Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
-- E. Annie Proulx --

Have a great Tuesday!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Splash du Jour: Monday

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity.
-- Albert Einstein --
Have a great Monday!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Luminaries

Last night I finished this veritable doorstop of a book, The Luminaries.
I don't need to remind any of you that it won The Man Booker Prize in 2013. I always look forward to reading prize-winning books. I honestly think I have to admit that this one was a bit too complex for me, and yet, I am not saying it is a bad book, or not worth reading. It's a rich, compelling story [plot], filled with vivid characters and tense scenes. It is intricate. I think my main issue is with that last word, the intricacy of it. I'm all for intricacy, but found myself too often just a bit lost as to the exact happenings of the book. Even now, having finished it, were I to try and explain all that happened, I know I would be missing significant parts of the storyline, especially as they chronologically unraveled. And that bothers me, because I was really paying attention!
Instead of trying to delineate it here, I will direct you to this two-minute video, and perhaps you will get a good sense of the story and its labyrinthian layout:

As for me, again, I really hate to say negative things about this book, I think it is remarkable, in so many senses. I always feel like I require a clear handle [so to say], a mental picture in my head of what is going on -- exactly what is going on, as I read a book. And it is in this sense that ultimately The Luminaries threw me for a loop, too many times.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Six or Seven Influential Books

About a week ago I ran across an interesting posting over at Brona's Books. It was about her Top Ten Most Influential Books. Ever since then I have been giving it some thought -- keeping in mind that the word "influential" is different from the word "favourite".
As I think of how the question pans out for myself, here is what I have come up with.

Tess of The D'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy.
One end of semester when I was in college, several millennia ago, I had some time between final exams and my trip back home. I had always been a "reader" of fiction, but fairly sporadic. With some free time on my hands I found myself at a certain mall in Peterborough, and picked up a copy of Tess. Went back to my dorm room and immersed myself in Hardy's fatalism. The book drew me in so thoroughly that I found myself glued to it. And what it accomplished was that it renewed my love of fiction. Since that time I have been an insatiable reader. Tess put an end to the sporadic nature of my former reading regimen. I have since re-read the book, as well as almost everything else the author has written. Tess remains a favourite, as well as being profoundly influential, for me.

Blindness, by Jose Saramago.
In May of 2002, I read my first Saramago novel. Blindness. For those of you who have not discovered Jose Saramago, reading him is like… learning to read all over again. He has his own rules of punctuation, a style that could be copyrighted it is so unique. He is like no other author, ever. He stands alone. He hears a different drum. Blindness is not only an incredibly fascinating read, but, in my opinion, it is the perfect entry point into the world of Jose Saramago, a Portuguese author who passed away in June of 2010. I recall exactly where I was when I heard of his death. I stared into space for maybe a solid hour, and just tried to picture a world without him in it. I felt profound grief. Again, I went on from Blindness to read all of his works, and sadly miss him. My signed copy of Blindness is one of my treasures. I briefly met him, shortly before his death. Whereas Thomas Hardy taught me to love literature, I think Saramago made me realize the limitless nature of it.

Till We Have Faces, by C.S. Lewis.
I think it would be fair to say I have read almost everything C.S. Lewis ever wrote, but when I first read Till We Have Faces I was shaken to the very core. It is a re-telling of the myth of Cupid and Psyche. In Lewis's book these are two sisters, named Orual and Psyche, and the extremely fanciful story is set in a world where gods exist. It is, at one and the same time, a study in beauty and horror. A meditation on the deep effects of jealousy. The main theme is love, one love that is possessive and horrible; the other being pure, sincere, liberating, and well… lovely. The reader is forced to come to terms with where they themselves fit into that picture -- at least this is the way I have read it. And I've done so four or five times, and plan to do so again. I am somewhat of a collector, owning six different copies of it, one a first edition I stumbled across at an antiquarian bookfair and paid an outrageous amount for. Why is it so influential to me? Because it nails the most important topic in the world -- love.

The Road Less Traveled, by M. Scott Peck.
This was the first book by M. Scott Peck I ever read, and it signaled for me the importance of non-fiction, in one's reading diet. It is perhaps the one book I would pick, were I told I had to choose one for the entire world to read. The subtitle is "A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth". It is so practical, so useful, so relevant. And it begins with my favourite first sentence of all time: "Life is difficult." Peck knows that it is. His own was. Again, when I heard that he passed away in 2005 -- I just stared at nothing for a long while with a big huge "What?" in my mind. Disbelief. It is influential to me because Peck taught me that when one is bewildered at the state of things, the first place to look is within. At yourself. Never mind everyone else. Think of how much shit is wrong with you.
I've read pretty much everything this man went on to write, and The Road Less Traveled is the perfect starter. The world is less without him in it.

The Beginning of Wisdom, by Leon R. Kass.
The Pagan Christ, by Tom Harpur.
I am linking these two books together because each of them are like defibrillator jolts to anyone struggling with the intellectual problems that can accrue from a disconnect between fundamentalist ideas of the Bible/Christianity, and… reality. These books literally changed my life in the sense that they, in tandem, were the catalyst for me in my coming to terms with how I interpret the Bible.
Kass's book, sub-titled "Reading Genesis" is a commentary on that first book of the Bible -- every verse of it. I was entranced. I ate it like manna. For the first time ever -- as in, after achieving a degree in Theology, I, for the first time, began to ask questions that would have seemed forbidden, prior to the reading of this book. In fact, of all the hitherto mentioned influential books, this one should really be listed at the top, before Tess. But in a completely different realm, and for such a different reason. Leon Kass brought to life the stories of the Bible -- made me, for the first time, interact with the people found therein, as people. Not legendary heroes, but real people. And in doing so, he made me realize that so many of them are legends, in the mythical sense.
Then I followed up with reading The Pagan Christ, by Tom Harpur. 
Is he the most eloquent author ever? No. He can be crass and somewhat unprincipled, even. Thing is, again -- this book revolutionized my thinking about Christianity. The subtitle is "Recovering The Lost Light". Harpur's premise is that a lot of what has ended up in the Bible is borrowed from other cultures, most notably the Egyptians -- and is therefore not as "original" as it may, at first, appear to be. Reading The Pagan Christ was tantamount to unscrewing the top of my head and pouring cocaine inside there, directly on the most fact-hungry lobes. I wanted to learn more and more. And I did. I went to see the author speak at events, twice. Again, is this a "favourite" book? No. I've read far better ones, since. [Like those of John Shelby Spong]. But it was profoundly influential. When one finally realizes that the Bible does not necessarily have to be read as a "literal" document, it is like the difference between a bird in a cage, and a bird in the trees. Any tree. I am now the latter, thanks to these two guys.

Questions About Angels, by Billy Collins.
This was the first book of Billy Collins's poetry I read, and it revolutionized my own approach to poetry. It was sent to me as a gift from a dear friend, and I am ever grateful. Ever since then, I have been unleashed in the freedom of writing poetry that is not concerned with being "good" or "bad", but more concerned with being "existent". Rhyme shmyme! Whatever you are thinking about, write it out. Break it up. Explore it. Am I suggesting this is what Billy Collins does? No. He's better than I am, at it.
But he allowed me to do it. From an influential perspective, my hat [which I do not even wear, and hey -- there is a poem in there somewhere] is off to him. Billy Collins writes about what he feels, and he taught me that this is the most important thing about poetry. If you feel it, it is worth words. If no one likes it, the importanter thing is, you do.


Friday, April 11, 2014

Splash du Jour: Friday

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche --

Have great Friday!

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this. Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
-- Robert Jordan --

Have a great Tuesday!

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Mr. g -- A Novel About the Creation

Picture utter emptiness, a.k.a., the void.
Never mind the fact that there is no Earth yet, there isn't even a universe.
Were you an observer, you would be observing -- nothing. 

Or rather, nothingness.
And if you tried to picture wind or stars or water, you could not give form or texture to your emotions. [[p.3]
Unbeknownst to you [especially because you do not exist yet] there is something here though.
And he wants to create the universe.
You turn the page, and read the following: Almost immediately, it seemed, my aunt Penelope asked me why I would want to do such a thing.
You have entered the speculative non-world of Alan Lightman's Mr. g.
In this pre-universe void, the creator has an aunt and uncle, the latter of which we meet in the next few sentences. Naturally, this presupposes parents, too. Has anyone ever existed, that had an aunt and uncle, but no parents? Lightman does this, I believe, to immediately relieve us of the idea that any of this is real. Yet, what follows in the book is about everything that we know to be real.
Mr. g follows through with his desire, and creates the universe -- but he's new at this, even making a few blunders in his first tries. He's tired of The Void, and his aunt and uncle and their constant bickering.
He settles on a few "organizational principles."
First, symmetry of position and moment. In other words, "time" -- which has not previously existed.
Secondly, there would be no absolutes, only relatives. Principles of motion, tying time and space together. "A particular period of time would signify a particular distance in space, with the proportionality between the two being a fundamental speed of the universe."
Thirdly, the principle that every event should be necessarily caused by a previous event without which it would not have happened. Causality.
He sets these things in motion, and sort of, lets them be, adding a touch here and there to certain aesthetic proportions etc., and giving shape and order to matter.
What Mr. g discovers is that a flurry of unpredicted things happen as a result of these laws being put in motion -- things that evolve without his further intervention.
Not everywhere, but on advantageously positioned planets in his universe, life evolves -- followed by consciousness. Thinking. Religions -- none of which are ever able to correctly find their way back to the First Cause.
Aunt Penelope and Uncle Deva urge him to make himself known to the self-conscious beings, that he may be properly admired for his work.
But Mr. g never concedes to this wish, although he is often tempted to do so. He feels compassion for the created beings, but is aware that they will never be able to fully understand anything that is beyond the universe they find themselves to be a part of.
Alan Lightman is a theoretical physicist as well as a novel-writer, and while the facts presented do correspond to what we currently understand about the origin of the universe, the book is a novel, and meant to be read as such. It is a wonderful, often amusing speculation, and entertaining.
I enjoyed it. I bet even Mr. g himself would say… "Well done!"


Friday, April 04, 2014

Gordon Downie of "The Hip"

All day long at work, I've been singing various Tragically Hip songs in my head, and sometimes out loud. They are one of my favourite musical groups, and good ol' Ontario boys, to boot.
I find their lyrics so nutty and compelling, even though half the time they do not make a lot of sense.
But after all, Gordon Downie, the lead singer featured in the video clip below, is a well-recognized and thoroughly published poet. And we all know that poets are always a bit nutty! 

[Note: He is not the polar bear, he's the other guy.]
For sure, they are a band I never tire of listening to.
I think I fell for The Tragically Hip when they performed for the Queen of England in one of the Olympic ceremonies, and forgive me, I forget the exact year. But there she was, the QUEEN…… like of ENGLAND, and Gordon Downie did not change his style one bit for Her Majesty. He was certifiably… insane!
Every so often the camera would cut to Queen Elizabeth, and you could tell she was thinking…. "Is this what our Commonwealth has come to?" and/or "Is there any way we can remove Canada from it?"
It was awesome. I've been a fan ever since.
I say all of this to say, you know -- I already own all of their music, so if you've been wondering what to get me for my birthday, or for Christmas or whatever, you could always click on the three words of the title, and get me his book of poetry called Coke Machine Glow.

Splash du Jour: Friday

We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened.
-- Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn --

Have a great Friday!

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Splash du Jour: Thursday

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.

-- Dr. Suess, The Lorax --

Have a great Thursday!

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.
-- Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries --

Have a great Wednesday!

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

The Silent Wife

Speaking of "silence" -- please forgive my lack of blogging lately.
I blame old age decrepitude, general laziness [coupled with specific laziness], and lack of initiative due to tiredness. Early-Onset Lassitude might sum it up!
But I have been doing some good reading. Five books in the month of March.
The last one I finished was just terrific, so I want to mention it.
The Silent Wife is the debut novel by A.S.A. Harrison -- who passed away in 2013 in the midst of working on her next thriller.
Jodi and Todd are forty-somethings who live together in their beautiful downtown Chicago condo. They've never been officially "married", and have no children. Todd is a Porsche-driving successful real estate developer, and Jodi is a psychologist. To all appearances they are the perfect couple, and after two decades together, everyone thinks of them as happily married. Everything is not quite as idyllic as it seems, however, especially as Todd has fallen for his best friend's 22-year old daughter, Natasha.
Jodi, aware of what is happening, opts for an attitude of silence. For a while, Todd thinks he is [for lack of a better term] "getting away with it".
That is, until a baby is on the way -- and it's not Jodi's baby. This ups the ante, considerably. Todd shacks up with Natasha, and Jodi faces eviction.
Dean [Natasha's father and Todd's former best-friend] is livid -- as one might imagine. Todd's world narrows -- his finances and business begin to fail him. The world of multiple concubinage is, among other things -- grossly expensive! The toll on the conscience even costlier.
The tale is told in alternating chapters entitled "Him" and "Her" -- and we get the inner perspective of what each is thinking along this descending spiral of relationship. The reader is struck with the depths of loss that can come from wrong decisions made. Terrible decisions, on Todd's part. But some equally uncharacteristic decisions, on Jodi's part.
I found it difficult to put the book down for any great length of time -- which is to say I devoured it. There was never a boring moment -- and one thing is quite clear at the end -- Todd is not alive any more.
That is not a spoiler though, because four pages in we are told that Jodi's "notions about who she is and how she ought to conduct herself are far less stable than she supposes, given that a few short months are all it will take to make a killer out of her."
The author tells us right up front, that this is going to get crazy, fast!
And just when I was thinking "This book ought to be a movie" I found out that it is indeed, in the works. And it will be starring none other than a former [expensive as hell] girlfriend of mine: Nicole Kidman.
Get this book. There is no other way to read it than at full speed. It's damn good.


Splash du Jour: Tuesday

Spoon River

Our equivalent of a clock, we agreed
When the wick of this candle is done
we will head out.

Sputtering in a pool of wax, we watched
Waited. Breath-baited.
Then… poof.

The moon complied, clouds clearing.
Clang of the screen door as we ran

I flung myself from the pier, looking back.
You hung everything on the notch of a tree
diving in.

So many things in life are disconnected.
Some never seem to come together.
I swept my arms underwater --

Just as they met my thighs, I reached yours
in the shallows of Spoon River.
Kissed them, laced under the shining stars.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2014 --

Have a great Tuesday!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Splash du Jour: Monday

Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.
-- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore --

Have a great Monday!

Friday, March 28, 2014

Splash du Jour: Friday

Other people are not here to fulfill our needs or meet our expectations, nor will they always treat us well. Failure to accept this will generate feelings of anger and resentment. Peace of mind comes with taking people as they are and emphasizing the positive.
-- A.S.A. Harrison, The Silent Wife --

Have a great Friday!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

Every shrink knows that it's not the event itself but how you respond to it that tells the story. Take ten assorted individuals, expose them all to the same life trial, and they will each suffuse it with exquisite personal detail and meaning.
-- A.S.A. Harrison, The Silent Wife --

Have a great Wednesday!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

I do not believe that a man should be restrained in his daily actions by being afraid of punishment after death or that he should do things only because in this way he will be rewarded after he dies. This does not make sense. The proper guidance during the life of a man should be the weight that he puts upon ethics and the amount of consideration that he has for others.
-- Albert Einstein --

Have a great Tuesday!

Monday, March 24, 2014

Splash du Jour: Monday

 I have never imputed to Nature a purpose or a goal, or anything that could be understood as anthropomorphic. What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility. This is a genuinely religious feeling that has nothing to do with mysticism.
-- Albert Einstein --

Have a great Monday!