understand or to control.
His own abandoned self was continually haunting him, pushing him from pose to pose until it becomes unclear
where the mask ends and the man begins.
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Set in the eastern plains of Colorado, two pairs of brothers, unrelated and two generations apart, are the constant return in this tale of small-town meanness and generosity. The younger brothers are abandoned by their mother, leaving them in their father's care. They speak very little and communicate non-verbally, as do the older pair of brothers. Despite harsh experiences, both pairs of brothers are strong and at root kind, especially in their behavior toward women outside of their generations, one of whom is a pregnant schoolgirland another is an elderly woman moving into death. Of the three main mothers in this story, two abandon their children and the third is educating her son to be mean.
The same lurking small-community meanness as erupts in Haruf's 2009 Benediction makes this also a serious read.
One of the gravest difficulties encountered at the outset of the attempt to think effectively consists
in the difficulty of recognizing what we know as distinguished from what we do not know but merely
take for granted. Further, it is not always easy to distinguish between what we may reasonably
believe and what we ought to hold as doubtful and in need of confirmation.
. . . Often, however, we hold a belief much more strongly than the evidence known to us warrants;
again, we sometimes refuse to entertain an opinion for which there is considerable
evidence.
[p. 34] |
In her chapter on how our words can be "Slipping Away From the Point", while Stebbing refers the reader to books on logic for complete information, she specifies several of the common errors of logic:
the fallacy of the Consequent
. . . it is fallacious to conclude, from the affirmation that the consequent is true,
that the antecedent can likewise be asserted to be true . . .
If P, then Q, Q, Therefore, P . . . It should also be clear that from the denial of the antecedent
it does not follow that the consequent can be denied. That is, the form:
The fallacy of special pleading . . . of arguing from a specially qualified case to a conclusion that ignores the qualification. . . . We should fall into a fallacy, that may be regarded as the converse of the above, if we were to argue from an unqualified statement to a statement about a special case.
. . . My failure to apply a general rule to my own case may be due to my failure to see that I am not
justified in regarding my own case as 'privileged': I may honestly believe that there is something
'special in my case', even when there is not.
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In her chapter on how words can be "Taking Advantage of Our Stupidity", Stebbing examines "some very common forms of crooked arguments" that include:
deliberately using ambiguous words, or letting . . . meaning shift as the argument
progresses, or in constructing a circular argument,
. . . or an argument involving the fallacy of undistributed middle [in which "Some A is B"
is claimed to prove "All A is B"].
[p. 189-190] Diversion from the point of contention . . . [sometimes] under the guise of a contemptuous joke.
[And in an analysis of a sample speech] potted thinking . . . begging of the question
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[T]he enduring themes of the Cantos, whether Pound is describing the nature of money, good government,
or poetry itself. The struggle, as Pound perceived it, is toward particulars accurately perceived, toward an
understanding of the actual, unclouded by vague generalities or the souped-up rhetoric of a stale
language. . . .
But this interest in what is bright and tangible — the words freed from "emotional slither"
— was also a way of avoiding what lay beneath the surface. In Pound's case, this would undoubtedly
include the mass of disturbed emotions which he never learned adequately to understand or to control.
His own abandoned self was continually haunting him, pushing him from pose to pose until it becomes unclear
where the mask ends and the man begins.
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Given how Pound communicated primarily by lecturing would-be conversation partners, his 1961 entry into silence in his last decade (he died 1972, age 87) seems a suitable response as he slowed down:
The condition has been described as one of schizophrenic depression . . .;
it has been seen merely as a symptom of his utter despondency;
it has even been described as another gesture, a masquerade, the final camouflage behind which
he could remain inviolable. Whatever its origins, it was sustained by Pound to the end, with little interruption.
. . .
He was also expressing more and more severe reservations about the nature of his work;
to the critic, Michael Alexander, he said,
"I have lots of fragments.
I can't make much sense of them, and I don't suppose anyone else will,"
[p.105] |
Clearer and easier to follow than Hugh Kenner's Ezra-channeling 600-page The Pound Era (1973), the latter having confusion of referents, untranslated foreign phrases, and leaps that all seem to echo much of Pound's Canto style: if you know the context ahead of time, all is rather more comprehensible.
The main players in The Pound Era are:
born within a six-year span:
Joyce and Lewis, 1882;
Williams, 1993;
Pound, 1885;
Eliot, 1888.
(And Picasso, for that matter, 1881,
and Stravinsky, 1882.)
And how remote those dates seem!
The lanes of London were still scavenged by municipal goats. . . .
Browning and Ruskin were active.
Wagner was but two years dead, Jesse James but three.
[p.551] |
Kenner's vocabulary can lead you to read with dictionary at hand (or to take much on faith), a typical sentence being "Incursions from the illimitable sepsis 'outside' distressed a blank-face microbiophobe."
Back Cover includes: "The most widely used and respected book on writing fiction, Writing Fiction guides the writer from first inspiration to final revision. Supported by an abundance exercises, this guide/anthology explores and integrates the elements of fiction while offering practical techniques and concrete examples." and: "Topics include free-writing to revision, plot, style, characterization, dialogue, atmosphere, imagery, and point of view."
A serial murderer suicides, leaving a copycat murderer uncamouflaged. The plot is a little suspect but it's a good summer read. Dalgliesh plays a rather background role but his unobtrusive questioning filters out some of the red herrings.
P.D. James' books read include:
Its chapter "Studying Shakespeare" is particularly helpful in pointing out some of the bad guesses made by Alexander Pope in his 1723 five volumes of Shakespeare's plays, particularly as identified by his contemporary, the scholar Lewis Theobald in his 1726 Shakespeare Restored, criticising Pope's editorial errors, e.g. [p.92] Pope's misinterpretation of a line as a stage direction for "A Table of Greefield's" (some property supplier of Pope's invention) which Theobald more plausibly interprets as " a' [that is, he] babbled of green fields".
Shakespeare was merely "very good" by the standards of his own age and
the age that followed.
He became "great" only later.
. . . By the standards of 1650, Shakespeare really did deserve his B-plus, and not much more. But as he worked his way into millions of minds around the world in the centuries after his death, he somehow managed to revise those standards. He turned "unschooled" from an insult into a compliment and "rule-bound" from a compliment into an insult. He was there at the beginning of the modern idea of genius, when "neoclassical" ideas about propriety and decorum gave way to "Romantic" ideas about individual expression and unbounded passion. . . .
The biggest testimony to Shakespeare's greatness may be that he changed what it meant to be great.
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The author seems very personable/cute. However she includes some scary power plays in her book, particularly her kleptomania as a child, when she made unilateral decisions to take away objects that other family members did not need any more and to deny knowledge when challenged. Thankfully she recommends now that people discard only their own possessions, not those of others.
Perhaps this is a great way to professionalize and capitalize upon some well-place Obsessive Compulsion.
She mentions "The Art of Discarding ", Nagisa Tatsumi's book, which she found inspiring at the start of her career.
Includes one haiku by J. Zimmerman
Charles Trumbull's 22-page essay addresses "Haiku Diction: the Use of Words in Haiku".
Brilliantly acted and directed.
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