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Tuesday, February 22, 2022

The shark in the mind of every ocean swimmer

22022022 - Happy TwosDay, people!


I’m reminded that Randall Jarrell also had wise things to say about Rousseau. The excerpt is quoted in No Other Book: Selected Essays (ed. Brad Leithauser, 1999):

 

“Most of us know, now, that Rousseau was wrong: that man, when you knock his chains off, sets up the death camps. Soon we shall know everything the 18th century didn't know, and nothing it did, and it will be hard to live with us.”




… unless you write your dates the “American way”, i.e., MMDDYYYY there is big news for you: an upcoming palindrome date to mark in red in your calendar for an unforgettable event!



The shark in the mind of every ocean swimmer

  • ~ Helen Pitt



 Indulgences

The medieval and Renaissance popes covered in Chamberlin’s book were bad in different ways, but the Theophylact, Borgia, and Medici popes were especially deplorable. Even setting aside the more outrageous accusations (like that of rampant incest among the Borgia family, which Chamberlin does not consider credible), it’s a tale of breathtaking scandal.

It is useful for Catholics to remember that the Pope is the Vicar of Christ, who remains the head of the Church.  


The Crisply Empirical, Immediately Accessible Tone'

Since his death in January I’ve been incrementally rereading Terry Teachout’s books and realizing that while he was alive I too readily categorized him as a nice guy with whom I enjoyed exchanging thoughts – not the shabbiest of verdicts. True, as an online acquaintance I met in person only once, he was reliably friendly and encouraging. He enjoyed sharing his gift for enjoyment. 

Seven or eight summers ago when my middle son, a trombonist, was attending a jazz clinic in Houston, I sent Terry a photo of Michael and the other band members giving an outdoor concert. He congratulated me on having a musically gifted son – the name Jack Teagarden came up – but seemed happiest with the fact that my son was the only white kid in a group of twenty or so young musicians. The others were black. Terry found encouragement in that – something that hadn’t occurred to me. Though created more than a century ago by blacks, the music’s audience today is largely white. Leave it to Terry to find an unexpected reason to be cheerfully optimistic.

 

Now that the man is gone, his books and other writings must speak for him, and I’m realizing how unpretentiously smart and learned this guy was. We’ve grown accustomed to criticism having been shanghaied by academics more interested in self-promotion than in championing the best in books, movies, music and painting. Dreary provocation has usurped pleasure.

 

My favorite among Terry’s books is probably The Terry Teachout Reader (Yale University Press, 2004). I remember buying it at Borders back in Saratoga Springs, N.Y., soon after it was published. It bears my favorite book cover illustration of all time – Fairfield Porter’s Broadway (1972). Terry was a smalltown kid from Missouri who fell in love with New York City after moving there in 1985. On the left Porter includes a sign hanging in front of a business, “Typewriters Ideal,” which Terry must have found pleasingly affirming.

 

The Reader collects more than fifteen years’ worth of essays, articles and reviews first published in newspapers and magazines. Terry possessed a hyper-sensitivity to the past – his own and the world’s – while consciously working to fend off nostalgia, that opium of the aging. In his “Introduction: Across the Great Divide,” he notes that since his career in journalism had started, “the world of my childhood disappeared, and America crossed a great cultural and technological divide.” So his collection of pieces, written under editorial and deadline constraints, may serve as “a chronicle, a road map of how we got from there to here, and what we lost – and gained – in the process.” He goes on to acknowledge he (like me) grew up in what he calls “the Age of the Middlebrow, that earnest, self-improving fellow who watched prime-time documentaries and read the Book of the Month.” Terry was among the least snobbish of critics. He reveled in American art without being a jingoist. I don’t remember anything Terry had to say about Marcel Proust but I do remember his love for James Gould Cozzens’ great novel Guard of Honor:

 

“[T]ime and again I find myself returning to the work of those artists who spoke in the crisply empirical, immediately accessible tone of voice now acknowledged by the whole world as all-American. Louis Armstrong, Budd Boetticher, Willa Cather, Raymond Chandler, Aaron Copland, Duke Ellington, Chuck Jones, Bill Monroe, Fairfield Porter, Dawn Powell, Frank Sinatra, Stephen Sondheim, Paul Taylor, Tom Wolfe: surely these and other like them rank high among our exemplary figures, the ones whose work is indelibly stamped ‘Made in U.S.A.’”


How Is It That Dance Takes Over The Body And The Mind?

History and culture offer a treasure trove of attempts to interpret dance’s unique power over our bodies and minds. - LitHub




Is This Broadway’s Worst Job? Front-Of-House COVID Compliance Officer

Says one, "There are so many moments where I'm shocked by humanity. Once when I called out for proof of vaccination and photo IDs, a man said, 'I got my proof of vaccination tattooed on my ass. Want me to pull my pants down?'" - Time Out New York