Tuesday, February 6, 2018

the generation of leaves

As is the generation of leaves, so to of men:
At one time the wind shakes the leaves to the ground
but then the flourishing woods
Gives birth, and the season of spring comes
into existence;
So it is with the generations of men, which
alternately come forth and pass away.
– Homer, The Illiad, Book Six

https://www.artofmanliness.com/2012/07/12/the-generations-of-men-how-the-cycles-of-history-have-shaped-your-values-your-place-in-the-world-and-your-idea-of-manhood/

As Vladimir Lenin wrote, “In some decades, nothing happens; in some weeks, decades happen.” Get ready for the creative destruction of public institutions, something every society periodically requires to clear out what is obsolete, ossified and dysfunctional — and to tilt the playing field of wealth and power away from the old and back to the young. Forests need periodic fires; rivers need periodic floods. Societies, too. That’s the price we must pay for a new golden age.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/08/us/politics/bannon-fourth-turning.html 
James Truslow Adams (wrote) of an ‘American Dream’ to refer to this civic faith in linear advancement. Time, they suggested, was the natural ally of each successive generation. Thus arose the dogma of an American exceptionalism, the belief that this nation and its people had somehow broken loose from any risk of cyclical regress …. Yet the great weakness of linear time is that it obliterates time’s recurrence and thus cuts people off from the eternal — whether in nature, in each other, or in ourselves.

Conform, or Else

In a Fourth Turning, the nation’s core will matter more than its diversity. Team, brand, and standard will be new catchwords. Anyone and anything not describable in those terms could be shunted aside — or worse. Do not isolate yourself from community affairs …. If you don’t want to be misjudged, don’t act in a way that might provoke Crisis-era authority to deem you guilty. If you belong to a racial or ethnic minority, brace for a nativist backlash from an assertive (and possibly authoritarian) majority.


Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens (1836) Ill. Gordon Ross

A friend of mine said he started it and just put it down; I'm not that easily discouraged.

However... it is not an easy go; it takes a lot of twists and starts all over the place but eventually settles down.

As a series publication turned into a book it has that sort of feel.

Superb insights into politics; Absolutely describes horrid partisan politics tha could have been written yesterday!

Its a story of some well to do's and their mis-adventures in travels

I have this perfect condition 1938 Heritage pressing



Great inspirations:
‘You think so now,’ said Mr. Weller, with the gravity of age, ‘but you’ll find that as you get vider, you’ll get viser. Vidth and visdom, Sammy, alvays grows together.’

And too:
It is the fate of a lonely old man, that those about him should form new and different attachments and leave him. I have no right to expect that it should be otherwise with me. 



Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Anne Boleyn by Evelyn Anthony (1957)

Amazing; a superb book, a captivating read.

Evelyn is an outstanding writer and I can't wait to read another of her writings.
We don't know just how good looking Anne was but Evelyn one a hot number!

So the King becomes more and more full of himself and is spirited on by Anne in his Supremacy quest.
Unwittingly she is finished off by the very omnipotence she promoted

He seems to unload all of his friends from an early age and so ends up quite alone.

If the Church of England was invented for no other reason than to facilitate a divorce its no wonder there was so much hatred, even till today.

We often feed upon our own success and VIII was no exception, after the painful "nice" exile of wife 1, wife 2 was handled in a much more expeditious manner.

Wow this is why we don't have Kings




Friday, September 15, 2017

Winter's Tales by Baroness Karen von Blixen (Isak Dinesen) (1942)

Again some short stories they don't always allow the reader full depth.
But I do love the Baroness' style; there are times when a whole paragraph it made of 5 word sentences; so compact, precise, and efficient.
Nice 1st ed
1942

Our girl was a very smart / educated person; her understanding of human nature and far more interesting the nature of the wealthy and the privileged classes is amazing. Her portal into the mind of the High born and of the bigot born is excellent.

However the tales are mostly sad.



Thursday, August 17, 2017

Typhoon, Amy Foster, Falk: A Reminiscence, and Tomorrow, by Joseph Conrad (1902)

So I picked up this very nice 1932 copy of Conrad stories at the local antiques store up here in Beulah, a good condition Doubleday.

I think the most interesting story of the bunch is definitely Falk,

These are all classic Conrad and I was itching for more so I am glad to have found it. Conrad at his best "going dark"

Typhoon is the Action story of the four.
In a day and age where you had to "know the signs" it was a judgment call.

Amy Foster is a story of race and prejudice (oddly relevant)
Picture yourself in the position of the main character; an awful position to be in

Falk is about past deeds, acceptance, self interests, and love.
Picture yourself in the position of the main character; an awful position to be in

Tomorrow is about longing for what is gone and self delusion
This old geezer has no idea why "the boy" don't come home

Sunday, August 6, 2017

The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder (1927)

I asked myself; what happened between 1915 and 1920 to cause writing to change, and people to change soo much? Oh yes, the 1st World War. THAT War set the stage for where we are to this day.

And so again I learn that I don't like the works that were developed after that shameful time.

I was drawn to this 1st edition copy by the illustrations and the name.




I read it as a filler between longer books. It is a sad book. It has several revelations regarding human nature that are painful, but mostly it is a sad story.

Receiving huge critical acclaim in its day, the world was ready for this and other authors, in some ways it is a terrible book. I don't need sadness anymore.

I see the baggage that we carry with us regarding the people we are closest to. This baggage can make us keep them at arms length or further. This baggage is made up of the bad experiences and is only tempered by the good ones, otherwise they would not be baggage and the relationship would not be tainted.

So when your brother drinks himself to death, a brother who was once your best friend in the world but had become a massive piece of baggage to the point of wishing he were dead you are left with which parts to remember.

This book requires a second reading, I don't think I will get to it.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The Mysterious Rider by Zane Grey (1921) Illustrated by Hoffman

A great summer read, I like this kind of thing because the summer is so free compared to the winter shut-in and Grey takes us out into a wide wild world, full of flowers, lightness and darkness.
Much more compact than "The Riders" a lot less ominous, still very dramatic.

Love, hate, family, outlaws,  and redemption; pretty standard Zane fair, its high reader rating is, I think very well earned.

Very intriguing, with only a couple pages of that over preachy / sappy stuff, otherwise one of those books I could not wait to get back to.

A rough condition 1st edition copy from an estate sale for $1.

The Hoffman illustrations are great but have little chiaroscuro. (I enhanced them in PS for you)

I did some repairs to the binding so it should be good for another 96 years.

My favorite character is (of course) Ben; wilder and dumber in his younger days he has come around to helping others with what little relevant knowledge he has to offer.

Set in his ways, still (as always) willing to say what others don't want to hear, Ben attempts to make up for some long past mistakes.

Grey paints an' paints vistas of the west, this story takes place in some very specific Colorado locations, so for those who know the area it must be an especially fine experience.

Ben tries to make friends with the ungrateful punk-ass son:
""Young fellar, you need to be talked to, so if you've got any sense at
all it'll get a wedge in your brain," went on Wade. "I'm a stranger
here. But I happen to be a man who sees through things, an' I see how
your dad handles you wrong. You don't know who I am an' you don't care.
But if you'll listen you'll learn what might help you.... No boy can
answer to all his wild impulses without ruinin' himself. It's not
natural. There are other people--people who have wills an' desires, same
as you have. You've got to live with people. Here's your dad an' Miss
Columbine, an' the cowboys, an' me, an' all the ranchers, so down to
Kremmlin' an' other places. These are the people you've got to live
with. You can't go on as you've begun, without ruinin' yourself an' your
dad an' the--the girl.... It's never too late to begin to be better. I
know that. But it gets too late, sometimes, to save the happiness of
others. Now I see where you're headin' as clear as if I had pictures of
the future."

 Love the "Western speak" heavy throughout the book.

Probably a dozen or more passages like this where Grey describes the world apart from and indifferent to the comings and goings of man.

"Spring came early that year at White Slides Ranch. The snow melted off
the valleys, and the wild flowers peeped from the greening grass while
yet the mountain domes were white. The long stone slides were glistening
wet, and the brooks ran full-banked, noisy and turbulent and roily.

Soft and fresh of color the gray old sage slopes came out from under
their winter mantle; the bleached tufts of grass waved in the wind and
showed tiny blades of green at the roots; the aspens and oaks, and the
vines on fences and cliffs, and the round-clumped, brook-bordering
willows took on a hue of spring.

The mustangs and colts in the pastures snorted and ran and kicked and
cavorted; and on the hillsides the cows began to climb higher, searching
for the tender greens, bawling for the new-born calves. Eagles shrieked
the release of the snow-bound peaks, and the elks bugled their piercing
calls. The grouse-cocks spread their gorgeous brown plumage in parade
before their twittering mates, and the jays screeched in the woods, and
the sage-hens sailed along the bosom of the gray slopes.

Black bears, and browns, and grizzlies came out of their winter's sleep,
and left huge, muddy tracks on the trails; the timber wolves at dusk
mourned their hungry calls for life, for meat, for the wildness that was
passing; the coyotes yelped at sunset, joyous and sharp and impudent.

But winter yielded reluctantly its hold on the mountains. The black,
scudding clouds, and the squalls of rain and sleet and snow, whitening
and melting and vanishing, and the cold, clear nights, with crackling
frost, all retarded the work of the warming sun. The day came, however,
when the greens held their own with the grays; and this was the
assurance of nature that spring could not be denied, and that summer
would follow."