Been waiting to stop by the library soon to pick up some DVDs and The Crossing when I felt the urge to read Jung after starting Phantom India and specifically to give give this a third attempt [not that I didn’t like it the other two times, just suddenly stopped.]
Pick up The Crossing, you’ll tear through it.
Just finished Four Major Plays of Chikamatsu, loved it, especially The Uprooted Pine and The Battles of Coxinga
^The Crossing is probably my favorite McCarthy novel, for what it’s worth, with Parham being my favorite character (The end of the Border Trilogy, Cities of the Plain, is probably my least favorite.)
I think I am going to take another shot at Buechner’s Godric.
Lover: Oh, I definitely will, just been waiting for all my holds to arrive [assuming they haven’t yet.]
J&K: I’ve never heard of the novel or the author, but for some reason that cover intrigues me….
after starting Phantom India
I really need to see some Malle films. I think the only one I have watched of his is Elevator to the Gallows.
Godric was nominated for the Putlizer Prize the same year as Confederacy of the Dunces in 1981, and it is certainly the less readable of the two. Beuchner was (or is?) a Presbyterian Minister, and Godric, like his other novels, is very much concerned with man’s relationship to God—amongst other things—but he’s not dogmatic or preachy, he’s a great writer first and foremost (I would put him in the same class of “christian” authors as Annie Dillard, Marilynne Robinson, Walker Percy, etc.). Godric is about a Catholic Saint in medieval times and is written in a supposed medieval style:
Five friends I had, and two of them snakes. Tune and Fairweather they were, thick round as a man’s arm, my bedmates and playfellows, keepers of my skimped hearth and hermit’s heart till in a grim pet I bade them go that day and nevermore to come again, nevermore to hiss their snakelove when they saw me dragging near or coil themselves for warmth about my shaggy legs. They went. They never came again.
Some of it reminds me of Robert Browning’s poetry:
Gr-r-r-there go, my heart’s abhorrence!
Water your damned flower-pots, do!
If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,
God’s blood, would not mine kill you!
What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?
Oh, that rose has prior claims—
Needs its leaden vase filled brimming?
Hell dry you up with its flames!
Did you ever get around to reading Browning? I just got his collected works in the Kindle and a lot of his stuff seems pretty slight—but I think his good stuff is some of the greatest. He was really doing something completely different than his contemporaries were.
J&K: I’d highly recommend seeing Phantom India, what I loved about the series was that it simply wasn’t trying to ‘explain’ India but that it was an engagement between it and Malle’s own reflections [in that he wanted to open himself up to the experience, while conscious of his limitations as a foreigner.]
That little bit of Godric makes it sound even more fascinating, reminds me that I need to get into more medieval literature at some point. Unfortunately I never got around to Browning, though oddly enough I was just briefly thinking about him recently. When you say slight, in what manner do you mean?
Reading this right now:
When you say slight, in what manner do you mean?
I just mean that once you get past the really good stuff, some of his work seems relatively unimportant.
Speaking of Browning, I have been meaning to read The Ring and the Book, his novel length poem composed of dramatic monologues. The poems describe a murder trial in Rome, 1698 from various perspectives. Apparently no one reads it anymore, but it sounds interesting. Browning can be hard to read at times because he references esoteric, historical figures, words, and events that I know nothing about (nor did contemporary audiences, for that matter). Also, a lot of his poems are monologues of sorts (I think these are his best poems too, as in better than his poems which are not monologues), told from a particular person in a particular time speaking with a particular cadence about particular things and is usually devoid of exposition—and me, being of little patience, usually want to know what’s going on in the first line or so… but once I get past those first lines, it’s usually worth it.
Ah, gotcha. I was thinking that was probably what you meant. As long as they’re still interesting, and assuming Browning would be my cup of tea, I’d probably still find them interesting. “Apparently no one reads it anymore” is probably an understatement (Haha,) and I definitely have never heard of it but it sounds fascinating. After looking it up, I love how he was inspired to write it after coming across and buying the source documents from an Italian flea market.
Patience is usually my biggest issue, well that and committment.
I am reading the other side of Hollywood. The history of pronograghy.
last issued from the library: august 1993
the pygmalion effect: from ovid to hitchcock
Gonna see the film when I finish.