Originally posted by PatrickMurtha
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What are you reading now?
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I remember when Oprah’s Book Club, probably spurred by her friend Toni Morrison, did a Faulkner series - The Sound and the Fury, As I Lay Dying, Light in August. I have a feeling that most of her readers didn’t get very far with it. The boxed paperback set is ubiquitous in the used book market.
I don’t mean to be too much of a snoot about it, however: Although I am certainly all for people reading and appreciating the classics, what has primacy is that they have the TOOLS to do this (vocabulary, historical literacy, etc). And in almost all cases, these are obtained through a first-rate education before adulthood – a type of education that is becoming increasingly rare now.
Can these tools be developed through autodidacticism in adulthood? Yes, but that is a difficult and gargantuan task, requiring an investment of time and a level of self-discipline beyond the reach of most. Youth is the best time to do it, just as with learning languages, partly because your mind is pliable and still forming.
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Originally posted by Mandryka View Post
Have you read any of the Snopes trilogy? I certainly enjoyed The Hamlet - but couldn’t get through The Mansion.
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That’s interesting PatrickMurtha
I’m kind of learning a bit of American history on the hoof. Only this evening I was reading about the One Drop Rule - essential (possibly) for understanding (one aspect of) Absalom Absalom, but not explained in the text as far as I can see.
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Entering the final chapters of Cyril Connolly’s The Rock Pool (1936), I can’t help thinking that it isn’t a good sign for a writer’s first novel to be quite so louche and dissipated, and in fact this was also Connolly’s LAST novel. An account of wastrels in a resort town in the south of France, and markedly lesbian in content for a novel by a straight male writer, The Rock Pool captures the lassitude of an impecunious protagonist who can barely force himself to get up in the morning (this is described multiple times).
Reading a bit about Connolly’s disappointed life, which is chock full of literary names and dodges about money and pointless to-ing and fro-ing, one immediately detects that unlike an F. Scott Fitzgerald who could live the heavy social drinking lifestyle and somehow write about it with insight and sparkle, it just messed Cyril up, to the point where he had much difficulty focusing (he left fragments of several other novels). He didn’t even have the alcoholic spurts of energy of a Malcolm Lowry, although he did manage to write a rather famous apologia, Enemies of Promise, about why he couldn’t achieve what he wanted to.
Beyond the booze, my partial take is that jadedness before age 40 is not only unattractive, but de-energizing: Connolly was been there, done that, almost from the beginning, and you need enthusiasm and drive to get the big projects done, which he appears not to have possessed.
Despite all that, The Rock Pool is a quite interesting read, and Connolly was later a fairly productive journalist and critic. He just wasn’t a big-guns, sustained-effort kind of writer; even Enemies of Promise and his other well-known book, The Unquiet Grave: A Word Cycle by Palinurus, look very SECTIONAL, and The Rock Pool itself is a shortish novel.
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The Immoralist, by Andre Gide. Supposedly an important book in La Belle Epoque, the main protagonist supposedly being a Nietzchean figure who can only realize inner peace by renouncing conventional morality. It’s a sad little tale and the protagonist is not any happier as far as I can see after screwing up his own life and causing the demise of his loyal spouse
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Originally posted by PatrickMurtha View PostThe Immoralist is a Gide that I need to get to! The Counterfeiters is one of the great 20th Century novels. I have also read his short novel Strait Is the Gate.
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Originally posted by PatrickMurtha View PostGide would be beyond my French reading level now, although perhaps I could have managed as a senior in high school (when we did read Camus’ L’Étranger).
If memory serves, we also got La Peste, Germinal and Pere Goriot.
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Post
... Strait is the Gate is the obvious negative (?) twin to The Immoralist. They're both fairly autobiographical.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by Sir Velo View Post
I was always miffed that my "A" level class missed "L'etranger" by a year, while we ended up with "Le ble en Herbe".
If memory serves, we also got La Peste, Germinal and Pere Goriot.
I am not a good linguist on the speaking / listening side. My Spanish is still indifferent after 13 years in Mexico. I have always been much better at reading languages, and if I really applied myself, I could get to literary level reading in both Spanish and French. I never seem to find the time, though…
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