Pause

I seem to have been almost inactive here for a few weeks. Unfortunately I have not been holed up in a hermit’s forest cave with my books and a bottle of scotch. Too much work rather than too much leisure is the culprit, and when I do find some free time I can’t bear to spend it pecking at a keyboard or staring at a screen. I do plan a glorious return. Hopefully that happens soon.

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Marginalia, no.341

But she had been a person to him, and the unbearable pathos of details and habit stabbed him with all the small daggers of bereavement.

~ G.K. Chesteron, ‘The Eye of Apollo’ (from The Innocence of Father Brown)

Early this week I learned of the death of D.G. Myers. He was an occasional reader of this blog, which I considered a great compliment. I was a very dedicated reader of his, which was no compliment at all but only his due. I didn’t really know him. I knew only that part of him which he communicated by words. Looking over those words again I nonetheless feel the small daggers of his loss. He was a person to me.

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Opera singers rehearsing at Lewisohn Stadium in New York City, 1916

It was the end of a brilliant career when, straining for a low note, Gloria accidentally summoned the ghost of last night’s cabbage soup.

Opera singers rehearsing at Lewisohn Stadium, NYC, 1916. Library of Congress.

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Marginalia, no.340

Before I was pope I believed in Papal infallibility, now I feel it.

~ Pope Pius IX

And so history was gifted with another important entry for the Catalog of Things Which Can Only Have Been Uttered by Unmarried Persons.

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In my latest for The Dabbler I get cozy with the idea that reading a good book is better than writing one.

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Man sitting in art gallery alone, circa late 1800s.

Though blind, he spent all day in the gallery eating ginger candies and whistling snippets of birdsong.

Unknown museum, presumably in Sydney, Aus. (date unknown).

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Reading Lytton Strachey

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Eminent Victorians, Lytton Strachey

In one of the more famous take-downs in the history of biography, Lytton Strachey sets out to slay the sainted beast of a golden age in the persons of four representative figures, and he mostly succeeds. It may be hard for us to appreciate the feat at this distance (Eminent Victorians was published in 1918); the memory of that once-imposing Jabberwock – the Victorian era – is well faded. The fading itself, however, owes something to Strachey. The section on Cardinal Manning makes an irreverent history of the Oxford Movement, illustrating the sandpit dangers of odium theologicum and the mutual jealousies of worldly-wise politicians (Manning) and otherworldly mystics (John Henry Newman). In Strachey’s Florence Nightingale we find a woman so dogged in her work, and yet so doggedly hampered by her sex, that she runs a man to death. Thomas Arnold, the education reformer and headmaster of Rugby School, makes Strachey’s briefest subject. The best, however, is reserved for last in “The End of General Gordon.” And here’s why I say that Strachey “mostly” but not entirely succeeds in his take-down, because for all his personal misalignments Strachey’s Gordon Pasha (like Nightingale to a degree) is nonetheless an object of legitimate awe, even when his goals seem to us culpably eccentric. Through the whole volume – and in prose as crystalline as Edmund Gosse’s Father and Son, a book with thematic similarities – the message is clear: A culture is no less likely than an individual to fail in suspicion of its own motives or to manufacture divine endorsement of its most selfish desires, though thousands perish in consequence.

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