Saturday, October 13, 2012

Beginnings …

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“I like the dark part of the night,
after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping,
in a way can stop time, can have it so
~ this has always been my dream
~ so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done,
like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.”
~Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

Why Read the Classics?

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October 2012
Why Are You Reading The Classics?
Finding an article on from the Atlantic, I agree with with the author’s definition being as close to my own reasons to read and reread the classics. Reading in itself is a treasured experience for myself – a comfortable pillow with a propped up arm holding a book, I read lines from a characters day and a past time. I find I am removed from present circumstances to a time of clear scenery. I can almost feel the descriptions of fine clothing and furniture. I can hear the music being played on a piano. I can smell the bouquet of roses setting on the piano and if I close my eyes I can touch the lace beneath the flower vase. I am influenced by words and have a sense of belonging to the damp nights of rain or the meadows of blue wild flowers in late spring. I belong to the 19th century as my father can be a squire, a stern parson, or the s gamekeeper. I belong to the long walks with the loyal bird dog and the winter evenings in front of the fire filling the room with the warmth of sizzling oak logs. The classics define who I am, past, present and future.
What, exactly, is a classic, and why should we care?
Italian writer Italo Calvino addresses this in his book Why Read the Classics? (public library) — a sort of “classic” in its own right
In this collection of essays on classical literature, Calvino also produces these 14 definitions of a “classic”:
1. The classics are those books about which you usually hear people saying: ‘I’m rereading…’, never ‘I’m reading….’
2. The Classics are those books which constitute a treasured experience for those who have read and loved them; but they remain just as rich an experience for those who reserve the chance to read them for when they are in the best condition to enjoy them.
3. The classics are books which exercise a particular influence, both when they imprint themselves on our imagination as unforgettable, and when they hide in the layers of memory disguised as the individual’s or the collective unconscious.
4. A classic is a book which with each rereading offers as much of a sense of discovery as the first reading.
5. A classic is a book which even when we read it for the first time gives the sense of rereading something we have read before.
6. A classic is a book which has never exhausted all it has to say to its readers.
7. The classics are those books which come to us bearing the aura of previous interpretations, and trailing behind them the traces they have left in the culture or cultures (or just in the languages and customs) through which they have passed.
8. A classic is a work which constantly generates a pulviscular cloud of critical discourse around it, but which always shakes the particles off.
9. Classics are books which, the more we think we know them through hearsay, the more original, unexpected, and innovative we find them when we actually read them.
10. A classic is the term given to any book which comes to represent the whole universe, a book on a par with ancient talismans.
11. ‘Your’ classic is a book to which you cannot remain indifferent, and which helps you define yourself in relation or even in opposition to it.
12. A classic is a work that comes before other classics; but those who have read other classics first immediately recognize its place in the genealogy of classic works.
13. A classic is a work which relegates the noise of the present to a background hum, which at the same time the classics cannot exist without.
14. A classic is a work which persists as a background noise even when a present that is totally incompatible with it holds sway.
Reblogged from The Atlantic

Austen in August


For the month of August hosted by, Roof Beam Reader, there is an exciting reading event , Austen In August. For the event I plan to read , Becoming Jane Austen, by Jon Spence. I am a late bloomer to Jane Austen and her novels which started in my early forties. My favorite novel is Mansfield Park. I have since read all her novels and many books concerning all things Jane. I am truly looking forward to this event hosted by Adam.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speaking incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannical, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.
~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

written: August 2nd, 2012


Becoming Jane Austen – Jon Spence

The history of Jane Austen and in particular the women within the family unit proves to capture the reader in the first chapter. I am gathering the plight of women throughout the family was very difficult, indeed. I also find Jane Austen’s ancestors strong in character and with a will for much more than survival.

As I read further I found many of her writing techniques are formed through family events both personal and social. The chapters continue to reach deeper into the young writer – the struggles of many children, very little money and a dependency of relying on the kindness of others.

I became very intrigued with the chapter entitled, Work. Within the chapters of ‘Mansfield Park’ the quandary of the female can be recognized through the character of ‘Fanny Price’. The typical opinion of most readers leans toward the character being a people pleaser, an appeaser. I disagree. Edmund visits his cousin Fanny in her room which was at one time the children’s nursery – the furniture was that of a child, much too small for Fanny, now a young woman. I feel it symbolizes her growth both physically and mentally. It can also be said perhaps she has matured past the family members who reside in other parts of the mansion, Mansfield Park.

page 193 – “Nothing is fixed and definite and paradoxically the appearance of everything being so heightens our sense that it is not.”

Through her novels we see a constant in the limited choices woman had which is a driving force through Jane Austen’s novels. I thoroughly enjoyed the depth of Jon Spence’s writing.