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"All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, Fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames.
- These must all be Fairy names !"

(from Child's Garden of Verses
by R.L. Stevenson)


"Anyone can write a short-story.
A bad one, I mean."

(R.L. Stevenson)
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"Science without conscience is the Soul's perdition."
- Francois Rabelais, Pantagruel
- Acc to/above is citated from: Medical Apartheid. The dark history of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present, by Harriet A. Washington (Doubleday ; 2006 ; p. 1.)

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"In the high society of the first half of the century, marriage, despite it's bestowal status upon the wife, was the most absurdity. Marriage, conferring instanteous rank or money, ... lost most of its prestige and moment right after the wedding. ...By the end of the century, spurred by Rousseau's moralistic Nouvelle Hèloíse, a contrary cult, that of virtue, arose. After 1770 conjugal and maternal love became not merely admissible, but, for some, moral imperatives. ...

[...]
...Rousseau, who sought for himself the crown of morality in ostensibly defending marriage, presents in his Nouvelle Hèloíse the most enticing and extended defense of illicit love ever penned. The root of the problem is that as the century progressed sensibility became confused with morality: passionate feeling, if expressed in a highly civilized mode with grace and nuance, makes us forgive the Rousseau of The Confessions, for example, his pettiness, his jealousies, his betrayals. This moral-amoral byplay, present already in the novels of Richardson, was to be more intense as the century unfolded."
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Madelyn Gutwirth : Madame De Staèl, Novelist. The emergence of the Artist as Woman (10,15.)

;
"...As the social contract seems tame in comparison with war, so fucking and sucking come to seem merely nice, and therefore unexciting. ... To be 'nice', as to be civilized, means being alienated from this savage experience - which is entirely staged. [...] The rituals of domination and enslavement being more and more practiced, the art that is more and more devoted to rendering their themes, are perhaps only a logical extension of an affluent society's tendency to turn every part of people's lives into a taste, a choice; to invite them to regard their very lives as a (life) style." - Susan Sontag , on 'Fascinating Fascism' (-74; p 103;104-5 at Under the sign of Saturn)
; "Anyone who cannot give an account to oneself of the past three thousand years remains in darkness, without experience, living from day to day." (Goethe) - as cited by Sontag (on same compile; p. 137.)

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"It is widely accepted that we are now living in the 'Anthropocene', a new geological epoch in which the Earth's ecosystems and climate are being fundamentally altered by the activities of humans. I loathe the term, but I can't deny that it's appropriate."
; (Goulson), Silent Earth : Averting the Insect Apocalypse (2021; p 47.)
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"It is sometimes said that humanity is at war with nature, but the word 'war' implies a two-way conflict. Our chemical onslaught on nature is more akin to genocide. It is small wonder that our wildlife is in decline."
; (Goulson, 2021 ; 118.)
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"If we believe absurdities, we shall commit atrocities." (Voltaire)
- Citated from; (Joy, Melanie), Why We Love Dogs, Eat Pigs and Wear Cows : An Introduction to Carnism(2010; p. 95.)
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"In the presence of the monster, you have eyes and ears for nothing else."
; (Flora Tristan) : London Journal of Flora Tristan: the Aristocracy and the Working Class of England ; 1842-edit. (tr: 1982. ; p. 71.)

;
"Every minority invokes justice, and justice is liberty.
A party can be judged of only by the doctrine which
it professes when it is the strongest."
Mdme de Staêl
(on) 'Consideration sur le Révolution de la Francaise' [1818]


4/17/15

The MSW Book Recommendation 44 ; 'Between the Struggle and Respite'




Jean Rhys. Life and Work.
by Caroline Angier
; p. 1990 (Andre Deutsch) ; 762 p. (658 text, addit. notes, bibl.)

; Accomp./ Addit. read:
Smile Please. An unfinished Autobiography.
(Jean Rhys)
; p. 1979 (Andre Deutsch) ; 179 p.

[ ; ...+ (Addit):
Jean Rhys, Letters 1931-1966 ; 313 p., fp. 1984 (Also by Andre Deutsch).] 

 
The truth is that for most men about this time Imperialism, or at least patriotism, was a substitute for religion. Men believed in the British Empire precisely because they had nothing else to believe in. ...And what I wish to attest, merely as witness to the fact, is that background of all the world was not merely atheism, but atheist orthodoxy, and even atheist respectability.” 
 ; Chesterton (G.K., 1874-1937.) , on his Autobiography ( p. 1937 ; of p. 145-6)

'Sacré Florainé', muttered the Chevalier. He looked at a swedish couple at the next table, at the bald american by the door, and at the hairy Anglo-Saxon novelist in the corner, and thought that they were a strange looking lot, and exceedingly depressing. (Quelles guegles qu'ils ont, was how he put it.) The place was full, but he was certainly the only French client. Then he felt a draught: someone had come in and left the door open. He turned to scowl, and, as he did so, the girl who had entered walked past him and sat down in the chair opposite. She took possession of his table, as it were, without looking at him and with only a slight gesture of apology. Evidently another foreigner. But the presence of a youthful female was soothing, and his ill humour vanished. She was a tall, blonde girl, not beautiful, not pretty, not chic; nevertheless, there was something. The Chevalier, who was used to labelling women accurately, decided that she was of the species femme du monde. Then he began to feel sure that she was an artist, a painter, one of those young people who come to Paris with the express purpose of making the fortunes of all the hotel and restaurant proprietors of the quartier Montparnasse.

[…] That lady observed him carefully with the eyes of an intelligent monkey; she was thin, elegant and wore pearls, which, if real, were certainly worth having, He spoke lengthly and fluently.
'Sorry mon vieux,' she said when he had finished. 'Business is bad just now. Besides one never sees you except you want money.'
'Then it's no ?' he demanded.
'For the moment, impossible.'
'Very well, we won't speak of it.' 
  ; ...from 'The Chevalier of the Place Blanche', a story 
(...'much-adapted translation of one written by Edouard de Néve', ...acc. Jean Rhys.)


                                         
   Her novels work like poems,
evoking enormously more than they actually say.” 
 (; Angier, of p. 198.)

[Recommendation(s) II / 2015]



Biography, book cover.
; As I sometime earlier did mention, often been my intention from provide here some additional life-stories/biographies. Seems now, only accidentally I suppose, us having (yet) selected a few biographies of British author. Even that I recall, sometime earlier to had promised not provide any more recoms on those. ...Guess'll that this can go for some unavoidable exception. 'Briton fiction' most easily approachable (For someone w. limited language skills, such as mine.) And (these) were selected as biographical writing, principally.

; Besides, seems that Jean Rhys (1890-1979) born at the Dominican Republic (If the place still has that name, formerly Santo Domingo) appears usually seen or represented as a main example of an author to colonial fiction. (Even that she lived most her days at British isles.) Well, on one from the Rhys's short-story compilations I then discovered listing about bunch of the other writers from Caribbean region, almost each and everyone some that I've not any prior reading experiences, or even hadn't ever heard from. Contained a few familiar sounding names, perhaps some like Reid, Naipaul...and poss. few others. Wordly fiction, even of some past decades, seems indeed appear a wider sea to sail. But I guess that also must've been, at the time on 1970s, of some part due the araised interest to Jean Rhys' writing.
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; 'Lives that look like movies and books...' ; Explanatique – Biographies appear behold various problems to their writers, as well as for the reader, I think. It's always a bit imaginary or questionable whether a book, from any lenght, could be assumed to comprise (even summarily) all the essentials from any persons life. Even on such massive volume than are the 762 pages of Angiers biography. (Of course, it's not even considered possible or intended purpose on the limits of any biography.) ; And, it's then always quite doubful whether selected parts – as any biography always comprises of the selections - might represent the most important, the most truthful and the most essential aspects, about any life. (But to put that briefly: I noticed Augier's book well interesting an effort, w. even all these slight 'reservations' I nowadays tend to put on any popular fictionist/cultural writings. And I don't mean it an understatement that her 'portrayal' from Jean Rhys's life makes also very entertative reading. Probably better than most)

; I guess I must also remark, of not had any prior familiarity of/from Jean Rhys or even about her fiction. Actually, I've not even read any of her novels, yet. (Really, not even that world-renown and praised Wide Sargasso Sea, p. 1966, which seems launched her 'rediscovery' at that time. But I read a larger number of those, I suppose, equally good or even better short-stories by her writing.) Wouldn't of course surprise much, if there since that having appeared amount from newer research Jean Rhys fiction (Angier's book was published already at the early 1990s.). But I've not any better knowledge or familiarity about that either. And guess I'm not even that interested.

Anyway, I actually read quite various bios before settling to the(se) of Jean Rhys. For example, I – superficially, but casually – read a few actress-biographies (of Louise Brooks', and from Bette Davis). Then I even also considered a biography of Edith Piaf for to read. Noticed then the book I had picked rather more sort of compilation on her recordings of the latter years, and left it unread. Finally, perhaps after glancing from still few other life-stories, I decided our major interest here on fiction/literature, so selecting on these was in the last instance quite easy a choice.
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; 'The corrupted concrete heart of the British Empire' (ca 1900 A.D.) ...But I'm also to mention, that reading (about Jean's life) then actually awoked on me an interest of to view slight more from some topics/personnel of that time (The restless early decades from 1900s, etc...) I then fx (but shortly) viewed also biographies from a couple late Victorian/'early modern'-authors, ie of the Ford Madox Ford (1873-1939), and, G.K.Chesterton (Autobiography).
; Feels that both from them, writing ca the 1920/30s, had some longing for that gone past century and that – nowadays so fictional - Victorian era. Yet these authors, (possibly) couldn't also had been for more different personnels in comparison. Much of an opposites by 'strategies' at their writing or from attitudes towards their own times: Ford Madox, sort of, looking forward, and, Chesterton looking backwards. (...now making this distinction, then - Wells? ...guess we can say he was then looking to the future - not for the oncoming times, but towards some utopic modernity. And Conrad? Guess, he was looking at the present. ...On a manner popular on the preceded years/century – observing his contemporaries. Like the authors always do, of course, but in fact seems he's usually classed to an older generation of writers, also may have died prior WW I-years. ...Actually having lived btw 1857-1924.) And the others, who knows, these just some...characterizations of mine.

; ...On Chesterton I devote some words here, even though him, or his writings, don't anyhow (directly) relate on our main recoms at this. But Chesterton's bio as well makes a good readable 'introduction' from that era of transition. Fx, seems he appear valuing just occasionally (I-o-w, there's fx that very aged, 'Victorian-manner' of using respective terminology on peoples by some 'merit', typically used when he refers to some his 'literary peers'. But generally, supposing, that often used about any older personnels – fx Mr. Wells and Mr. Belloc ; Mrs. Besant, etc...) Actually it now leaves quite quite funny impression. And the autobiography sometimes even more so, via that he's boring only when he's being the least serious. I mean not when he's being humoristic, telling jokes or stories, but occasionally when trying to 'lighten it a bit'. - What a man of paradoxes, indeed!! ...Actually, Chesterton says it best himself, via his example about the hearing public: ”...And though they would actually know that what you say is sense, if they thought about it sensibly, they cannot believe that anything decorated by an incidental joke can be sensible. Perhaps it explains why so many successful men are so dull – or why so many dull men are successful.” (p. 169).
However, I don't mean I'd found him boring, of course. Most cheerful man compared for many of the less talented but equally 'dead-serious' contemporaries. But I mean there's also always some strange kind feeling of to easily falling captive for his 'enchanting flow of words' when reading Chesterton. Even that he gives rather very honest impression, not any manner pleasing or trying to 'flatter' the reader. He's actually never sarcastic, and rarely ironic. If so, the explanation to that usually follows. Almost like a good churchman you feel you can trust, but still has a slight suspectfulness w. all your own suspicion concerning such uncontroversial morality.

; Seems to me also that Chesterton's many asserts against modern atheism and 'anti-morality' provides a lot interesting knowledge or views to his times. Many a references he makes about the typical cynicism and 'moral escapism', also describes his judgementary opinion of then fashionable and popular Fabianism (...fabianists lead by Bernard Shaw, 1856-1950, foremost apparently). Acc. the memoir of Chestertons: ”...I began arguing with Mr. Bernard Shaw in print almost as early as I began doing anything. It was about my Pro-Boer sympathies in the South African War. Those who do not understand what the Fabian political philosophy was may not realise that the leading Fabians were nearly all Imperialists.”
 
Yet, perhaps is worth mention that, likewise, 'unca Chesterton'also sometimes seem held (of relative) conservative opinioning. Fx he's noted disfavored the female suffrage, also of been rather old-fashioned from attitudes on some other 'modern liberal' ideas. (And on fx such 'novelties' as was the jazz. At some occasion of his writings, judges the new background music at cafeteries to a noisy, disturbing kind, etc...but that's naturally quite some matter of taste.) ; Also, seems him been claimed from anti-semitic attitudes, sometimes. At the Autobiography Chesterton naturally denies any of that for false accusation. ...Would of course appear quite paradoxical if we'd say Chesterton, the lax lay theologian, to have favored some atheistic totalitarianism(s). So I just notice him said from actually having comdemned Hitler's rise. (But acc. some, and like many cultural personnel of the time, also is said at first admired Mussolini.) ; Of more precisely, I just guess, that we can trace some origin for his discriminative attitudes also of that intellectual background on western literary tradition(s). ...Fx, Defoe and Dickens seem cultivated of resembling stereotypic characteristics at some from their novels and writing. Or, likewise one can find similarities to that on some French 1700s thinkers texts (Such as Voltaire and Rousseau, fx. Of Voltaire's part, fx, his fierce efforts against his own ages religious intolerance doesn't prevent him from using some stereotypical characterisations. No doubt w. ironic and exaggerating manner, but yet some part discriminatively. ...Even alongside on his commentaries directed against any religious discrimination and when suggesting to comtemporaries the broadminded attitude on any religious custom/beliefs, incl. also the various many non-christian religions. At the Rousseau it's more on the level of phrases, or idioms...I suppose.) In short, all of that not so apparent on Chesterton, but maybe also was by some part traceable for the past literary traditions he'd inherited.

; ...Series of view-points on Commonwealth ; pt VI.

; ...However, concerning his times politics and the political hypocrisies Chesterton also makes rather more interesting read. Fx, on Autobiography (p. 118-, until about p. 133) he writes about his youthful 'closeby' observations as the political journalist, during early century. Sometimes often provides also direct critique and on some place – I don't recall the exact pages for the moment – makes a short notice that actually a two-party system is generally not less bad and less undemocratic a system than would be one-party system. Indeed, quite much so, and one can learn lot about that early century of Chesterton's memoirs. Even while he sometimes might, at least occasionally, feel like some 'old Hippopotamus' to an author of 2oth century. ; ...And I guess it was also those times - Respectively, we easily find there was not so much to cheer and admire about at that 1930s. The Great Depression, the soon expected – and bit later realized – collapse in the course of civilizations. And the other aspects...
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; Alongside, this then 'awoked' some interest of mine for Ford Madox Ford, a short-time lover (also editor, publisher) for Jean Rhys around late 1920s, or early 1930s. ; However, that was, by some part, actually of Angier's commenting (on some page) them (Madox, Rhys) appearing the two 'greatest artist of selfpity in the British fiction'. In a way, albeit not very directly, perhaps it as well also descriptive for an era discussed. (The late imperialistic age, early 1900s.). However, I didn't read very extensively that biography of Ford Madox's. ; ...Guess it would've also been further enlightening on these aspect...but you know how it goes: ...I'm not really that exhausted as my years sometimes would seem to add up, but sometimes I feel not half the patriot I used to be, and besides, there's also flown lot of the water throughpast Thames-river ever since those days, and... (...Well, to be honest: Not a patriot at all, guess'll you can call me a compatriot if wish - It's a modern international era we'll living, w. all these global connections and everything else. Global citizenship nowadays popular, all kinds global knowledge the issue. ...So you can have all my sympathy for the selfpity, but not the slightest bit for any patriotic boasting.) ; And then all the side-consequences brought by our very modernity: the Mcdonaldsation. The noises and pollution. ….the rainy days and even worse weathers, hypocondria and rheumatism. ...And then there even was a leak in the bathroom, and only by accidentally I even happened befall to a few snacks and appetizers on my way home from Wolvampshire. And oh, how we ever came to cause so much harm for this world, I'm all so possessed by these unfortunate incidents. All the intrigue and ill-will. Luckily, I'm all in so bad conditions financially that I just don't even have any spare money for any of my well-intentions. (But, seriously, of course I've not much of any artistic skills, just a poor hack from the suburbs of this vast continental drift called modernity...)
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; 'The Whole Bag of Tricks' ...But, what shall I say of Jean Rhys (or her fiction) then? Typically, from having put quite lot words on Chesterton, seems now leave me w. slight lesser space to devote on her. ; Like noted priorly, I didn't actually read the novels, and Angier's bio comprises, of large parts, about chapters that focuse on relating them related for Jean's life-story/-incidents (So, I can't say much anything on that at this.) Anyhow, those short-fiction stories appear very recommendable as well. And also the autobiography. That early childhood memoir from the Dominican natures leaves one w. very heartfelling impression indeed. And the other chapters. Also, guess' we don't on these times of the tv's and networks so much recall that vast continuum from cultural inheritance, which occasionally – in the pasts – was probably felt from to lingering around. (...In the shadowy corners and via the old house-objects, I mean.)
; It's also probably correct say that anyone, possibly, who authors an autoportraiture has the latest, final word on his/her own life, after all. So, I selected also Jean's self-biography for the recoms on this as well. Fragmentary and perhaps incomplete that it is, makes an informative read if wish have a bit more comprehensive glance concerning her fiction too.

; ...Of course, and again by no coincidence, reading the bio (Angier) and Jean Rhys's short-stories I noticed there certain major similarity on Rhys for that author-persona from that imperialist era, Stevenson, R.L. (Whose fiction and biography on our recoms 32, ...plus 'the half', at earlier chapters). It's possibly/likely, due because of that colonial view-point both authors are read by. But probably as well of some other reasons. ; ...What first comes for mind, are at least the similariness on the early childhood experiences (also incl. denial/neglect), and then that 'Victorianic dark sphere' (...or smtgh.) Then there's of course the bad moods/illnesses. And at their writing a certain common straightforwardness. 'Rebellionism'. Not the least, also the adventures... And smtgh else of similar kind also. However, fx there's bunch of the major differences as well. Jean Rhys fx lived on the modern age, at preceded century mostly, while Stevenson remains amongst those iconic authors of the (romanticed) past era (That same, whose values or virtues Chesterton seemed so much 'yearned' at the memoir of his. Well not one-sidedly, though.) ; ...Maybe it's then also some part that romanticism and sentimentalism, the distant tropical islands and seas. But it's also that commoness at that imagination part, which I can't seem to better catch by any words on this. (Their) common ambivalence on experiences at life under some double-standards and -morals...or smtgh like that. Some contradictions about the inherited emotional idealism and the 'bad tempests' against the normative social 'mode'. ; Guess I'll leave my guessings on that...and now turn my reading eye for her novels. (W-G.)
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[; PS.(later added.), ...But I actually read that collection of her letters, listed on above. For an interested it's a quite enchanting, all in all. Of course, generally most of it is available/mentioned on Augier's bio too. (Collection seems appeared soon after Rhys's death.) So it doesn't provide much an additional information. But for an interested, not less a good read. (I've also considered, for a change, some resembling correspondences books - perhaps of some historical importance - to some main recom here, I mean. But the problem is that I've not read too extensively of those. Of course there's various many alternatives...Jean Rhys-letters are at least very enjoyable to read because she wasn't too productive a 'lettrist'. One gets the scope of incidents from her life, not is flooded by most irrational details and contemplations. And also - lot of nice expressions, terms and sayings. I mean...the letters seem contains the same compact use of the words, much similar to her 'style' on fiction.) ; However, overally, I also think that most biographers (and, esp. the researchers and historians...) tend put too much weight on peoples words or opinions expressed on correspondence and other similar material. Often that's quite understandable, on many cases that's only what available from certain past period/otherways obscure times, etc. But that just for some mention...read it too for some fun and also provided me some funny moments - Reason to this lenghty addit. ]


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