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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Review: The Tunnel

The Tunnel The Tunnel by Dorothy M. Richardson
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Richardson’s form seems to be newer than it perhaps is. In this fourth book of the second volume she seems unaware of the perfection of her method. I for one got hooked up to the Pilgrimage series after reading the first instalment of the first volume “Pointed roofs”

Miriam is an acute observer you could almost feel space described by her, be it a room, people at a dinner table, the forest etc. Characters are presented in the same vivid but fragmentary way in which they appeared to Miriam, the fragmentary way it happens in life.

Dorothy M. Richardson(D.M.R) has form carried to punctilious perfection. I mean there are so many themes explored in this single volume I could write a whole book about it. One thing this has done to my reading is that I have had to slow it down to get what D.M.R was getting to; or perhaps it was me getting to DMR's personality through Miriam

When we talk about Art, method and form one thing Dorothy still amazes me at is how she projected her life through Miriam so candidly. Miss Richardson produces her effect of being the first, of getting closer to reality than any of our novelists who are trying so desperately to get close.
Look at how characters have been forged through art, method and form through this discourse – “Miriam's mother, of her sister Harriett, of the Corries and Joey Banks in Honeycomb, of the Miss Pernes and Julia Doyle, and the North London schoolgirls, in Backwater of Fraulein Pfaff and Mademoiselle, of the Martins and Emma Bergmann and Ulrica and " the Australian" in Pointed, Roofs. The mere "word-painting" is masterly. . . .” Unmistakably D.M.R

This intensity is the effect of an extreme concentration on the thing seen or felt. Miss Richardson disdains every stroke that does not tell; be it through silence, books, descriptive writing, phrases and all that mess.

I will tackle a theme that seemed resplendent through and through the book. Silence is a major theme no doubt, but in these few lines let me tackle bias.

There is a skewed view either intentionally or not about men through her writing. Miss Richardson does not mince words when trying to explain how “it’s a man’s world” To be fair, she was trying to articulate a point but while seated at one end of the table all limitations notwithstanding.

Men have been taken to the threshing floor time and time again to a point I thought about what wrongs men might have done to her. Below are the excerpts that show what I am talking about…bias as a theme…

“There is something about being Irish Roman Catholic that makes happiness.”

“Never mind, city men ; with a wisdom of their own which kept them going and did not affect anything, all alike and thinking the same thoughts ; far away from anything she thought or knew.”

" Devonshire people are all consumptive,"

“If there's any hearthrug standing it's the men who do it, smoking blissfully alone, and trying to look weary and wise and important if anyone comes in."
“I wouldn't be a man for anything. I wouldn't have a man's consciousness, for anything."

“Men are simply paltry and silly all of them.”

“Boys and girls were much the same . . . women stopped being people and went off into hideous processes. What for? What was it all for? Development. The wonders of science. The wonders of science for women are nothing but gynaecology all those frightful operations in the "British Medical Journal" and those jokes the hundred golden rules. . . . Sacred functions . . . highest possibilities. . . sacred for what ? The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world? The Future of the Race? What world? What race? Men. . . . Nothing but men; forever.”

“It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world . . . even if civilized women stop the colonials and primitive races would go on. It is a nightmare.” (sic)

“There was nothing to turn to. Books were poisoned. Art. All the achievements of men were poisoned at the root. The beauty of nature was tricky femininity.”

“Religion in the world had nothing but insults for women. Christ was a man. If it was true that he was God taking on humanity he took on male humanity . . . and the people who explained him, St. Paul and the priests, the Anglicans and the non-Conformist was the same story everywhere. Even if religion could answer science and prove it wrong there was no hope, for women. And no intelligent person can prove science wrong. Life is poisoned, for women, at the very source.”

Thomas Henry Huxley. “But he built his life up complacently on home and family life while saying all those things about women, lived on them and their pain, ate their food, enjoyed the comforts they made . . . and wrote conceited letters to his friends about his achievements and his stomach and his feelings.”

“Men can always get away. I am going to lead a man's life always getting away. . . .”

“Women can never go very far from the protection of men because they are physically inferior.”

“A young lady, taking a bicycle ride in a daylit suburb. That was what she was. That was all he would allow. It's something in men.”

On reading a book “A man's reading was not reading; not a looking and a listening so that things came into the room. It was always an assertion of himself.”

“Perhaps that was why husbands so often took to reading to their wives, when they stayed at home at all ; to avoid being in the room listening to their condemning silences or to their speech, speech with all the saucepan and comfort thoughts simmering behind it.”

“A doctor could see nothing in marriage but children. This man saw women with a sort of admiring pity.”

As a man, I will now stop.

A good read.

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Friday, November 10, 2017

Review: Pilgrimage: Interim

Pilgrimage: Interim Pilgrimage: Interim by Dorothy M. Richardson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The fifth of the 13 volume series revolves around Miriam’s place of residence. If you ever wanted rooms aptly described and or spaces….that is precisely what stream of consciousness has achieved in this book. Not only that, the projection of the author through Miriam is just award winning.

I like to read authors who reflect on what they have been reading and ruminating upon, this is something that Dorothy M. Richardson (DMR) does so well. Up to this point I have not gone through any instalment she did not hasten the depth of other writers that she had been reading or maybe infer a learnt lesson. Interesting enough, most of the authors she seems to mention are not necessarily mainstream…. E.g. Ouida and why I raise this here is because I personally feel that in Interim Dickens (A man) gets a positive review in a conversation between Dr. von Heber, Dr Winchester and Mr. Leyton's goes like this….

“Some people think Dickens is sentimental. “Those who think so are hyper-critical. Besides being sentimental don't prevent him being one of your very greatest men. You should appreciate him highly. If ever there was any man revealed abuses. . . . You ought to read our Holmes' Elsie Venner — we call it his medicated novel over at home”

Actually two (authors) men Oliver Wendell Holmes and Dickens get a positive rave…..that is quite something for those familiar with DMR literature.
Given this setting was around Christmas (1896)…..and how Miriam loved classical music… I looked forward to a Christmas concert with all her favorites performing….. Chopin and Beethoven get major mentions in this instalment. Of course I would not forget Wagner who is introduced by someone playing his music in bad notes. Who plays Wagner the wrong way?

Make no mistake that Miriam is used to being single and independent. In as much as Miriam’s landlady changed the plan of where she lived from a lodging to a boarding room (providing meals in a shared dining room and so that everyone living there is in each other’s company) she is keen to talk about anything and everything and make friends….but her true solace is in solitude….and silence. Silence is not the absence of noise.

It is easy to see how Miriam struggles with a social situation in that her opinion to most approaches in most conversation was outlandish. She did not necessarily agree with everything that people around her said and had an ear for music.

Was there an attraction for Dr. Von Heber? Bringing his study to a public room seated quietly opposite a fair young English girl is the sort of thing that breeds attraction. Miriam discovers from her land lady gossip) about her relationship with Mendizabal and that the gossip scared off Dr. von Heber she was the object of considerable curiosity by all the male boarders in short…Antoine Bowdoin, Bernaard Mendizabal, and the trio of Canadian doctors.

The themes captured are varied… the lesson of life, age, music, culture, her themes are not tackled directly, only mentioning as if glossing over them at the beginning of chapters and layering throughout the read by allusion.

I have not figured out why there seems to gaps in her narrative. Art. Form. It seems intentional and this leaves you scrapping for information…. I mean as a reader it is hard to know the introduction, body and conclusion of this work….runs like a diary.

Attending those Dante lectures was a way to show us Miriam trying to fit in the social jigsaw puzzle…to try see how people reasoned around Dante. To try to touch Dante is to plunge down to misinterpretation and misunderstandings….. this means there had to be very deep conversations about Dante at those lectures. She seems impressed by the other women who attended that lecture and how attentive they were; commenting negatively on their ugly clothes. Such conversations had to go on about Dante..

“Purgatory. The waters of Lethe and Eunoe 'forgetfulness and sweet memory’; and then Heaven. The Catholics are right about expiation. If you are happy in the present something is being expiated. If life contains moments of paradise you must be in purgatory looking across the vale of Asphodel. You can't be in hell. . . . . . Yet hell would not be hell without a knowledge of heaven. If once you've been in heaven you can never escape. Yet Dante believed in everlasting punishment.”

I will not touch Dante at this point…. I have done all the Cantos and know for a fact that he was blind. He also taught poetry and how you perceive him is heavily dependent which translation you read. I wish he could be read in the original archaic Italian dialect…

A good read.

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Thursday, November 9, 2017

Review: Deadlock

Deadlock Deadlock by Dorothy M. Richardson
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This sixth volume in the Pilgrimage series was sort of a diary with lots of intelligent discourse going on. One cannot miss the brilliant subtlety and a nervous vitality. Gaps in narrative is a thing perfected either knowingly or unknowingly. The lodge gets a new Russian- Jew and they immediately hit it off with Miriam. This is how I like to describe the whole Pilgrimage series . . . But there was a coming in and out. . . . Just think around that and see I have described the whole series.

Look at how Deadlock begins… “Miriam ran upstairs narrowly ahead of her thoughts. In the small enclosure of her room they surged about her, gathering power from the familiar objects silently waiting to share her astounded contemplation of the fresh material.” Isn’t it funny how Miriam is always getting into rooms…here she seems to have been competing with her thoughts. The author intentionally throws you into stream of consciousness. How can one compete with her thoughts in the physical realm?

It is amazing that people thought Miriam who was bookish was the best person to assist Shatov with his English. Look at Shatov trying to lead her on…. "I am most interested in philosophy," he said, glowering warmly through his further, wide-open eye. "It was very good to me. I found myself most excited after our talk of yesterday. I think you too were interested?" of course Miriam was neither here nor there… "Yes, wasn't it extraordinary?" Miriam paused to choose between the desire to confess her dread of confronting a full-fledged student and a silence that would let him go on talking while she contemplated a series of reflections extending forward out of sight from his surprising admission of fellowship…. Meanwhile his eagerness to rekindle without fresh fuel, the glow of yesterday, confessed an immaturity that filled her with a tumult of astonished solicitude.” (She played hard to get)

Here Dorothy M. Richardson (D.M.R) tries to tackle a very sensitive topic on race and how she came out might perhaps leave a sour taste in peoples mouth…but then again is it Miriam or Dorothy to blame?

D.M.R relishes the concept of not attaching any importance to herself or having any future influence but rather is intuitive…addressing the very soul of her readers. It is difficult to classify her in to the conventional literary forms; she was giving herself. This is not an easy thing. In the words of Wilson Follet…
“The effort to "place" her, she would almost necessarily construe as an effort to dispose of her altogether, and on the cheapest terms — to reject her on the one ground on which she offers herself, while accepting her on grounds wholly foreign to her mind and purpose.”

We have to come to a thrilling and life-giving apprehension of the author's personality. By reading you can easily tell what was going on in her life. For example I could tell you that Miriam being bookish was attracted to men who could hold intelligent conversations. A widely read man was a nice challenge for Miriam any day and on any topic. Be it astronomy, metaphysics, religion, psychology, you name it. She seemed to understand all the European languages and their avarices.
There is a huge discussion in this installment about novels and fiction. It seems to conclude that what to read should be fictional novels or maybe to be politically correct - fiction (removing the novel). Here is how Follet captures the definition of a novel “the novel is already so inexpugnable that a clever historian could infer its existence without ever having heard of it, as astronomers calculate the mass of an invisible star to explain the behaviour of visible bodies.”

I will therefore refer to it as works - Such reads on fiction should not be understood easily. In other words what the author intends when doing such works is for the reader too think they got it while they still are a mile away. It is unbelievable that DMR is pointing us to her work and insisting that it is a work of fiction while all along I thought it was sort of an autobiography of her life portrayed through Miriam.

Those topics that people do not want to touch are handled meticulously dealt a thorough upper-hand left stroke of a south paw.

Intelligent conversations…
Misapplication of the term infinite – “If the earth is to be called petty, then the stars must be called petty too. They may not even be inhabited. Perhaps they mean the movement of the vast system going on for ever, while men die. The indestructibility of matter. But if matter is indestructible, it is not what the people who used the phrase mean by matter. If matter is not conscious, man is more than matter. If a small, no matter how small, conscious thing is called petty in comparison with big, no matter how big unconscious things, everything is made a question of size, which is absurd. But all these people think that consciousness dies. . . .”

On humanity - "Humanity does not change," they say. It is the same as it was in the beginning is now and ever will be. . . . The men make sly horrible jokes together . . . the Greeks had only one wife; they called it monotony. . . . the Queen can never ride on an omnibus.”

Shatov on Emerson - "Well, I always feel, all the time, all day, that if people would only read Emerson they would understand, and not be like they are, and that the only way to make them understand what one means would be reading pieces of Emerson."

When discussing Tolstoy – “Why must a book be a masterly study of some single thing?”
Individualism – "I agree to a certain extent that it is impossible. A man is first himself. But the peril is of being cut off from his fellow creatures."

On the subject of the time-expanding swiftness of thought. - "A system," pursued the voice, "very generally corrects the fallacy of the preceding system, and leans perhaps in the opposite direction."
Materialism - "The correlation between physical and mental gives an empirical support to materialism."

Talking about Emerson alluding to Dante? – “Emerson would have hated me. But he thinks evil people are necessary. How is one to know whether one is really evil? Suppose one is. The Catholics believe that even the people in hell have a little relaxation now and again.”

Translations and comparison of languages
“the Russians themselves knew what they were like. "There is in Russia except in the governing and bourgeois classes almost no hypocrisy." What was kinetic. . . . And religion was an "actual force" in Russia!”

This is how English can be frigid –
“the English don't gesticulate . . . but he used no gesticulations; he was aware; that was a deliberate attempt to be English. But his whole person was a gesture, expanding, vibrating. "You mean by intonation only the intonation of single words, not of the whole?" "Precisely, Correctness of accent and emphasis is my aim. But you imply a criticism," he fluted, unshaken by his storm. "Yes. First you must not pronounce each word quite so carefully. It makes them echo into each other. Then of course if you want to be quite English you must be less emphatic." "I must assume an air of indifference?"

"An English audience will be more likely to understand if you are slower and more quiet. You ought to have gaps now and then." "Intervals for yawning. Yew shall indicate suitable moments. I see that I am fortunate to have met-hew. I will take lessons, for this lecture, in the true frigid English dignity."

“the irony of the French or the plebeianism of Germans and Scandinavians,”

“Reading and discussion would reveal ignorance of English literature.”

“typical German arrogance.”

"Of course clerks don't make much, unless they have languages. He ought to learn one or two languages."

“Russian is most beautiful; it is perhaps the most beautiful European language; it is, indubitably, the most rich."

"Certainly it is richer than English, I shall prove this to you, even with dictionary. You shall find that it occur, over and over, that where in English is one word, in Russian is six or seven different, all synonyms, but all with most delicate individual shades of nuance .... the abstractive expression is there, as in all civilized European languages, but there is also in Russian the most immense variety of natural expressions, coming forth from the strong feeling of the Russian nature to all these surrounding influences; each word opens to a whole apercu in this sort .... and what is most significant is, the great richness, in Russia, of the people-language I there is no other people-language similar; there is in no one language so immense a variety of tender diminutives and intimate expressions of all natural things. None is so rich in sound or so marvelously powerfully colorful. . . . That is Russian. Part of the reason is no doubt to find in the immense paysage; Russia is zo vast; it is inconceivable for any non-Russian. There is also the ethnological explanation, the immense vigour of the people."

“the immense range of English was partly due to its unrivalled collection of technical terms, derived from English science, commerce, sports,”

Russian authors - Tolstoy.- “He has a most profound knowledge of human psychology; the most marvelous touches. In that he rises to universality. Tourgainyeff is more pure Russian, less to understand outside Russia; more academical; but he shall reveal you most admirably the Russian aristocrat. He is cynic-satirical."

“... a French translation of a Russian book revealing marvellously the interior, the self-life, of a doctor, through his training and experience in practice. It would be a revelation to English readers and she should translate it; in collaboration with him; if she would excuse the intimate subjects it necessarily dealt with.”

"The French sing their language. It is like a recitative, the tone goes up and down and along and up and down again with its own expression; the words have to fit the tune. They have no single abrupt words and phrases, the whole thing is a shape”

“He used to talk incessantly, as if the whole table were waiting for his ideas. And knew everything, in the most awful superficial newspaper way. They have absolutely no souls at all. I never saw an American soul. The Canadians have. The Americans, at least the women, have reproachful ideals that they all agree about. So that they are all like one person; all the same effect.”
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Quotes
“Darwin was bad, for men.”

“it was the business of women to be the custodians of manners. . . . Their "sense of good form, and their critical and selective faculties." Then he had no right to be contemptuous of them. . . .”

"People grieve and bemoan themselves, but it is not half so bad with them as they say" . . .

“Time is let out on usury.”

"It is a serious mistake to regard enlightenment as pessimism."

"A happy childhood is perhaps the most fortunate gift in life."

“. . . there is a dead level of intelligence throughout humanity.”

'All expectation of gratitude is meanness and is continually punished by the total insensibility of the obliged person'

"It is not what people may be made to see for a few minutes in conversation that counts. It is the conclusions they come to, instinctively, by themselves."

"You could not possibly have a better book for style and phraseology in English, quite apart from the meaning."

“. . . Where did women find the insight into personality that gave them such extraordinary prophetic power?”

“to have the freedom of London was a life in itself.”

Bias
“... It ought to be illegal to publish a book by a man without first giving it to a woman to annotate”

“It would never occur to an English doctor to write for the general public anything that could shake its confidence in doctors. Foreigners are different. They think nothing of revealing and discussing the most awful things. . . . Doctors have to specialize when they are boys and they remain ignorant all their lives." …This Is not only for doctors. You have touched the great problem of modem life. No man can, today, see over the whole field of knowledge. The great Leibnitz was the last to whom this was possible."

“Mm. Perhaps the Russians are more simple; less . . . civilized." "Simplicity and directness of feeling does not necessarily indicate a less highly organized psychological temperament."

“. . . don't take up ... a journalistic career on the strength of being able to write; as badly as Jenkins.”

"The greatest Ideas are always simple; though not in their resultants. This dream however, has always been present with Jews."

"Facts are invented by people who start with their conclusions arranged beforehand."

"What is Christianity? You think Christianity is favourable to women? On the contrary. It is the Christian countries that have produced the prostitute and the most vile estimations of women in the world. It is only in Christian countries that I find the detestable spectacle of men who will go straight from association with loose women Into the society of innocent girls. That I find unthinkable."

“With Jews womanhood has always been sacred. And there can be no doubt that we owe our persistence as a race largely to our laws of protection for women; all women. Moreover in the older Hebrew civilization women stood very high. You may read this. Today there is a very significant Jewish wit which says that women make the best wives and mothers in the world."

“first outbreak of American literature was unfortunately feminine.”

“However clever the man might be, his assumptions about women made the carefully arranged and solemnly received display of research, irritatingly valueless.”

“Justice is a woman; blindfolded; seeing from the inside and not led away by appearances; men invent systems of ethics, but they cannot weigh personality; they have no individuality, only conformity or non-conformity to abstract systems;”

Metaphysics
“Theology does not deny the problems of metaphysic, but answers them in a way metaphysic cannot accept."

Good writing
“Sarah said people ought always to wear hats, especially with evening dress . . . picture hats, with evening dress, made pictures.”

“Christ was the first man to see women as individuals." "You speak easily of Christianity. There is no Christianity in the world. It has never been imagined, save in the brain of a Tolstoy. And he has shown that if the principles of Christianity were applied, cIvIlizatlon as we know it would at once come to an end."

"What is Emerson?" - "He is an American," "It is the most perfect English that you could have. He is a New Englander, a Bostonian; the Pilgrim Fathers; they kept up the English of our best period. The fifteenth century."

"A compress or hot fomentations, hot fomentations could not do harm and they might be very good."

How to write good fiction - But they were about the sea; and the fifth form ... "a noble three-bladed knife, minus the blades". . . .

How to read a book – “But if one never found out what a book was a masterly study of, it meant being ignorant of things everyone knew and agreed about; a kind of hopeless personal ignorance and unintelligence; reading whole books through and through, and only finding out what they were about by accident, when people happened to talk about them, and even then, reading them again, and finding principally quite other things, which stayed, after one had forgotten what people had explained.”

Instinctive Nervous Reaction - "That is an illusion, the strength of life in you that cannot, midst good health, accept death.

On employment – “In the train I saw the whole unfairness of the life of employees. However hard they work, their lives don't alter or get any easier. They live cheap poor lives in anxiety all their best years and then are expected to be grateful for a pension, and generally get no pension.”

Stream of consciousness
“But perhaps the things that occur to you suddenly for the first time in conversation are the things you have always thought, without knowing it . . .”

Astronomy
“The sky looked intelligent.”

“Perhaps they mean the movement of the vast system going on for ever, while men die. The indestructibility of matter. But if matter is indestructible, it is not what the people who used the phrase mean by matter. If matter is not conscious, man is more than matter. If a small, no matter how small, conscious thing is called petty in comparison with big, no matter how big unconscious things, everything is made a question of size, which is absurd. But all these people think that consciousness dies. . . .”



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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Review: Honeycomb

Honeycomb Honeycomb by Dorothy M. Richardson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The third installment of DMR’s Volume 1 installment begins on a high note. That distinct inward monologue is so reticent bearing in mind the story is told in the third person.

I think it is a brilliant way to write an autobiography and the inward reflection is a way of the author wanting you to find out what she was going through in her life. Not to mistake it with writing a life story, it is well known that she intended for this to be read when she was not alive. The art involved in painting this picture through Miriam is on a very high level of conception.

Being conscious to Miriam was sort of an experience in itself, let alone the interactions with people and with open spaces. I have not even mentioned how she describes rooms and everything inside the room. There is also music, religion, art, intelligent conversations that sort of prime us to what kind of life the author lived. It is not hard to see Miriam’s life as a sort of a reflection to Dorothy M. Richardson's (DMR’s) life. This makes you want to read the book to find out more about the author than Miriam.

Look how a Villa is described and left to self interpretation.... “In a dull cheap villa there might be a bunch of violets in a bowl on a whatnot.”

There is a way stars were used as a figure of speech in one intelligent conversation that was going on between Melie, Mrs. Craven and Mrs. Corrie; Julia opines that one is not to be married if one is not under the stars and that you will only marry if you are under the star. I think that was such a blanket statement. This breaks off to a long conversation as to why men need not be handsome...concluding that " A handsome man's much handsomer than a pretty woman," and that "I think a handsome man's generally so weak." I will just leave this one here....

In her writing, Dorothy seemed to lay a huge emphasis on how Germans were better at music and poetry when compared to the English. If for a moment we pause and reflect the period at which she was writing this.... it must have been at a time those two nations were at war. Funny how she objectively looked at it although being English... “ No English person would quite understand—the need, that the Germans understood so well—the need to admit the beauty of things . . . the need of the strange expression of music, making the beautiful things more beautiful and of words when they were together in the beauty of the poems.” Something about England – Something hard.

About men, it seemed throughout the book that men were on the receiving end..at some point I thought that there was a feminist theme going on in the book. Sure without doubt, I would not blame the narrator given the environment she was in. There was nothing like equality back then. At a table look at how it is described... “Miriam's first sense of dining and when she found herself seated at Mr. Corrie's left hand opposite Mrs. Craven, with Joey away on her left, facing Mr. Craven and Mrs. Corrie now far away from her at the door end of the table, it seemed as if these things had been got together only for the use of the men.”
Here is another passage talking about men... “If a man doesn't understand or doesn't agree he's just a blank bony conceitedly thinking, absolutely condemning forehead, a face below, going on eating—and going off somewhere. Men are all hard angry bones ; always thinking something, only one thing at a time and unless that is agreed to, they murder.“
And another still about men ... “men's minds, staring at things, ignorantly, knowing everything in an irritating way and yet ignorant.”
More slime for men... “the sort of man who would look after a woman properly, but would never know anything about her.”
Look at this... “I expect that most men are the average manly man with the average manly faults."
A most vitriolic attack... “Adam had not faced the devil. He was stupid first, and afterwards a coward and a cad . . ."the divine curiosity of Eve. . . ." Some person had said that. . . . Perhaps men would turn round one day and see, what they were like. Eve had not been unkind to the devil ; only Adam and God. All the men in the world, and their God, ought to apologise to women. . . .”

On books, I noticed that one particular book kept appearing “A human Document” For some strange reason; I was drawn to how after having read the book...some reflection took place... it means that that book must have surely had an impact upon reading. There are examples upon examples of how reading can become addictive in “honeycomb”....here is an example...
“reading passages here and there ; feeling them come nearer to her than anything she had read before. She knew at once that she did not want to read the book through ; that it was what people called a tragedy, that the author had deliberately made it a tragedy”
It gets to a point that a book reader is biased to the kind of books she reads and how she reads them.. “She felt that she could look at the end, and read here and there a little and know ; know something, something they did not know. People thought it was silly, almost wrong to look at the end of a book. But if it spoilt a book, there was something wrong about the book. If it was finished and the interest gone when you know who married who, what was the good of reading at all ? It was a sort of trick, a sell.” In summary a book should be like a puzzle... and that if you found it out before reading the book, something was wrong about the book. This is deep! The “stronger” the author was, the more came..
It is interesting to read books as a psychological study of the author . . . It means never being able to agree with people about books, allowing things coming to you out of books...knowing absolutely everything about the author. Look at books as people? To read books such that... ”you felt the writing, felt the sentences as if you were writing them yourself?”
Moral writers were put on the threshing floor... ”A moral writer only sees the mote in his brother's eye. And you see him seeing it.” That letter to Eve was deep.

A lot was said about masculine and feminine worldliness.

What is the meaning of a man playing cards on his death bed?

The love of God defined – “The love of God was like the love of a mother ; always forgiving you, ready to die for you, always waiting for you to be good. Why ? It was mean.”

Phrase
“Surprise had kept her thoughtless and rapt.”
“swift flountering “
“I'm deadly keen.”
" You look a duck,"
“a fussy emphatic handshake”
“ritual of the feast.”
“of unnaturally even teeth.”
“a little air of deference”
" She doesn't care a rap about him”
“vexed incredulity.”
“the astonishingness of everything.”
" The vagaries of the Fair”
..." the unaccountability of women '
“Strange harmonising radiance. “
“frontage of fawning and flattery.”
“mocking, obsequious, patronising manner.”
“just sneery and silly.”
" Will you people leave off squabbling and just see if this is all right before I nail it up?"
“impudently patronising”
“woolly pungency of new felting.”
“Rascality of the Genus Homo .”
“a great deal of stiff politeness.”
“The flump-wash of the waves”
“the uselessness of attendants.”

Stream of consciousness
“For a moment she was conscious of nothing but the soft-toned, softly lit interior, the softness at her back, the warmth under her feet and her happy smile ; then she felt a sudden strength ; the smile coming straight up so unexpectedly from some deep where it had been waiting,”
“the bright teeth of a grand piano running along the edge of its darkness, a cataract of light pouring down its raised lid ; forests of hats ; dresses, shining against darkness, bright headless crumpling stalks ; sly, silky, ominous furs ; metals, cold and clanging, brandishing the light; close prickling fire of jewels”
“They were so dreadful; the gospels full of social incidents and reproachfulness. They seemed to reproach everyone and to hint at a secret that no one possessed . . . the epistles did nothing but nag and threaten and probe. St. Paul rhapsodised sometimes. . . . but in a superior way . . . patronising ; as if no one but himself knew anything. . . .”

Art
“strange pictures hung low, on a level with your eyes, strange soft tones”
“. . . two things about soup besides taking it from the side of your spoon, which everybody knows—you eat soup, and you tilt your plate away, not towards you (chum along, chum along and eat your nice hot soup).”
“The soles of her new patent leather shoes felt pleasantly smooth against the thick carpet. “

Descriptive
“She found a bulging copper hot-water jug, brilliantly polished, with a wicker-covered handle.”
“a door opened upon warm brilliance.”
“and cold in the morning light pouring through an undraped window.”
“Miriam glanced at the solicitous droop of her long figure.”
“Sybil could sing without the piano with an extraordinary flourishing rapidity, pirouetting as she sang,”
“Sinking into the second arm-chair she crossed her knees and beamed into the fire.”
“The wind snored round the house like a flame and bellowed in the chimneys.“
“His figure had a curious crooked jaunty appearance, the shoulders a little crooked and the little legs slightly bent.”
“. . . the quiet grass, the scattered deer, the kindly trees, the gentlemen with triumphant faces, running after him;”
“ the one who gets last into a hansom by slipping into the near corner.”
“in a mauve and white drawing-room, reclining on a mauve and white striped settee in a pale mauve tea gown.”
“the gentle angular explosion of pieces into a new relation and the breaking of the varying triangle as a ball rolled to its hidden destination held by all the eyes in the room until its rumbling pilgrimage ended out of sight in a soft thud.”
“Everything was airy and transparent.”

Quotable
“people being together is awful ; like the creaking of furniture.”
“Nan Babington said no one need mind being twenty-one if they were engaged, but if not it was a frantic age to be.”
" A handsome man's much handsomer than a pretty woman,"
"I think a handsome man's generally so weak."
"I can read all your thoughts. None of you can disturb my enjoyment of this excellent dinner ; none of you can enhance it"
“We’re not descended from monkeys at all. It's not natural,"
" The great thing Darwin did," said Miriam abruptly, " was to point out the power of environment in evolving the different species—selecting."
" The great man's always at work, always at work,"
“ I don't read books for the story, but as a psychological study of the author . . .”
“I prefer books to people " ..." I know now why I prefer books to people."
“the chanciness of everything.”
"ideals," the sense of modern reforms,”
"you can only really see the country when you are not moving yourself."
“Men ought not to be told. They must find it out for themselves. To dress up and try to make it something to attract somebody.”
“Men's ideas were devilish; clever and mean. . . . Was God a woman? Was God really irritating?”
The deepest thing I read in the book..... “He knew, in some strange way men knew there were gardens everywhere, not always visible. Women did not seem to know. . . .”
..." Superior women don't marry,"
"It's so awfully silly not to have a plan.”
“Genius . . . genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains. Capacity.”
“ a woman never knows her own mind.”
“Families ought to laugh together whenever there was any excuse.”
"Lawyers can get people to admit anything,"
"Lawyers are the most ignorant, awful people."
..." the tragedy of beauty ; woman's greatest curse."

Simile
“Mrs. Craven gazed up . . . like a distressed fish”
“ Mrs. Corrie was alone, like an aspen shaking its leaves in windless air.”

Contrast
“A candle-lit room in the midst of bright day . . . wonderful, like a shrine.”
Fishing and poetry - "It's only the fisherman who knows anything, anything whatever about the silver stream. Necessarily. Necessarily. It is the—the concentration, the—the absorption of the passion that enables him to see. Er, the fisherman, the poet tantamount; exchangeable terms. Fishing is, indeed one might say"

No doubt a worthy read!


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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Pesh Ndoi - Ngukumatha ( I Will Seek You)

Review: Pilgrimage: Backwater

Pilgrimage: Backwater Pilgrimage: Backwater by Dorothy M. Richardson
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The adventures of Miriam continue in the second installation of the pilgrimage. For sure Dorothy M. Richardson (DMR) still got it going on.

The theme on silence persists in the book and how gloriously silence has been exemplified. Majestically introduced in the first chapter... in the little drawing room "the little drawing-room was very quiet with the strange old-fashioned quietness" It is as if DMR is pointing us back to silence in all respects and saying without silence there is nothing. I will point out a few examples of how silence crept in the book….
“The sisters talked quietly, outlining their needs in smooth gentle voices, in small broken phrases, frequently interrupting and correcting each other”
“Listen to the dewy stillness of the garden”
“Streaming in through the madras muslin curtains, everything in the room very silent and distinct; nothing to be heard but the little flutterings of birds under the caves”
“I never have been able to stand a sudden noise. It’s torture to me to walk along a platform where a train may suddenly shriek”
“All things men have invented, trains and canons and things make a frightful noise”
“Make her play the romance first and then the Cavatina without talking in between”

Phrases
“Extracting the stone from a prune”
“Do not lump down on your heels..”
“A family that revels in plumes and hearses...”
“That bright yellow colour meant liver” – Describing sickness...
“vivacious intentness”
“Unhurried exactitude”
“Unnatural infatuation”
“Crimsoning”
“Come to tea”
“far reaching meadows, park-land, deer, the great silent heath, the silent shoulders of the windmill, softness of the sky, harsh streetiness, char womanishness, smarmy, churchy or chapelish sentimentality”
“Humming shreds of a violin obligato”


Stream of consciousness
"Ahead of her, at the end of the long drive, lay 3 sunlit weeks, bright mow in the certainty of the shadow that lay beyond them"
“The room was full of whirling forms swelling and shrinking as they crossed and recrossed the line between the clear vision rimmed by her glasses and the surrounding bright confusion”
Miriam gets into a sort of trance when having bread and reasons “it could be a good thing if she could decide never to have more than two slices...but every slice seems to be better than the last...” she notices the three hollow teeth... wow! And how mouthfuls of solid bread would sort of pad them...
“flower filled garden crowded up against the windows, anything to come out triumphantly together at the end and to stop satisfied...”
Books
There is so much to say about books ... no doubt DMR was keen about reading and books for that matter.
“Line upon line” and the “pilgrim’s progress” were not meant for modern minds
Quotables
“I say, somebody’s been using the ‘Financial Times’ to cut up flowers on. It’s all wet.”
“Good manners and civility make everybody lovely”
“no man could endure a woman’s silence”
“free press that Milton had gone to prison for”
“Flies don’t buzz, …. Why do people say they buzz?”
“She doesn’t approve of general conversation”
“one can always criticize a sermon”
“positively dangerous.. it means leaving your mind open for whatever they choose to say like Rome”
“If you listen only for the good the good will come to you”
“How can people, ordinary people, be expected to be like Christ, as they say, when they think Christ was supernatural?”
“If you can’t have what you like you must like what you have”
“Basement rooms are awfully bad”
“Women are made to find and dispense happiness”
“Even the sunlight paid sort of homage to the fathomless certainty she felt.”
“Life’s like Robinson Crusoe….anything might happen any minute….”


Music
How Miriam talks and experiences music looks like something to live for. She feels the music and loves playing the piano
“After a while everything was dissolved, past and future and present...”
“ceelo –like notes the devout theme of the lyric, Miriam drifted to an extremity of happiness”
The only music we talk about when DMR is at it is classical music. A bit of waltz......maybe....that is the general drift...

Descriptives
North Londoners spoke sideways with a snarling curl of one half of the upper lip and have that resentful way of speaking..
“a fly was hovering about the muslin window blind with little reedy loops of song...”
“The Englishman puts a dirty shirt on a clean body, and the Frenchman a clean shirt on a dirt body”
“Madras muslin curtains”
“German blue eyes”

Similes
“Looking fragile like the alabaster chapelle in the nursery with a candle alight inside.”
“Upright as a dart”
Paradox - “surrounding bright confusion”
Tea seems to have been a tradition of the English and the Germans as well. I like how they eve had tea- time reading to emphasize on how important tea was.

Sarcasm – “cheese how could people eat cheese?”
I like how there was an Ode to men ... “someone ought to prevent the extravagance of keeping whole houses and fires going for women like that”
Interesting to note how Miriam defines faith as just an abnormal condition of the mind with fanaticism on one end and agnosticism on the other... well I sure hope that this was not DMR projecting her faith through Miriam because if that was the case then she got it twisted. The definition of faith according to the Bible is substance of things unseen and hoped for..Maybe she hoped to have a philosophical debate. True bias is seen when she is feisty to consult with “people of faith” who beg the whole question from beginning.
DMR also subscribes to the school of thought that author’s books should be printed and read post-humous; very interesting to note.
I doubt this is how refreshment is defined... “to dance with a girl who can talk sense and doesn’t giggle”

Skewed English – Little dorlings, gels...
As regards that smoking scene....I look at it as rebellion from the norm. Someone can wake up one day and decide to smoke without coughing? I think it is juxtaposition as to a woman rolling her tobacco and the morning world gleamed back at her....

Figure of speech – Pink anemones (go figure)

A classic read!


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Monday, August 28, 2017

Review: Pointed Roofs

Pointed Roofs Pointed Roofs by Dorothy M. Richardson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Pilgrimage - Pointed Roofs
How I came to Dorothy M. Richardson was funny…. The title of her for volume set on Pilgrimage pointed this was an author who wanted to share her life story. But that was not the point, having read John Bunyan allegorical “The Pilgrims Progress” I hoped that the two were somehow connected……
I had seen Dorothy highly recommended for her art and form in the subtle way she wrote her life story. No doubt, there is so much that can be said about the work she did in her writing. I will just gloss over a few highlights in “Pointed roofs” that are worth mentioning. There is so much to say about form and art but I will restrict myself to what I think necessary.
In a very short span of time different cultures had been exemplified in how they are and or perceived. The book written in third person exemplifies this great act without necessarily showing any bias. At the time of writing, Britain was at war with Germany and it is sort of a paradox ow Dorothy warms up to the German culture. That also explains why such a seminal work on stream of consciousness stays unrecognized.
Different cultures…English being superior….. but the Germans are so full of themselves…they only speak German when you go to Germany… For English, “The are no rules for English pronunciation but what is usual at the University of Oxford is decisive for cultured people.” I know I have learnt that German men despise women, also Germans have polite attentiveness. In comparison the English are more refined than the Germans, however it is silly to make comparisons as “comparisons are odious”. The Swiss are democratic, with ambition.
Music…and classical music for that matter….plus playing different instruments…..the technique…. Require that you have an ear for quality. You also learnt in German not to be ashamed of “playing with expression”
Religion – We see Miriam at pains having a conversation with God through a Clergyman. I thought this was a direct attack on Catholic.. the sarcasm employed when describing the Clergy “He would be kind an would pray and smile – and she would be told to listen to sermons in the right spirit” I also notice the approach to attending service and listening to the sermon giving a caveat “The service might be lovely, if you did not listen to the words….” The preacher man was described as “went on and on from unsound premises until you brain was sick..droning on and on…as often as not you could pick out the logical fallacy if you took the trouble” Now at this juncture I want to point out another form taken by the author; the problem is not the preaching, seeing as Bible reading was a regular activity at the house. The problem here being the preacher being on “unsound premises” meaning they did not know their stuff…
It seems preachers who are preferred are the ones who would give intellectual lectures like Mr Brough quoting Milton here and there... and ultimately preferring a quiet homily as rather nice.
Another aspect of form emerges, and that is silence. It is as if silence is king when approaching God and also at home and with yourself. For some strange reason when reading you could almost feel as if Miriam subscribed to the Quakers. Silence is a major theme in her writing preferring to always be in solitude to think clearer. Silence is not the absence of noise, it is the absence of language.
Lots of stream of consciousness going on in this Pilgrimage. The descriptions of things like onions at a doctor’s house being "savory and pungent"
Classic Bible Analogy “We are in the hollow of his hand”
Did I notice they were big on tea, writing letters, reading books (poems), reading the Bible, music and no one liked “The wet blanket”
There are some philosophical discussions that go on in the book and one particular one is that of Apollyon(I remembered that analogy of winning while defeated)...., second one is that of Darwin “There were people of distinguished minds who thought Darwin was true...”
Nowadays people do not read books. It is definite that people in the past were keen about books. What happened to us in the 21st Century? Tv happened.
A classic to me!




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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Prospects for a New Progressivism - YouTube

Prospects for a New Progressivism - YouTube: Obama spent $60 BILLION on green energy companies that are now out of business because a market didn't even exist for their products.