Log24

(Continued)

See also McGinn in this journal.

(Continued from March 28, 2006, and February 6, 2012)

Paris—

Sylvia Beach and James Joyce at Shakespeare and Company

See also Walking into Eternity.

Cached from artnet.com

Artist   Daniel Simon Title   Yves Montand et Catherine Deneuve dans Le Sauvage, Bahamas Medium   gelatin silver print Size   11.8 x 15.7 in. / 30 x 40 cm. Year   1975 – Edition   1/10 Misc.   Signed, Stamped Sale Of   Ader: Monday, October 20, 2008 [Lot 140] Paris – Célébrités II Estimate   300 – 400 EUR (USD 403 – 537) Sold For   * * Complete data is available for subscribers.

In memory of a dealer in artists' ephemera, 
Steven Leiber, who died on January 28, 2012—
a link to a post from the date of Leiber's death—

The Sweet Smell of Avon.

See also Me and My Shadow, a post from
the date the above photo was offered for sale.

Related ephemeral art— a post titled, with irony,
Introduction to Harmonic Analysis.

Related non -ephemeral art—
Mathematical Imagery.

See Trevanian's Meadow in this journal as well as…

"Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo."
— The Beach Boys, 1988

CBS Sunday Morning today:

"On a warm summer night at the Greek Theatre
in Los Angeles last month, Brian Wilson — backed
by a band that included fellow former Beach Boy
Al Jardine — was running through his repertoire
of classics when a cake was wheeled out from
backstage by the extended Wilson family.

On this night, the man many regard as one of
America's greatest living songwriters turned 73.

Well, East coast girls are hip,
I really dig those styles they wear…"

Compare and contrast: Danny Collins.

Jersey girls are tough .

"Middlebrow culture was killed in the late 50's and 60's,
and the mortal blows came from opposite directions.
The intellectuals launched assaults on what they took to be
middlebrow institutions, attacks that are so vicious
they take your breath away….

At the same time, pop culture changed."

— David Brooks in The New York Times , June 16, 2005

"… but the fighter still remains" —Paul Simon

"James Joyce frequently presents climactic moments
of realization of life at the end of his stories; these
psychological revelations, called epiphanies, constitute
moments of heightened awareness which foment reflection
on the part of both the character and the readers, as well
as introduce an element of surprise."

— The Telling and the Tale , by Gilda Pacheco Acuña
and Kari Meyers Skredsvig, Editorial Universidad
de Costa Rica , 2006, page 11

For Scott and Ernest, from Julio —

"The novel wins by points and the short story by knockout."

— Id.  (See also Feb. 8,  Beach Boy .)

Murphy's Last Stand

In memory of Walter F. Murphy, a leading constitutional scholar and McCormick Professor of Jurisprudence at Princeton from 1968 to 1995. Murphy was also the author of a bestselling 1979 novel, The Vicar of Christ. He died at 80 on Tuesday, April 20, 2010, quod vide.

His novel, according to this morning's New York Times, "tells the story of an American who fights valiantly in the Korean War (as Professor Murphy did), becomes chief justice of the United States, resigns to become a monk and is eventually elected the first American pope." An eventful tale.

For a good review of Murphy's novel, see "The Doomed Hero." This review, and yesterday's Log24 Law Day post, which mentions the concept of "the mighty music of the innermost heaven," suggest revisiting a Log24 post of August 28, 2009 and a hymn by Brian Wilson—

Lyrics007.com—

	Send "In My Room" Ringtone to Cell There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to In my room In my room In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears In my room In my room Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday Now it's dark and I'm alone but I won't be afraid In my room In my room

American Heaven

Headlines from today’s Google News:

Singer Jan Berry, 62; Half of Surf Music Duo

Screeching for heaven at Mach 7

March 25 news story:

“The promise of 70 virgins in paradise and the equivalent of about $20 was all it took to convince a Palestinian teenager to turn himself into a suicide bomber…”

A more modest paradise, from a Jan Berry obituary today:

With Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys, William Jan Berry co-wrote the lyrics for “Surf City” with its lines about taking the station wagon to a place where there are “two girls for every boy.”*

* Theological footnote for feminists:
In some other regions of American Heaven, there may be two boys for every girl.