The Reading Room

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Jane Morris reading, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Harlem River Dispatch: Ron Hansen and the Calloused Hand of Grace, By Way of Beauty

The Most Beautiful Bookstores in the World, The Little Design Stall

Sherlock Lives!, by Michael Derda for The New York Review of Books

As the Age of the Physical Book Retreats, The Cult of the Physical Book Advances, by Trevor Butterworth for Forbes.com

Do Classics Have A Future?, by Mary Beard for The New York Review of Books

The Treasonous Clerk: Saint Augustine and the Meaning of Art, by James Matthew Wilson for First Principles

English Bookshops in Paris, Becoming Madame

A Unique and Writerly Gift

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For Mother’s Day, I was given the gift of “the Green Fairy.” That’s right. My husband bought me a beautiful bottle of authentic French Grande Absenthe, complete with a gorgeous traditional absinthe spoon and a box of sugar cubes, to make the drink that apparently summons the little mystical green muse of the Belle Epoque.

Truth be told, I am not a drinker. Red wine is my limit, and that, only with food. But I’ve been long intrigued by the allure of absinth in the lives of many writers and artists. I’m not at all sure I’ll even like this metamorphic green elixir — licorice flavor and I are not on speaking terms — but I figure trying it once has some historical and cultural value, and since I’ve only recently discovered that the heroine of my novel will at some point be given a soporific blue potion by the story’s villain, I suppose there is some literary value, as well.

It was in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, by Francis Ford Coppola, that the beauty of the absinthe ritual first caught my eye. This scene is simply gorgeous…and Gary Oldman talking about the little green fairy’s mischievous impulses makes it that much more appealing.

It appears that, similar to ouzo, the absinthe changes from a clear emerald green color to an opalescent fairy green when mixed with water. The recipe for my French absinthe is one of the oldest traditional recipes from the south of France. From the box:

In the late 19th century during the Belle Epoque era in Paris, the renowned Absinthe culture was at its height of infamy. To evoke this glorious time, Grande Absente, Absinthe Originale recalls one of the oldest traditional Absinthe recipes from the south of France. Hand crafted in Forcalquier, located in the Alps of Haute Provence, Grande Absente is made exclusively with the highest quality spirits and botanicals including a full measure of the legendary botanical Wormwood, also known as Artemesia Absinthium. Grande Absente is 138 proof so please drink with extreme caution!

To make the drink is a refined and simple elegance and ritual enhanced the enjoyment of drinking absinthe in the last century. Simply pour 2 oz absinthe into a glass. Place the absinthe spoon across the top and position a sugar cube on the spoon. Slowly dissolve the sugar cube with 3 oz. cold water. Stir and enjoy.

Photo credit: Eric Litton

The verdict?

Hard to say…..it’s quite syrupy — the legs on this stuff would put a nice, rich red wine to shame — and you can really smell the anise even if the glass is removed a bit. Lots of fumes! The color looks a bit like Mountain Dew, but it turns opalescent as you add the sugar and water, and this was truly lovely. (Note: The pictures above don’t do the color justice at all.) The drink is strong, and very sweet, better up front on the tongue than taken towards the back. I sipped tiny bits and was overwhelmed a bit by how sweet it was. I am amazed that people could sit and drink this stuff so seriously in the Belle Epoque and beyond. The recommended portion is way, way too much for this lightweight. I recommend cutting that in half and sharing it with a good friend….or two. The ritual is quite beautiful and I have never had any other drink that comes close to this sort of “event”. That alone seems enough to warrant the popular “Green Hours” held in cafes in Europe when absinthe was in its prime. It seems to me quite a lot of work to “summon the muse”, if that is in fact what enough of it might do to any random soul……I think I’d rather just sit down and write, without the green fairy’s help. When all is said and done, this writer won’t be trading in her glasses of red wine for trips to the local absinthe bar anytime soon. But I’m glad to say I’ve tried it, and I’m none the worse for wear.

Cheers!

In Defense of Superheroes

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Yesterday two unrelated events unexpectedly converged and got me thinking….always a dangerous enterprise.

Event 1: It happened to be Free Comic Book Day, an event my 10-year-old son, Skippy, has been waiting for since LAST year. We went as a family to the local comic store, which we visit periodically throughout the year, and all received a free comic book — there were many to choose from and we all chose Marvel Super Heroes. Skippy was outfitted for the event in a new Avengers tee-shirt from Old Navy and afterwards was treated to the big surprise — a trip to see the new Avengers movie at the local cinema. We all had the BEST time and if this film isn’t the equivalent of Star Wars for this generation of kids, I don’t know what is.

Event 2: It also happened to be Cinco de Mayo, which we celebrated with a fiesta dinner with friends at their home. While there, I was introduced to and chatted with a woman who is also a high school English teacher, though at a private academy where students must test in and are exceptionally brilliant. Somehow during the conversation, my son’t tee-shirt was noticed and I mentioned the comics and The Avengers and … was met with a completely blank look. This woman affected to know nothing AT ALL and merely said to me, “What is that? Some kind of super…thing… or something…?”, persisting all the while in a horrifically blank stare. Now this woman seemed nice enough and I’d like to believe that this was not the insulting slight I was beginning to perceive it to be — that she knew all about the comics and the film, but that it was all beneath her notice and completely devoid of any intellectual value. How could you NOT know, assuming you do live here and not in a cave in the Antarctic? I mean, my husband and I haven’t had television for over 20 years now, and while we missed out on the whole Seinfeld, ER, and Friends crazes, we did know about them…..sooooo…what was really being said in the feigned ignorance?

The fact that this woman might have been silently calling me on the carpet for allowing my son to stoop so low as to be exposed to things that couldn’t possibly have any redeeming value in her eyes, got me thinking, and not for the first time, of the potent and powerful message the right super heroes can send to a young mind, and in fact, to all of us, if we’re open to listen. I was unable and unprepared to articulate any of this in my conversation last night, but next time, I’ll be better prepared with an adequate defense for why I allow my son to read comics and watch his favorite characters coming to life on the big screen or in various animated series. (Note: This is not an endorsement of the comic genre as a whole, nor am I suggesting all of the super-hero-comic-to-film-efforts are appropriate for young children. Obviously, extreme prudence is required and parents must vigilantly supervise what their children see and read. However, there is a unique value in certain niche characters and series that cannot, in my opinion, be denied).

Super Heroes teach us:

1. What it means to live with, embrace, and work with perpetual weakness;

2. Weakness is not only a strength, but a gift, because it teaches humility;

3. Temptation to power and the drive to feed the ego is a constant battle, even for the best of men;

4. Compassion for the weak, vulnerable, and defenseless among us is an essential character trait of a hero, as are bravery, courage, perseverance, and teamwork;

5. There are things worth making deep sacrifices for, even to the sacrificing of one’s life, including the defeat of evil, freedom from tyranny, the ideals of one’s country, oppression and brutality, and saving one’s friends and loved ones. Super heroes revive the nobility of martyrdom in a world which has lost it’s faith;

6. That each individual is possessed of unique gifts, some of which don’t always count for much in the eyes of society or those in power, but which the individual is particularly charged — as a debt of honor  – with perfecting and using for the greater good;

7. Gifts used to serve self end in disastrous consequences — it is often this “school of hard knocks” which a super hero needs to experience before he or she can be ready to use their gifts to help others and perhaps atone for the wrongs they have done through their pride and self-serving ambition;

8. About evil in its many guises, another reality and truth which a world without faith is apt to forget exists. Shakespeare reminds us in King Lear that the Devil is of noble birth — he is a gentleman. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the world of the super hero, where evil is often masterfully disguised and played out under subterfuge, blending carefully, attractively, and seemingly innocuously into the surroundings, ready to strike when least expected;

9. Evil within is ultimately manifested without — one becomes what one is on the inside.

10. That if one is still alive on this earth, even after experiencing the most traumatic and painful events, then that means one has a purpose to fulfill and a reason for being and one must persevere in hope until that is achieved.

The Ultimate Lesson

The ultimate lesson the super heroes have the ability to teach, perhaps without intending to, is a spiritual one. Yes, you read that right — a spiritual lesson. Cap’s line in the new movie when he’s told the bad guy is a “god’ is confident and quite clear: “There’s only one God, m’am, and I’m certain He doesn’t dress like that.” If you know anything about Steve Rogers/Captain America, you’ll know this statement is quite in keeping with his character and it points to a larger truth in the genre, (perhaps especially with the Marvel characters, whom we are partial to in this house) and that is that while not every super hero believes in God or even has any direct faith at all, every super hero believes in something higher than himself, a higher power,  a greater good which points towards truth. In general, they operate in the realm of natural law in terms of morals. To read or watch the super heroes is not to be preached at. But it is to encounter characters with very real moral struggles and weaknesses in constant pursuit of goodness and truth — and this truth is not relative. Watching them wrestle with these dilemmas and the influence of clear and present evil helps us examine how we handle our own moral crises and why. It forces us to ask what we believe and to question if how we live reflects those beliefs, or if we are living a lie.

It doesn’t take a genius to see the parallels between the great line that Stan Lee (via Voltaire) wrote for Spider Man — “With great power comes great responsibility”  – and Jesus’ words in Matthew 13:12 — “To whom much is given, much will be asked.”

I rest my case…..

But come to think of it, the Avengers and the X-Men and the Green Lantern Corps don’t need me, or anyone else, to defend them. Their stories — both in words and actions — speak for themselves.

Crossover: An Interview With The New Noblewoman’s Amanda Millay Lanier

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Today I’m over at my other blog, one tiny violet, with an exclusive interview with Amanda Millay Lanier, founder and editor of the gorgeous new online magazine, The New Noblewoman (TNN). Amanda is a gifted and intelligent writer, journalist, and creative visionary with a unique idea for revolutionizing women’s media. Her initial foray, TNN, is a visually stunning and intellectually engaging magazine, with articles that emphasize the beauty of a woman’s mind, heart, and soul rather than simply focusing on exterior her beauty. I’ve been impressed by the quality and diversity of Amanda’s writing. Her vision for the magazine is singular and, I believe, deserves wholehearted support amongst the dearth of popular and uninspired media offerings directed towards women.

Please come over to meet Amanda and make the time to stay awhile, read the interview, and then stop by to visit The New Noblewoman!

A Poem For Your Pocket

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How long has it been since you’ve read (lingered over) a poem? How long since you’ve shared one? Or (gasp!) written one? How long has it been since you embraced the rewarding work of committing a beautiful poem to memory? “Too long,” you think, in answer to all of the above…..and perhaps feel bereft of something necessary but inexplicable…..

Tomorrow can be a day to change all that and fill the void. Its National Poem In Your Pocket Day and Poets.org has everything you need to give the gift of poetry to yourself, your family, children, and friends.

The Gift of Poetry

I’ve written before about the great gift poetry can be, both as an expression of beauty and hope in this fragile world, as well as how it can assist in sharpening and refining the writer’s skill and ease with words. In a culture in which so much of our thinking and perception is reduced to ambiguous sound bytes and abbreviated made-up acronyms that barely resemble what they mean to suggest (l.o.l. — really?) poetry and the deep immersion in thought, emotion, and lived experience it reflects is, I would argue, crucial to our maintaining a sense of human dignity and reverence for language and the existence it signifies.

I was blessed to grow up surrounded by poetry and the written word. My grandparents saw to it that I had the best books to satisfy a burgeoning craving for literature that was evidenced from a very young age. And my grandfather, a skilled orator and lover of words with a poet’s heart, would regularly burst in dramatic recitations of Hamlet‘s soliloquies and speeches, Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade,” Poe’s “The Raven,” and any random bit by his beloved Robert Service. He held me in awe and taught me many lessons about life and language from these great pieces. And he gave me a great gift in that I remember what he shared even now. He took a serious interest in my early efforts to write and he read everything I scribbled with enthusiasm, always encouraging and giving me helpful feedback. Later, whether I was charged with choosing a poem to memorize and recite in front of my English class peers, learning to recite a scene from Shakespeare, or committing to memory and reciting Chaucer’s Prologue to the Canterbury Tales in perfect Middle English as a final for my university exams, my grandfather was there to coach me and help me see the beauty and truth in the task I’d been given. He always told me it was important to commit poems or bits of poetry to memory because that way you could carry them with you always and share them with others. Ever faithful, they’d be there when you needed them, proffering their gift of beauty immutably.

That is the beauty of National Poem In Your Pocket Day. What poem will you choose as a gift to yourself? What poem will you share?

A Poetic Meditation For Writers, II

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years –

Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres

Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt

Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure

Because one has only learnt to get the better of words

For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which

One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate

With shabby equipment always deteriorating

In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,

Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer

By strength and submission, has already been discovered

Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope

To emulate – but there is no competition –

There is only the fight to recover what has been lost

And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions

That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

From section V, “East Coker,” in Four Quartets, by T.S. Eliot

Cheers! Just Published

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As writers we have to celebrate and encourage one another in the long lonely journey to share our work with the world. Writing is a singular art form — we have no visible apparatus that distinguishes us and sets us apart, nothing visible that demonstrates our craft to the world. Unless of course, we are able to publish. So I’d like to congratulate my friend and fellow wordsmith, Kathryn Martins, on having her story “There” picked up and published by the online magazine Contrary. Kathryn is a gifted writer whose work packs a visceral punch. At times nostalgic, at times haunting, always thought-provoking, Kathryn is a true artist and lover of words and sentence craft, so do make time to check out her story and also her beautiful blog.

Congratulations, Kathryn! It’s a pleasure to know you and to read your work. May this success be the first of many. Cheers!

“Hannibal Lecter” Speaks: 10 Reasons Why A Writer Should Listen

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Sir Anthony Hopkins recently spoke at an impromptu gathering of students at Thomas Aquinas College in Ojai, California. While his talk emphasized the dramatic arts, Hopkins gifts in poetry, painting, and musical composition also come to bear here. Thus, there is much to be gleaned for artists of all types, including writers. The talk is about one hour in length, and while hyper-speed hackles may bristle at the investment of time, I’ve come up with 10 great reasons why making the investment will ensure great returns for your own creative practice.

1. He does Hamlet‘s “To sleep, perchance to dream” speech off the cuff, beautifully…

2. He wisely and humbly speaks about the necessity of living in the present moment.

3. He is an inspiring model of the consummate artist — something all of us should strive to be, regardless of the type of craft we practice.

4. He reminds us not to look at the end product so much as at deeply experiencing the process of creation.

5. He emphasizes that the artist PRACTICES constantly until he is so comfortable with his medium that he can “relax” in his craft — this does not mean the artist becomes lazy, but rather that the artist becomes open and free of obstacles.

6. He understands the artist must often work in spite of and not because of his “feelings” about the piece.

7. He has a deep understanding of the spirituality of art, especially of Shakespeare, which grows and deepens through age and experience.

8. He intuits the deep level of education and formation the immersion in one’s craft can bring about in an individual.

9. He reminds us not to take ourselves so seriously, while still respecting the intensity of the work and joy in practicing one’s craft.

10. It’s Anthony Hopkins. . . why WOULDN’T you want to listen?

Bonus: For film buffs, especially of the Psycho variety, you’ll especially enjoy hearing Hopkins discuss the unique challenges and opportunities for artistic growth in his new project.

A Poetic Meditation For Writers

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Words move, music moves

Only in time; but that which is only living

Can only die. Words, after speech, reach

Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,

Can words or music reach

The stillness, the Chinese jar still

Moves perpetually in its stillness.

Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,

Not that only, but the co-existence,

Or say that the end precedes the beginning,

And the end and the beginning were always there

Before the beginning and after the end.

And all is always now. Words strain,

Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,

Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,

Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,

Will not stay still. Shrieking voices

Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,

Always assail them. The Word in the desert

Is most attacked by voices of temptation,

The crying shadow in the funeral dance,

The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.

– from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Taking a Break

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"Old Letters and Dead Leaves," by Claude Andrew Calthrop

For my regular readers, I wanted to let you know I’ll be on retreat for the next six weeks, spending some much-needed time on my novel, reflecting on my plans for the blog, and generally getting my head screwed back on straight. I’ve been finding I’m spread a bit thin, perhaps losing some perspective, and need to spend a bit of time regrouping and prioritizing better. A retreat is definitely in order. I’ll be back posting again around the first or middle part of April.