Unabashedly Bookish

Most of those who will remember Huxley will remember him, unless some shift in social consciousness turns future readers' attention onto one of his many other books, as the author of Brave New World, a book that has been upstaged by another novel that imagines a dystopian future, that is, Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, the apparently superior vision of the future that awaits us, if not in 1984 perhaps in 2084. But Huxley may have been more correct than those in the twentieth century realized. Read more...

One of the great friendships of literary history began in the middle of November 1574. Philip Sidney and Fulke Greville, Sidney's distant relation, entered Shrewsbury School that month and began a life-long friendship. Greville's love for Sidney has often overshadowed Greville's own literary work, but I'd like to turn our attention to Greville's poetry, specifically Sonnet XXXIX of the sonnet sequence Caelica . . . and a particular verb that Greville coins that shows something of his imaginative abilities Read more...

"The portion due to me from Mr. Powell, my former wife's father, I leave to the unkind children I had by her, having received no part of it: but my meaning is, they shall have no other benefit of my estate than the said portion, and what I have besides done for them; .they having been very undutiful to me. All the residue of my estate I leave to the disposal of Elizabeth my loving wife." Read more...

On October 30, 1811, around six weeks shy of her 36th birthday, Jane Austen anonymously published her first novel, Sense and Sensibility. . . . Austen would go on to publish three other novels during her life, and others would appear after her death in 1817. What interests me at the moment is not what might seem her late foray into a literary life--thirty-six doesn't really seem as old to me now as it did some twenty odd year ago when I was first introduced to Austen--but her early start, for Sense and Sensibility, besides being a revised and improved version of "Elinor and Marianne," a novel begun in 1795, has its precursor in Austen's "Love and an Freindship," the latter word in the title often being spelled in modern editions as the young Austen, as well as others at the time, spelled it. Read more...

Some years ago, I came across in one book or another Dante Rossetti's illustration for the frontispiece of Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market" (1862) or rather a blown-up image of the circle in the corner--something that is suggested by what I expected to find and what I found when I went looking for the illustrations again this week, as Rosseti's larger illustrations look nothing like what appears in the circle--and had one of those moments of recognition that we all sometimes have. I thought, "That's Where the Wild Things Are," a book I had read over and over as a child. I quickly moved on to other issues, as my interests, perhaps unfortunately, have never brought me to study children's literature, but I never forgot that moment of recognition. Read more...

When it comes to a work of art, however, does it really matter that the story we are reading is true or imagined? I'm inclined to think not and believe cummings would have agreed. After all, his first book, The Enormous Room (1922), the material for which was developed out of cumming's incarceration in France during the First World War, was marketed during cummings' life, and continues to be marketed, as both a memoir and a novel, and cummings seems to have fostered the confusion. Read more...

"Come, . . . while our masters are away and their flocks in our charge are grazing, we may here look about us" Read more...

A few months ago there was a discussion on this blog about the Living Rights of Dead Authors that dealt with the issue of honoring an author's wishes with regard to his or her work. This week, I'd like to return to that issue in relation to W. H. Auden, who died on September 29, 1973, an event that was memorably recorded by the poet Helen Bevington in her journal in the following terms: "Auden died in a Vienna hotel at sixty-six. He found America too perilous to live in, fearful of dying one day in a New York apartment and being discovered a week later by the mailman. He moved back to Christ Church, Oxford, in his carpet slippers, to a mother college's protection." Read more...

The epigraph of Hill's "September Song," "born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42"--a poem that was published in Hill's second book King Log (1968) but can be most easily obtained these days in Hill's Selected Poems--places the deportation to Auschwitz of the Jewish child whom Hill makes his almost exact contemporary--the child's birthday is only a day later than Hill's own--on a day that passes this week. Read more...

The Island of the Day Before, which is set the mid-seventeenth century, captures that element of the period's magical thinking through a discussion of the powder of sympathy. The main character Roberto della Griva learns of the nature of that powder from an Englishman, Monsieur D'Igby. The powder, which is used to cure one of Roberto's acquaintances, is a variation of that famed ointment that Sir James Frazer points out in The Golden Bough some Renaissance thinkers believed could be applied to a sword to heal a wound made by that sword, an idea Roberto had heard from his tutor when he was a boy. D'Igby discounts the theory behind what Roberto had learned but maintains the practice is valuable. Read more...