Last Friday I lunched at the Fairway Caf
Archives for July 2006
TT: Almanac
“I don’t recall who said it, that a corpse is all-powerful, afraid of no one. All the living want and ever hope to achieve the dead already have–complete peace, total independence. There were times when I was terrified of death. You couldn’t mention the word in my presence. When I bought a newspaper, I quickly skipped over the obituaries. The notion that I would one day stop eating, breathing, thinking, reading, seemed so horrible that nothing in life agreed with me any more. Then gradually I began to make peace with the concept of death, and more than that–death became the solution to all problems, actually my ideal. Today when I’m brought the newspapers I quickly turn to the obituaries. When I read that someone has died, I envy him. The reasons I don’t commit suicide are first, Haiml–I want to go together with him–and second, death is too important to absorb all at once. It is like a precious wine to be savored slowly. Those who commit suicide want to escape death once and for all. But those who aren’t cowards learn to enjoy its taste.”
Isaac Bashevis Singer, Shosha
OGIC: 300 books
Books have me cornered. I thought I had them cornered, in the sense that those for which there wasn’t room in any of my six bookcases were relegated to steadily growing stacks in every available corner of the apartment. But when a new air conditioner arrived a couple of weeks ago, it robbed me of one of these corners, and what I have now is six stacks of books in the environs of the middle of my dining room. And I’m taking refuge in…a corner. So the tables have turned. I’m cool, but I’m cornered.
It’s too much. Some books have to go. One hundred books will not make a ding, let alone a dent. Realizing this, I decided that I would make it my mission to excise a neat 200 and grab back some of the air in here. But if I can rid myself of 200, the train of thought chugged along, then surely 300 is within reach? Just imagine all the lovely unfilled space! I always have believed that books do decorate a room, but towering stacks of them, I now see, do something else entirely to it. I must be getting old: for the first time in my life, I’m actually feeling a little abashed about the number of books in here and the space they–frankly, not all that attractively–take up. When did I get like this?
No matter when the new aesthetic took root or what it says about me. It’s here, and 300 books must go. I condemned 42 already today. So far it has been easy enough to say goodbye; what’s slowing me down are the keepers. Books I haven’t looked at, let alone looked into, in years. Books I forgot I owned. Books that not only aren’t going anywhere but that I just have to read right away, dropping everything. A lot of these books are going to figure in my posting in the near future as I ease my way back into blogging regularly. Some of the discards will no doubt make appearances as well.
For now, a general observation. I was a graduate student in English for many years but have not been for a little more than a year now. When you’re a graduate student–especially if you’re me–you buy books very nearly indiscriminately from new and used bookstores. You pick up free books from the box outside Powell’s or a box left outside a faculty office. You go to the annual library sale and go a little nuts. You must have books. Wanting to read a book is not a necessary condition for buying it; merely anticipating wanting to read it at some undesignated time in the future will do.
For one thing, having the right books gives you a sense of belonging and being in the know. More substantially, there’s almost nothing you can’t imagine possibly, somehow, at some point, helping you with your research, if you only have it at hand at the right time. (Actually, this outlook explains a lot about why my dissertation was doomed. There’s never not something else you can and should read, there’s always important stuff you don’t know.) Buying books added hope and subtracted anxiety. I hadn’t read a certain Raymond Williams book? That was bad. But merely buying the book, I discovered, made me feel halfway better. When my unfamiliarity with the material became a real roadblock, there it would be, readable on the spot. This, folks, is the way to amass a truly unmanageable and largely unread library.
It is also the way to amass a library that is eminently shrinkable. At this point I feel ready to part with many of the books I acquired as a striving graduate student, laughing rather than crying inside. There are many I’m keeping, as well: for instance, anything to do with Henry James, who was the subject of just one of my dissertation chapters–but the only one I was really interested in. Other schoolish volumes making the cut today were critical books on poetry and on the novels of Sir Walter Scott, and books by T. Jackson Lears, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, and Michael McKeon. Leading the rolls of the evictees were journal issues and edited volumes. Trust me, nothing says “throw me out the window quick” quite like an academic edited volume, especially one whose title involves the prefix “re-“.
Today’s keepable? A little book that is the antithesis of all the revisioning, remaking, and rethinking books. A model of economy, clarity, and immediacy. I only regret that I can’t include the pictures as I leave you with a few highlights from this classic for all time.
C D B!
D B S A B-Z B.
O, S N-D!
K-T S X-M-N-N D N-6.
I M N D L-F-8-R
For random CDB! pages complete with Steig’s wonderful drawings, go here and click on “Surprise Me!” on the left-hand side. You will be all delight.
TT: Almanac
“I love my country because it is mine.”
Stephan Orbelian (quoted in Rex Stout, Death of a Dude)
TT and OGIC: Temporarily elsewhere
Like many of you, the proprietors of “About Last Night” are taking Monday and Tuesday off (except for the daily almanac quote, without which life as we know it would grind to a halt). We’ll be back on Wednesday.
If you’re hungry for art-related content, take a look at the right-hand column, where you’ll find a number of new items in “The TT-OGIC Top Five,” “Out of the Past,” and “Teachout in Commentary,” plus several additions to “Sites to See” and a fresh link in “Teachout Elsewhere.”
Enjoy. And be careful with those fireworks! See you at mid-week.
TT: Almanac
“It had rained during the night and the sky hung overcast and dark as dusk; in the trolley the lights had been turned on. All the faces appeared grim and preoccupied. Everyone seemed to be taking account, wondering at the start of another day, what’s the sense of all this effort, and where does it lead to? I imagined that by some common sensitivity they all realized the same mistake and were asking,
TT: Public service
If you didn’t get a chance to see the original Broadway production of The Light in the Piazza, which closed yesterday afternoon, fear not: Adam Guettel’s exquisite musical version of Elizabeth Spencer’s novella goes on tour starting August 1 at San Francisco’s Orpheum Theatre.
For a complete list of cities, theaters, and dates, go here.