I think the best novelists are perhaps necessarily not the smartest ones. It's the ones who find pleasure in representing what's a challenge to make beautiful. I don't believe Tolstoy was a genius, as in all-around smart guy. I feel he recognized he had a genius FOR a certain kind of expression and this helped him tackle some of the preoccupations (with theories of history etc) that he was less genius at. Novelists for example like Iris Murdoch, William T. Vollman, maybe Richard Powers, strike me as so innately and broadly intelligent that their work is arid in some basic way: it wants to be a philosophical treatise, an encyclopedic history etc, instead of a story told with some representational acumen as a way for the author to see and make communion with an imagined readership, which is what those with this limited gift accomplish, writing books that live.
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"A man's intelligence is his soil." - WS "A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent" - WB "Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd" -WB "The Sun must bear no name, gold flourisher, but be in the difficulty that it is to be." - WS
Sunday, November 29, 2009
art = eloquence about something loved
could be the meanest, roughest subject, but this holds true I think
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tgiving
Hart given foxtail and alligator skirt; tossing doll twice into chandelier; Sevi doing puzzles. Twice walking perimeter of wet meadow; fox sighting; relaxed feast w Esty burns Adrien G&G
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Idea: bear
Talking at dinner party with friends about a bear, and the friends don't know what bear means.
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Book: Ethan Frome
A powerful page-turner with such a vivid premise. The ending to me is a caricaturish violation, a real letdown. If that's any indication of Wharton's strengths as a writer I wouldn't bother with the longer works.
Book: Essays by Wallace Shawn
Striking in the way it makes you think about the war, about the bubble of the elites. Committed to truthfulness, engagingly written. Turned me on to Mark Strand. Ends on kind of a week note about Shawn's sex writing, about which we're supposed to be familiar? As to being understood and acceptance, it does come back to me that I simply failed to stay awake during the Designated Mourner--couldn't make it through that. Still, Shawn is one of a kind--you feel as if you know him and count him among the most valued friends.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Albert Finney
struck me after watching Miller's Crossing again, first time in probably a decade, Finney at that age would have been perfect for Beecher. Who else today is like him?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Seeking Water, Seeking Shelter
Dutch meal at Old First, rabbit, spoon bread etc, Kids loved it
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
the more you ARE something
the more you AREN'T something else...reified one way, open to error and attack
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