Archive for June, 2009

Novel geekery

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

WHAT makes us read novels? What kind of view of the world, vision or philosophy, can they offer which we might not find elsewhere? What knowledge, pleasure, insights or experience do we get from them? In a 1976 essay entitled “Sur la lecture”, Barthes distinguished three types, or modes, of reading. The first was what he called the “desiring” mode in which there is an almost fetishistic pleasure in the words themselves. The second is the mode of “suspense”, where we are carried forward by the narrative to the point where we can almost forget the actual words of the text as we unravel the story. And the third is the “productive” mode, wher eour relationship with the text is active, initiating in us the desire to write. To these three modes one might add the mode of enquiry. We read novels to find out about people, societies, ideas, places. Engels wrote in 1888 that he had learned more from Balzac than from all the professional historians, economists and statisticians put together.

Poetry may fulfil our desire to relate to the word. Drama and film may provide suspense. Historical or documentary writings and films operate in the mode of enquiry. Autobiography may encourage us to write for ourselves. But the novel touches on all of these at some time. It moves between the different modes, showing greater variety and flexibility than any other genre.

If history is, as Hegel argued, not just what happened but how it is told, the novels of the generation that came of age in 1789 lay claim to the history of the disruptions of their world through formal innovations in the making of narratives. That these texts must always be unveiled as only fictions and not as the true accounts of the selves that made them does not lessen their capacity to testify to the tragedies that racked a generation. If it is possible to call these texts the first “modern” novels, then it is less because they champion a changing world, than because they mourn so poignantly the one in which their authors, readers and characters held tight to the trauma of memory, making sense of history as a story told about loss.

Balzac, Stendhal, Flaubert & Zola: novels that move between the dramatic, the tragic and comic without being dominated by the popular equivalent of these modes: melodrama, sentimentality and farce or brittle wit. As well as having comedy, they have irony, a quality often lacking in popular minor works. They are able to combine the illusion of reality with imaginative boldness, and their language is more inventive and structures more skilful.

19th C novelists were shaped by 18th C ideas. Stendhal, for eg, was already 17 by the turn of the century and had done most of his formative theoretical reading in the 18th C philosophies. Voltaire, Diderot, Rousseau and Montesquieu had from varying angles undermined the assumption that social organisation was a God-given structure which could never be changed, and had stressed that cultural values were relative. Environment and circumstance, rather than immutable rules, shaped character, custom and laws. These ideas helped create a political atmosphere which made the French Revolution possible; the Revolution itself, and its aftermath, provided a startling demonstration that society could be changed. The poor and humble could assert their right to be elevated; history offered a lesson in mutability.

Hugo presents as caricatural a picture as he dares of almost all past European literature in the preface to his play Cromwell (1827) in order to assert that a new aesthetic, suited to modern times, must experiment with verse-form and must juxtapose the lowly, banal and grotesque with the lofty, dignified and beautiful; our conceptions of “beauty” will thereby change. He implies a political dimension to this: the de-hierarchising of aesthetic categories goes hand in hand with a de-hierachising of social attitudes.

A firmer stress on politics and the historical specificity of given circumstances (history in literature is no longer to be “generalised”, as in 17th C tragedy nor glamorised as in much of Walter Scott). Second, new choices of heroes (proletarians can become worthwhile and traic heroes, as in Le Rouge et le Noir, Les Miserables and Zola’s best novels), and a new use of banal consciousness through which to reflect the narrative (Flaubert). Third, a more serious and prolonged attention than hitherto to “humble” but revealing physical details — details which give important insights into the relationship between circumstance and individual.

The two most influential thinkers of modern times, Marx (1818–1883)and Freud (1856–1939), both stress the importance of understanding the past in order to change the present. Both were formed by the nineteenth C, the century of historicism. Just as we can see certain emphases of Marx’s foreshadowed in the political thought and even the literary practice of the early 19th C, so also Freud’s study of childhood did not spring from nothing. Childhood — the “history” of each individual — becomes increasingly important in European thought from the late 18th C onwards. in 1762 Rousseau published Emile, a work on the upbringing and education of children which not only had a deep impact on theories of child-rearing, but was to influence many novels of the 19th C.

Quite apart from wide questions of history and class, and the formative role of childhood, these novelists are also acutely interested in the power of immediate surroundings: thus Balzac will often imply or state that such-and-such a turn of events could not have taken place anywhere but: in the capital, or in a large provincial town, or in a village wehere everyone knows of everyone else’s movements. This interest in present circumstance also informs, say, Flaubert’s novels. We must not see Emma Bovary as too much a victim of her surroundings, to do so would be to miss the ironies surrounding her personality, yet one reading of the book is undoubtedly as a wickedly amusing account of the particular constrictions prevalent in 19th C provincial life.

The wide-ranging interest in physical detail is also what distinguishes the 19th C from the boldest experimental fiction of the 20th C: writers like Robbe-Grillet and Sarraute have distanced themselves from what they see as a comforting fictional world which allows us to “label” characters and their appearance. The sense of reality is created too by the extraordinarily well-concatenated plots.

Proust’s A la recherche du temps perdu (1913-27) is often thought of as the first truly modernist novel. But Proust, like his predecessors, endows the ordinary with significance; analyses class structure; highlights political crises; gives new value to prose; builds up and deflates dreams not only at the level of the “story” but in his very sentence-structure.

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The dynamic of constant self-renewal expresses the broader vitality of modernism at large, understood as a general etho informing a variety of artistic movements since the 1880s, all bent on expanding, and in some cases exploding, a sense of representation deemed to be unduly monopolised by codes inherited from the past. In the modern novel, as in the visual arts, the main codes under attack are those sustained by the orthodoxy of classical 19th C realism, with the attack itself often being justified in the name of a “higher” form of the basic mimetic urge, such as “psychological” realism, which prioritises the inner world of human subjectivity, or “phenomenological” realism, which tracks the outer world as physically experienced by a human subject. Modernism, then, is characterised by a strongly felt need to effect a break from the past, which in turn generates a search, often conducted in an experimental spirit, for new forms and modes of artistic expression. In the twentieth century, this modernist logic of rupture and renewal, central to the very concept of an “avant-garde”, provides the framework within which most theorising about the novel has taken place.

But a growing consensus now exists to the effect that, under the sway of post-industrial society, even this modernist framework hsa broken down, giving way to a different cultural condition, loosely described as “post-modern”, and a different aesthetic project, loosely described as “post-modernist”. This broad new cultural sensibility, part mood, part ethos, is marked by a loss of faith in the idea of underlying truths or overriding values. This sensibility breaks in particular with the modernist belief in progress, development, evolution. Abandoning the modernist contract with the future, postmodernism seeks rather to explore the possibilities of the present through a return to the past. Finally, more aware of the local and provisional nature of all intellectual endeavour, the postmodern sensibility encourages a new modesty within the humanities. Totalising theories are no longer considered tenable, and the perspective of the individual subject is correspondingly rehabilitated. As such, the postmodern sensibility reacts strongly against avant-gardism, shunning its doctrinaire arrogance as a discourse and its status as a future-oriented ideology.

Jean-Francois Lyotard: La Condition postmoderne (1979). French writers and critics have until quite recently regarded postmodernism as an essentially American, and therefore rather suspect, commodity. In the Anglo-American world, postmodernism as an area of study hsa gone from strength to strength: a phenomenon as yet without parallel in metropolitan France, where postmodernism has only recently been taken up as a serious issue in philosophy and the social sciences, while it has still barely emerged at all as a framework for literary studies.

In recent years the question of postmodernism has surfaced in retrospective assessments of the nouveau roman, the literary which, more than any other, advocated theory as the necessary counterpart of novelistic practice. The nouveau roman, represented primarily by the fiction of Michel Butor, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Nathalie Sarraute and Claude Simon, first came to prominence in the 1950s. They had a common desire to challenge the continuing hegemony of the classic “Balzacian” realism which, through its technical emphasis on plot and characterisation, they saw as drawing a falsely reassuring map of human experience. In rejecting a tradition which seemed to have survived the exemplary subversions of Proust, Kafka, Joyce and others, the nouveau roman met with the immediate approval of an influential young critic, Roland Barthes. Thus began an alliance which would develop through the 1960s into a prolonged exchange between practitioners and the critics steeped in structuralism, a cross-disciplinary intellectual movement which took meaning away from the doman of human agency and located it in relationships between entities, seen now as nodal points holding together a signifying system.

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I’m inputting books into librarything now, and am lingering over them, the copy of If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller I took with me to Florence and Siena, the poetry I got as gifts, the self-help books I got ostensibly for volunteer work but secretly devoured…the memories and places and growth and exploration and open roads and evenings closed. The dross and the gold, books that coil and circle and lick their paws, and that cool sly verb to write. Friends who are troubled in mind but clear-eyed and valiant, smarter than the tricks played on our hearts. Insight to battle love’s blindness, strength from the milk of human kindness, how souls knit together. Crystal balls and globes.

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La vérité vaut bien qu’on passe quelques années sans la trouver.

Germinal

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

“This is one of those books you write for yourself, as an act of conscience.”

- Zola, in a letter to Henry Ceard, June 14, 1884.

His proposed novels, he noted in a proposal for Les Rougon-Macquart towards the end of 1868, would have been impossible before 1789. In depicting the social upheaval he did not intend to gloss over the baser aspects of human behaviour, and he fully planned to depict the “moral monstrosities” thrown up by the turbulence of the contemporary world. While he conceded that there was a perceptible movement in the social and political life of contemporary France towards a fairer and more democratic society, he nevertheless stressed that “we are still beginners when it comes to improving our lot”: “men will be men, that is to say animals which are good or bad depending on the circumstances”. For Zola progress was less a matter of trying to change human nature than of knowing human nature and, slowly but surely, trying to make the world a better place on the basis of that knowledge. He thought that this move towards a freer and fairer society “would take a long time to come to fruition, even supposing that it ever could”. But what he really believed in was “the possibility of ongoing progress towards the truth”: “a better society can come only from knowing the truth”. And his own novels were intended to shed this light: “to tell the truth about humanity, to take the machine apart and show the hidden workings of heredity and the ways in which people are influenced by their surroundings. The law-makers and the moralists will then be free to draw whatever conclusions they wish from my work and to patch the wounds which I shall have revealed”.

Zola’s preoccupation with heredity began as a way of going one better than Balzac, his major rival as a chronicler of French society, who had focused exclusively on the ways in which human behaviour is determined by habitat. On the one hand — and this is perhaps his greatest claim to originality in the history of the French novel — he does wish to depict human beings as subject to nature and natural processes. On the other, he wants to take the natural process and lend it a symbolic value which powerfully demonstrates the “truth about humanity”.

The term “naturalist” was first used in the literary context by the Positivist philosopher and cultural historian Hippolyte Taine (1828-93), who applied it to Balzac as a term of praise for his quasi-scientific appraisal of the human animal kingdom. Zola adopted the term as a label for the newer and thoroughgoing brand of Realism which he — and as he saw it, the Impressionists — were evolving. Like Balzac he, too, wanted to enhance the prestige of the novel by ocnferring on it the intellectual status of scientific inquiry, and he borrowed Taine’s own Positivist categories of race, milieu, and moment as his blueprint for the Rougon-Macquart saga. The novelist infers the “truth about humanity” from his observations of the world about him and then creates a story which will demonstrate his conclusions in action.

As Etienne walks along the road from Marchiennes to Montsou at the beginning of the novel, he is not only destitute, he is also ignorant. The world of mining is a closed book to him, and the plain itself is a barren, windswept wasteland. His only hope is that sunrise may bring a modest rise in temperature. At the end, as he walks along the same road in the opposite direction, he has become knowledgeable, and he has a job to do. He is a man with a train to catch. The new dawn means progress. The world of mining — and the workers’ struggle for justice — has become an open book, and the plain is now a teeming, germinating, surface from beneath which the truth is just waiting to spring into view: “a whole world of people labouring unseen in this underground prison, so deep beneath the enormous mass of rock that you had to know they were there if you were to sense the great wave of misery rising from them”.

* Idea of civilisation as a process of intellectual and moral evolution.
* Insidious and corrosive power of “spin” or “media management”. How “capital” covers up the truth.
* Ability to confront, assess — and change — the reality of their situation.
* Slump of 1860s happening again in 1880s, miners still striking.
* Inhabitants of Village Two Hundred and Forty. Human fellowship as exists is the solidarity of “comrades”, of the men, women and teenage children who are obliged to live and work cheek by jowl, on an inadequate wage, a prey to illness and a miserable climate.

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To read:
Torey L. Hayden

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“Isn’t it strange what happens with old books? They choose you.They reach out to their buyer - Hello,here I am,take me with you.It’s as if they were alive.”

From ‘The Nautical Chart’ by Arture Perez-Reverte

“I often stand in the centre of the Library here and think despairingly how impossible it is ever to become possessed of all the wealth of facts and ideas contained in the books surrounding me on every hand. I pull out one volume from it’s place and feel as if I were no more than giving one dig with a pick in an enormous quarry. The Porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books,passing along between the shelves and yet never paying heed to the almost audible susurrus of desire- the desire every book has to be taken down and read,to live,to come into being in somebody’s mind. He even hands the volumes over the counter,seeks them out in their proper places or returns them there without once realising that a Book is a Person and not a Thing.”

From ‘The Journal of a Disappointed Man’ by W.N.P.Barbellion

OMG OMG OMG!!!!

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

I GOT the newest Byatt!!!!!! A beautiful edition, was browsing at Book Actually and couldn’t help but buy it!! Am so excited!!!!!!

Am also embarking on the grand scheme of cataloguing my books on a website, and I’m not even 1/10th through…

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Am 100 pages in and I’m in ecstasy. This is like literary drugging. I’ve not felt this *happy* to be thumbing through a virgin book for such a long time!! Can’t write anything coherent, but this is a perfect read for midsummer. OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!

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Over tea & dinner: stories of Eric Gill & David Kindersley, pouring lead down ants’ nests and putting firecrackers in them then seeing a pouff of ants, driving lessons, coastal routes in the UK, Robert Jordan, Gewurtztraminer, sulphur in wine, types of whiskey, surgery.

Dickinson notes

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

INTERESTING online course on social psychology. I’m a sucker for these “learning annex” webcasts, from TED to MIT…

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CC to E Dickinson

Dickinson’s most successful applications of sensational images occur where she directs such images inward, using them as metaphors for the recesses of the psyche. If popular novelists terrified readers with vividly described horrific settings, she took the new step of reminding readers that the scariest rooms lay within. “One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — ,” she writes. “The Brain has Corridors — surpassing/ Material place” (J 670). “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” (J 280).
- Reynolds, David, p. 178

Her real representativeness lies in her incomparable flexibility, her ability to be, by turns, coy, fierce, domestic, romantic, protofeminist, antifeminist, prudish and erotic. She asserted her creativity through ingenious metaphorical play and through brash imaginings of a gender-free literary reality…
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Dickinson’s most sophisticated poems are those in which she permits imagery from radically different cultural arenas to come together in an explosive metaphorical center…eg “Mine — by the Right of the White Election!” (J 528) In this poem, negative images reminiscent of sensational literature (”Scarlet prison”, “Bars”, “Veto”, “Grave’s Repeal”) are fused with affirmative, ecstatic religious imagery (”White Election”, “Vision”, “Confirmed”, “Delirious Charter!”). The lack of a clear referent for “Mine” points up the radical open-endedness of meaning that results from the creative fusion of opposing cultural elements. Dickinson had profited immensely from her earlier awareness of different progressive phenomena in popular culture: on the one hand, the sensational writings that had featured prisons, death, and blood; on the other hand, relaxed religious discourse, which suddenly became available for creative recombination with secular imagery. Dickinson grafts together the two kinds of imagery and retains the ultimacy of vision that had long governed her ponderings of large issues. Dickinson’s wholly original fusion of contrasting types of images in dense poetry truly distinguishes her. If, as many critics believe, “Mine” refers to the poetic gift, it may be said that Dickinson is fully justified for the boasting, assertive tone of this poem.

eg “Wild Nights — Wild Nights!” (J 249)
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Her excitement over press reports of tragedies, her attraction to the new religious style, and her interest in women’s writing all reveal a sensibility that was absorbing various kinds of popular images. Dickinson recognised the need for an artistic form that would serve to control and fuse these often contradictory elements. She appropriated the iambic rhythms and simple verse patterns of English hymnody, which had been famously utilised in the Isaac Watts hymns she knew from childhood, as controlling devices to lend structure and resonance to these disparate themes.
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To read

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

- Pierre-Jean Jouve, Paulina 1880
- Nathalie Sarraute, Childhood
- Catherine Cusset, Un brillant avenir
- The Princess Of Cleves

“Someone who had the same sensibility — no, that word was too vague, too romantic. Someone who had the same expectation of words, the same love of truth, if one could call “truth” the exact rendition of the movements of a human mind, which were so subtle and delicate that words could only give an approximate caricature of them.”

“For it was love. The proof was there, between her hands: the manuscript. He knew everything about her, the kind of knowledge only love could give.”

Just finished Catherine Cusset’s The Story Of Jane, which I adore.

The time-wasting of e-mails, Facebook, blogging etc: will be cutting down. Am buckling down to writing and 1. French 2. Cantonese 3. calligraphy 4. proper GRE studying.

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1800 Mme de Stael, De la litterature
1802 Birth of Hugo. Mme de Stael, Delphine
1804 Bonaparte crowned Emperor. Birth of George Sand
1807 Mme de Stael, Corinne
1814 Napoleon’s first abdication followed by First Restoration
1815 The 100 Days. Waterloo. Second Restoration.
1816 Constant, Adolphe
1817 Death of Mme de Stael
1820 Assassination of the duc de Berry
1821 Death in exile of Napoleon. Birth of Flaubert
1823 Mme de Duras, Ourika
1824 Death of Louis XVIII
1825 Coronation of Charles X
1830 July Revolution. Stendhal, Le Rouge eg le noir. Death of Constant. Relaxation of censorship laws.
1831 Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris. Balzac, La Peau de chagrin
1832 Cholera epidemic. Sand, Indiana. Death of Goethe and Walter Scott.
1833 Sand, Lelia
1835 Balzac, La Pere Goriot
1836 First stirrings of popular press
1837 Queen Victoria to British throne. Opening of the Paris-Saint Germain railway line
1839 Stendhal, La Chartreuse de Parme
1840 Birth of Zola
1842 Death of Stendhal
1844 Dumas pere, Les Trois Mousquetaires
1846 Balzac, La Cousine Bette
1848 Louis-Philippe flees after February Revolution. Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte elected President of the Republic. Marx and Engels, Communist Party Manifesto. Death of Chateaubriand.
1849 Sand, La Petite Fadette
1850 Death of Balzac
1851 Coup d’Etat. Louis-Napoleon becomes Emperor Napoleon III. Second Empire commences.
1856 Flaubert, Madame Bovary
1862 Hugo, Les Miserables
1863 Fromentin, Dominique. Start of publication of Littre’s Dictionnaire. Salon des Refuses.
1867 Marx, Das Kapital
1869 Opening of Suez Canal. Flaubert, L’Education sentimantale. Birth of Gide.
1870 Franco-Prussian War. Death of Dumas pere.
1871 Peace with Prussia. The Commune.
1872 Verne, Le Tour du monde en quatre-vingts jours
1873 Birth of Colette
1876 Death of Sand
1877 Zola, L’Assommoir.
1878 Exposition universelle in Paris
1879 La Marseillaise becomes national anthem
1880 Death of Flaubert
1881 Birth of Picasso
1883 Brunetiere, Le Roman naturaliste. Maupassant, Une vie
1884 Legislation of divorce in France. Huysmans, A rebours. Rachilde, Monsieur Venus
1885 Zola, Germinal. Death of Hugo
1886 Statue of Liberty
1889 Eiffel Tower completed for the Exposition universelle
1894 Condemnation of Dreyfus
1895 First film projection by the Lumiere brothers
1898 Zola, J’accuse
1900 International Socialist Congress in Paris. Opening of first metro line. Colette, Claudine a l’ecole. Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams (trans into French 1926)
1902 Gide, L’Immoraliste. Death of Zola
1903 First airborne flight by the Wright brothers. First Prix Goncourt awarded to Force ennemie by J.-A. Nau.
1905 Birth of Sartre
1909 Bleriot: first flight across the Channel
1911 Marie Curie wins Nobel for Chemistry
1912 The Titanic sinks
1913 Einstein, Theory of Relativity. Alain-Fournier, Le Grand-Meaulnes. Martin du Gard, Jean Barois. Proust, Du cote de chez Swann.
1914 Start of WWI. Gide, Les Caves du Vatican.
1915 Absinthe made illegal. Romain Rolland wins Nobel for Literature
1916 Saussure, Cours de linguistic generale. Barbusse, Le Feu (Goncourt winner)
1917 Freud, Introduction To Psychoanalysis
1918 Armistice signed on Nov 11
1919 Treaty of Versailles. Proust, A l’ombre des jeanes filles en fleur (Goncourt winner)
1920 Colette, Cheri
1921 Nobel Prize for Literature to Anatole France. Start of regular radio broadcasts from Eiffel Tower.
1922 Martin du Gard, first volume of Les Thibault (final volume 1940). James Joyce, Ulysses.
1924 Breton, Manifeste du surrealisme
1925 Hitler, Mein Kampf
1926 Gide, Les Faux-Monnayeurs
1927 First speaking films: Greta Garbo plays Anna Karenina. Mauriac, Therese Desqueyroux. Proust, Le Temps retrouve
1929 Wall St Crash. Colette, Sido. Saint-Exupery, Courrier Sud
1930 Simenon, Pietr le Letton (first Maigret)
1931 Nizan, Aden, Arabie. St-Exupery, Vol de nuit.
1932 First television images broadcast in Paris. Celine, Voyage au bout de la nuit. Mauriac, Le Noeud de viperes. Romains, first volume of Les Hommes de bonne volonte (final volume 1947)
1933 Malraux, La Condition humaine. Mauriac, Le Romancier et ses personnages
1934 Jean Renoir, film of Madame Bovary
1937 Exposition universelle in Paris. Spanish Civil War. Martin du Gard wins Literature Nobel
1938 Nizan, La Conspiration. Sartre, La Nausee.
1939 Declaration of War on Germany by Britain and France (Sept 3)
1942 Camus, L’Etranger, Le Mythe de Sisyphe
1943 Saint-Exupery, Le Petit Prince
1944 Genet, Notre-Dame-des-Fleurs
1945 Defeat of Germany. Death of Hitler, Mussolini, Roosevelt. First atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Sartre, first volume of Les Chemins de la liberte
1946 Beginning of Indochina War. First Cannes Film Festival.
1947 Gide wins Nobel literature prize. Beckette, Murphy. Camus, La Peste.
1949 Simone de Beauvoir, Le Deuxieme Sexe
1950 Start of Korean War. Duras, Un barrage contre le Pacifique. Nationwide television broadcasting begins in France.
1951 Gracq, Le Rivage des Syrtes (refuses to accept Prix Goncourt). Death of Gide.
1952 Mauriac wins Nobel Prize for Literature
1953 Barthes, Le Degre zero de l’ecriture
1954 Algerian War begins
1955 Chraibi, Les Boucs
1956 Butor, L’Emploi du temps. Camus, La Chute. Sarraute, L’Ere du soupcon.
1957 Founding of Common Market. Camus wins Nobel for literature. Butor, La Modification. Robbe-Grillet, La Jalousie
1958 Beginning of Fifth Republic. Duras, Moderato Cantabile.
1959 Queneau, Zazie dans le metro. Sarraute, Le Planetarium.
1960 Camus killed in car accident
1961 Construction of Berlin Wall. Yuri Gagarin first man in space.
1963 Assassination of Kennedy. Robbe-Grillet, Pour un nouveau roman
1964 Satre refuses Nobel prize for literature
1968 Student insurrection and general strike in France. Assassination of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy. The Prague Spring. Modiano, La Place de l’etoile.
1969 De Gaulle resigns. Beckett wins Nobel Prize for literature
1970 Cixous, Le Troisieme Corps. Anne Hebert, Kamouraska. Tournier, Le Roi des Aulnes (winner of Prix Goncourt)
1973 End of Vietnam War. Yourcenar, Souvenirs pieux
1975 Emile Ajar (Romain Gary), La Vie devant soi (winner of Prix Goncourt)
1978 Modiano, Rue des boutiques obscures. Perec, La Vie mode d’emploi.
1979 Antonine Maillet. Pelagie-la-Charrette (first Canadian to win Prix Goncourt)
1980 Death of Roland Barthes and Jean-Paul Sartre
1981 Francois Mitterrand elected President (re-elected 1988)
1984 Duras, L’Amant (winner of Prix Goncourt)
1985 Nobel Prize for Literature goes to Claude Simon. Destruction of Berlin Wall.
1992 Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman. Passage through French parliament of Jacques Toubon’s projet de loi relatif a la langue francaise.
1995 Jacques Chirac elected President. Andrei Makine, Le Testament francais (first novel to win both Goncourt and Medicis)
1996 Death of Mitterrand.

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Prix Goncourt
Grand Prix du Roman de l’Academie Francaise
Prix Femina
Prix Renaudot
Prix Interallie
Prix Medicis

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From Reader’s Block:

Monet, visiting London:
This brown thing? This is your Turner?

Mallarme learned English specifically to read Poe.

None of John Milton’s daughters was given an education, though two of the three were taught to read to him in his blindness.
In languages of which they did not understand one word.

Salvador Dali’s perception of Jackson Pollock. Fish soup.

In his mid-thirties, T.S. Eliot ws known to wear pale green face powder. One of the Sitwells said it was to make him look as if he were suffering.

Byron was nine when he was introduced to sex by his nurse, one May Gray.

Ingenious nonsense, Isaac Newton dismissed poetry as.

Tolstoy and Gandhi corresponded.

Thomas Hobbes was born prematurely when his mother became hysterical at the approach of the Spanish Armada.

At thirty-nine, Cezanne had a mistress and an infant son he was forced to keep hidden from his banker father.
Who was still sending him an allowance.

Botticelli, who never married, once dreamed he had.
And walked the streets of Florence until dawn, to keep from dreaming it again.

Because we were young and drunk and twenty, and could never die.

All of Plato came down from antiquity in less maimed form than any other writings, an undeniable sign of the esteem in which it was held.
Nonetheless when Aquinas and other medieval thinkers referred to *the* philosopher, with no additional identification, it was universally understood that Aristotle was meant.

Primo Levi committed suicide by throwing himself down a stairwell.

Mary Shelley was nineteen when she finished Frankenstein.

John Stuart Mill was Bertrand Russell’s godfather.
James Russell Lowell was Virginia Woolf’s.

Balzac wrote eighty-five novels in twenty years.
And made uncountable revisions in the proof sheets of each.

Except for Aquinas and the Bible, Descartes almost never read a word. He called the classics a waste of time.

Finnegans Wake, sans apostrophe. Finnegans ergo a plural noun, Wake a verb.

Auden married Thomas Mann’s daughter Erika, whom he had never until then met, so that she could evade the Nazis through British citizenship.

Baudelaire spent two hours a day getting dressed.

Edna St. Vincent Millay died at the first light of morning after having sat up all night reading a new translation of the Aeneid.

Mahatma Gandhi: I see no virtue in being uninformed.

Housman published a volume entitled Last Poems in 1922.
And lived until 1936.

Kant was only five feet tall. Wagner was very little taller.

“Tout, au monde, existe pour aboutir à un livre.”

As a writer, he chews more than he bites off.
Said Whistler of Henry James.

Keats wrote the four great odes in one month.
Taking details for the urn from a painting by Claude Lorrain.

The Lover, which Reader little more than skimmed. Yet tones, images of light and shadow, loss. Abstractly lingering.

Tennyson said that scissors was the one word in the English language he could not rhyme.

Kant knew no music. And said that reading novels diluted the mind.

Twenty-five hundred years of Western philosophy is but a series of footnotes to Plato, Whitehead said.

Is there such a word as grue if Nelson Goodman invented it to illustrate a philosophical point but it has no other application beyond that classroom context whatsoever?

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.

Mill was reading Plato at seven. In Greek.

When Queen Christina of Sweden hired Descartes as a personal philosophy tutor in 1649, she dispatched a warship under a full admiral to convey him to Stockholm.
But then demanded daily instruction at 5am in the Scandinavian winter. Descartes caught pneumonia and died.

Valery said he could never write a novel for one insurmountable reason. He would have to include sentences like The Marquise went out at five.

Two of Thomas Mann’s sons committed suicide.

As did two of Marx’s daughters.

In 1886, believing him dead, Verlaine published an edition of Rimbaud’s poems. Rimbaud was running guns and trading slaves in Abyssinia.

Hemingway: I just called to tell you I got that thing.
General Buck Lanham: That thing? What thing?
Hemingway: That Swedish thing, you know?

That Swedish thing. The Nobel Prize for Horses’ Backsides.

Right Views.
Right Intentions.
Right Speech.
Right Conduct.
Right Livelihood.
Right Effort.
Right Remembrance.
Right Contemplation.

Avicenna studied Aristotle’s Metaphysics so exhaustively and for so long that when he believed he finally fully understood it he handed out gifts to the poor in celebration.

Sir Richard Burton, of the Kama Sutra, spoke twenty-nine languages.

Melville and Whitman were born within two months of each other and died within six. And were in close proximity in or near New York through much of their lives.
Never meeting.

Fish and guests in three days are stale, says Lyly in Euphues.

Has Reader sometimes felt he has spent his entire life as if preparing for doctoral orals?

Ratched, black, mine strikes…

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

READING Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Zola’s Germinal (English translation here) — oh, for sunshine and puppies now. Time to watch more Will & Grace.

In xxx, where the shadows are

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

A: Over here, we just need three words to get by. “What?” “No.” “Cannot.”

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Over brunch

B’s partner tells a particularly bad joke.
C to B: Honey, blink twice if you’re being held against your will.

C: Oh yes, we’ve all the charm of a flesh-eating virus.

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C: Evil-dictators-or-other-occupation. If you kill them, you get thrown into jail. If you try to talk to them, you vomit.

On diving

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

A: We saw a turtle and I was trying to keep up with it…but I couldn’t and I’d to surface as I was getting tired.
B: Outpaced. By a turtle. Happy birthday.

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Ceretto 2007 Moscato D’Asti Santo Stefano: Parfait pour brunch — très rafraîchissant. Robe jaune pâle. Le nez est assez frais, caractéristique du cépage moscato, avec des traces nettes d’épices et notes de miel d’acacia. Finale assez persistante. Vraiment agréable!

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Oceanic scope, echoing waves, horizon-reaching vistas of the world…

Reading

1. Ishiguro’s An Artist Of The Floating World and its description of the miai between Noriko and Taro Saito, and of the “floating world” — the nighttime world of pleasure, entertainment and drink which formed the backdrop for the protagonist’s paintings, and talent gone to ruin (cf All Soul’s two beggars).

2. Alberto Manguel’s A Reading Diary.

Morel reminds me of certain characters (Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard or the faithful daughter in Merchant-Ivory’s Autobiography of a Princess) who spend their days watching the past come to life on a screen. The theme of the loved one recalled as a projected image appears for the first time, as far as I know, in an 1892 Jules Verne novel, The Carpathian Castle…In Verne’s version, the eccentric Baron Gortz brings back to life the beautiful opera singer Stilla, who has died in the middle of her farewell performance, and with whom the Baron has been long and obsessively in love. In the end, it is revealed that what the Baron has re-created is not her flesh and blood, but merely her image captured on a glass pane, and her voice in a recording.

(I now remember an earlier example: the shadows in Plato’s cave.)

Bioy Casares follows the precepts of the detective novel: hide nothing from the very beginning, reveal nothing until the last possible moment…

p. 10

Perhaps, in order for a book to attract us, it must establish between our experience and that of the fiction — between the two imaginations, ours and that on the page — a link of coincidences.

p. 14

Borges, when asked if he believed in God: “If the word God means a being that exists outside time, I’m not sure I believe in Him. But if it means something in us that is on the side of justice, then yes, I do believe that, in spite of all the crimes, there is a moral purpose to the world.

p. 32

We read what we want to read, not what the author wrote. In Don Quixote, I’m not particularly interested in the world of chivalry but in the ethics of the hero, and in the curious friendship with Sancho. In The Wind In The Willows, I care far less about Mr. Toad than about Rat, Mole and Badger. In Kim I am not in the least interested in the Great Game, all that infantile spy-story stuff, but I’m enthralled by Kim’s and the Lama’s respective quests and by the brilliance of the depiction of a world I don’t know.

Note: Literary travel is either a monologue or a dialogue, either the unravelling of one traveller’s route (Ulysses, Pilgrim, Justine, Candide, the Wandering Jew) or two characters in mutual progression (Don Quixote and Sancho, Huckleberry Finn and Jim, Brother and Sister in search of the Blue Bird, Kim and his Lama).

p. 41

Ana Becciu wrote this in Ronda de noche: “Love happens when we stroke a textured surface, when something is told with the hands or with the mouth. The mouth uses stories to stroke, causes scattered textures to appear, textures that can be read out loud. But almost no one knows how to read.”

Title for a doctoral thesis: “The Novel as Obstacle Course.”

The Lama believes that every obstacle in his way will be removed; Kim, that he himself is capable of either removing it or going around it. I read yesterday in Max Brod’s biography that Kafka disliked Balzac and had noted with disapproval the motto Balzac had engraved on his walking stick: “Je casse tout obstacle” (”I shatter every obstacle”). Kafka then added his own motto: “Every obstacle shatters me.”

- p. 43

This morning, outside the window of the train on my way home, a short, almost imperceptible snowstorm. In the Book of Common Prayer: “He giveth snow like wool.”…I make a mental list of descriptions of snow in books I’ve read and think that, since there are so many, they would not coincide with those of another reader.

- p. 74

I explore my library like someone returning to his native land after an absence of decades. Every time I leave on one of my book junkets, I have to chart its geography all over again, establish paths from shelf to shelf, remembering titles I have not thought about for weeks.

Like a man finding his bearings in a library, Holmes can trace his way through the labyrinth of London by reciting the names of the streets seen from a cab: “Wandsworth Road…Priory Road. Larkhall Lane. Stockwell Place. Robert Street. Coldharbour Lane.” And later, the districts through which he pursues his quarry: “Streatham, Brixton, Camberwell…Kennington Lane…The Oval…Bond Street and Miles Street…Knight’s Place.” A city reduced to the titles it contains.

- p. 81

In Turkish, the word muhabbet means both “conversation” and “love”. You say for both, “To do muhabbet”. I like the idea of conversation being a window into one’s heart or mind.

- p. 100

According to Alan Bennett, The Wind In The Willows is Mole’s bildungsroman. Mole is content as long as he isn’t adventurous. Contentment requires a certain lack of curiosity…Kenneth Grahame is masterly at describing comfort.

- p. 113

3. And also one of my favourite books of all time Howards End. Orgy! Of reading! I love!

Also watching Will and Grace, which I’d not seen before, as well as finishing the whole Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother with a friend who’s homebound…

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“Thus to see our place in society from the perspective of this [original] position is to see it sub specie aeternitatis: it is to regard the human situation not only from all social but from all temporal points of view. The perspective of eternity is not a perspective from a certain place beyond the world, nor the point of view of a transcendent being; rather it is a certain form of thought and feeling that rational persons can adopt within the world…Purity of heart, if one could attain it, would be to see clearly and to act with grace and self-command from this point of view”

- John Rawls, A Theory of Justice, Harvard University Press, 1971, p. 587.

“Life is monstrous, infinite, illogical, abrupt and poignant; a work of art, in comparison, is neat, finite, self-contained, rational, flowing and emasculate.”

- Stevenson, Memoirs and Portraits

“Our true birthplace is that in which we cast for the first time an intelligent eye on ourselves. My first homelands were my books.”

- Marguerite Yourcenar

Gorging books

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

READING Javier Marias’ All Souls, set in scholarly Oxford. Finished Eckhart Tolle’s The Power Of Now on N’s recommendation (love it! I’ve a weakness for self-helpish books), and One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest (depressing, suffocating, strong), together with The Secret Agent (grad school prep).

I’ve been in a frenzy as I can check out 16 books from the library this month (they “double your reading” during the school vacation months.

Most of our students manage to get jobs where the real money is, in finance or management, even if the only tihng they know about is Gongora and Cervantes. That’s the advantage of studying here, it’s assumed that after enduring our teaching methods and our continual handling of them, which admittedly lessens with the years, they’re fitted for any task, even if all they can do is scan sonnets and stammer out a few incoherent remarks about Calderon or Montaigne in an oral exam…Clare’s case is different since she’s perfectly capable of looking after herself in the real word and could easily have had a career as a diplomat like her father, who would gladly have helped her. I don’t know why she’s ended up here, really, since she isn’t exactly passionate about teaching…With most people, after a certain age you know or you can guess what they want or what their intentions are, what they’re really interested in or at least how they like to spend their time. With her I don’t really know, not for certain.

- All Souls, pp. 65-67

Clare is possessed of more self-knowledge, which is the kind of knowledge that makes people attractive, the kind that gives them their worth: the fact that they can shape their lives, plan and carry through their actions. The interesting thing is to act knowing that what one does or does not do has weight and meaning.

- 68

His study of the beggars in Oxford, who take advantage of the young and innocent hearts, while the deans have old, wily ones.

Also have Ishiguro’s An Artist Of The Floating World (delicate, quiet, 淡如水) with me. Life’s been a good balance of nerdiness at home and being out with interesting folk.

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Interesting talk over meals: Riemann hypothesis, way over my head. Hilbert’s problems, and the Millennium Prize Problems. Mathematical geniuses such as Perelman. The fostering of dogs, cats and babies. The mining industry in Australia.

Also the Fermi problems we’ve come across in interviews. I want to read this book Guesstimation.

The classic Fermi problem is: How many piano tuners are there in Chicago?

I *adore* geeky conversations!

On a friend’s cat

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

A: How did she get to be this big?
B: …I think she just ate a lot of food.

Happy food

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

Mother (in Chinese): Eating bananas will make you happy.
Me: Huh? Are you confusing it with smoking marijuana? Drinking alcohol?
Mother: No! Bananas make you happy. Healthily. *You* know how to check the Internet, *you* go check it out.

She’s vindicated

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Tried Shanlinxi oolong for the first time…mmm. It’s a varietal of Gao Shan Cha (high mountain tea), with the high elevation providing ideal conditions for oolong tea growing. The leaves make a smooth and slightly astringent brew. Compared to Dongding, Shanlixi is smoother and closer to green tea in taste.

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Folks, this is why I love the Internet. A good site to read Mengzi/Mencius and other texts!! I’m ecstatic.

Les Bienveillantes

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

READ Jonathan Littell’s The Kindly Ones all the way through in Borders. Now for my French to get up to par so I can read the original. The protagonist is one sick puppy.

“Is it worth the fuss ? That depends on your patience. The Kindly Ones, as it is now titled for English readers, is revolting, overlong and far from lucid. But it is also erudite, pitiless and mesmerising. (…) The marvel is that Littell packs so many furies into one book. He leaves no dead horse unbeaten, no atrocity undescribed, no depth of depravity unplumbed. Little wonder The Kindly Ones is so exasperating. Its scope is impossibly vast, its flaws inevitably visible. (…) A book that tries to ask the big questions. And fails magnificently.”

- Donald Morrison, Financial Times

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Also finished reading some poetry by Yves Bonnefoy, a protean French master. The figure of Ceres, the bereft mother seeking her lost daughter at every door, gathering up the broken parts and pieces, unnamable at first then eventually recognisable as new growth, the new year, new hope. The task of the poet as recovering of myth.

Les livres, ce qu’il déchira,
La page dévastée, mais la lumière
Sur la page, l’accroissement de la lumière,
Il comprit qu’il redevenait la page blanche.

Il sortit. La figure du monde, déchirée,
Lui parut d’une beauté autre, plus humaine.
La main du ciel cherchait sa main parmi les ombres,
La pierre, où vous voyez que son nom s’efface,
S’entrouvrait, se faisait une parole.

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A: My parents gave away my books when I was away! It’s terrible. It’s like giving away my underwear.

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Best classrooms are those where the teacher

- tunes in and responds to the needs of the student, letting them guide.
- creates an upbeat climate with conversation, laughter and excitement
- sees the students with warmth and positive regard
- has good classroom management, with clear and flexible expectations and confines

As with all relationships: Commit. Listen actively. Ask questions. Give answers. Keep growing intellectually. Include and give privacy. Exercise a sense of humour. Find humour: unexpected novelty and bright moments. Build a safe zone where people feel secure.

Tasting notes

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

Il Palio Sangiovese: Robe violacee translucide. Nez intense sur des notes de framboise et myrtille, mais aussi des notes amyliques, typiques de la maceration carbonique. Bouche ronde, souple, d’un bel equilibre, avec une finale douce assez persistante.

Terrazas Reserva Malbec 2007: Robe sombre violacee. Nez superbe d’intensite et de profondeur sur la liqueur de fruits noirs et les epices. Bouche dense, mure, aux tannins veloutes. Matiere intensement mure et fruitee et grand equilibre. Les tannins en finale demandent encore a se fondre, mais il leur reste beaucoup de temps pour cela.

Pile on the self-help stuff!

Thursday, June 4th, 2009

DRONE, drone…was writing to a friend who’s making some decisions, and here’s the auto-rant on objectivity:

1. Emotional commitment
2. Neediness
3. Fear
4. Defensiveness

1. We all feel love, friendship, contempt, etc for some people in our lives. These feelings tend to compromise our objectivity. Once you’re emotionally committed to a particular outcome, too, it’s hard to maintain your objectivity. The stronger the emotional commitment, the greater the tendency to behave irrationally. You can’t always avoid making decisions when you’re emotionally vulnerable, but if you’re aware of the pitfalls, you can sidestep many of them.

2. Don’t shop when you’re hungry. Whenever you find yourself reacting differently than you would if you had unlimited time, you’re acting out of neediness and won’t be reading people or the situation correctly. Can you find a temporary solution to begin with, and decide on a permanent one later?

3. Fear hampers objectivity, and it can develop into mental paralysis when a geat deal is riding on a decision. To help neutralise the fear and become more objective, I find it useful to make lists — for example, you’re stuck in a job and are trying to see if you should leave. Make a list of all the painful experiences you might have if you stay, and another of all the painful experiences you might suffer if you choose to leave. By making these lists, you start getting a grip on your fears. At least now you know what you’re afraid of. The best weapon against fear is knowledge (then action), and when you list your fears, you gain knowledge of yourself and your motivations. After you’ve gained that insight, you can go on to gather more objective information about the people who will ultimately influence your decision. By mentally listing the consequences you fear most about each choice, you help bring objectivity to the situation.

4. Defensiveness — nobody likes to be criticised or attacked. We often respond by shoring up our defences like a fort under siege. We quit listening and see red. We lose objectivity, and along with it, our good judgement. As hard as it is to keep our eyes and ears open under ordinary circumstances, it’s even more difficult when we’re under attack

Shaming, seduction etc

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

At lunch

A: Did you know that Chinese women can’t marry their uncles in Singapore but Indians can?
B: C, does this widen the pool for you?
C: Well I do have a niece. But she’s one.
A: 20 years to build a beautiful relationship.
C: But she cries whenever I go near her.
B: Don’t worry. She’s just playing hard to get.

A describes chocolate-scented stamps.
Speculation on chocolate-scented perfumes, vanilla as aphrodisiac (”That explains teenage pregnancy.” C should give his niece lots of vanilla ice-cream.), and of all things, durian-scented cologne…
B: Well, if you really dislike your date…”Kiss me….” Someone else mimes backing away and waving hands disgustedly in front of nose.

E: So the (Nationality X) pilots train in Perth as well, and my friend says they can’t really understand the air traffic controller as they don’t know English. So they kind of memorise how to land. One time the ATC said “Go right, go right” and the (Nationality X) pilot was “huh? ok i turn” while going left. Don’t take XXX Airline, except if you’re flying in Nation X where the ATCs speak Language X.

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At dinner

E: I had a friend whose wife threw out his 2,000 books when they broke up.
F: So she’s the Qin Shi Huang of the relationship.
Table collapses in collective laughter.

F (on Chinese astrology): I’m the dragon in the class. Most of the rest were snakes. I felt very superior: “Hey, I can fly while you crawl on the ground.”
E: You know, most of the dragons die in the stories. Snakes are the wily ones that survive.

F: There was a Jay Chou MTV with exploding bookshelves. The books flew about in the long juan feng (hurricane), which was also the title of the song. This started a trend of exploding bookshelves in MTVs….It represents the scattering of knowledge.

E: If I wanted to give a girl flowers but not roses what should I give her?
F: Carnations!

F cracks another terrible joke.
B: Activate the containment policy. Don’t make eye contact with him. G! Why are you staring at him? Don’t give him any attention!
G: I’m trying to shame him into shutting up.

G: Oh I forgot my iris! (goes back into the tea house)
H: Your friend has just been deflowered.
B looks disgusted.
H: Blame it on him! (points to F) It’s contagious!
B: She just deflowered herself.
F: Oh she’s coming back. She’s reflowered.

H: It’s odd how much behaviour is gender-coded.
F: Batting of eyelashes, flicking of hair, spitting on the floor…