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Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Seeker

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:23 am

Excerpts from a book review titled …

"Saul Bellow’s Quest for the Vernacular Sublime"

“We often stopped before a display of children’s shoes. My mother coveted for me a pair of patent-leather sandals with an elegantissimo strap. I finally got them— I rubbed them with butter to preserve the leather. This is when I was 6 or 7 years old, a little older than Rosie is now. Amazing how it all boils down to a pair of patent-leather sandals.” Saul Bellow recorded that ancient memory, stirred to it by play with his little daughter, in a letter on Feb. 19, 2004, when he was 88 years old. It is the last letter in this magnificent book…."

"… Finally he was— may this, too, be said without irony?— a seeker after truth."

Leon Wieseltier in the November 21 New York Times Sunday Book Review

Without irony is fine, but don't forget the sandals.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Wednesday December 10, 2008

Filed under: General — m759 @ 9:00 pm
Sign

ho anax, hou to manteion esti
to en Delphois, oute legei oute
 kruptei,
alla sêmainei

Heraclitus, DK 22 B 93,
Kahn XXXIII:

The lord whose oracle is
at Delphi neither reveals nor
 conceals, but gives a sign.

A sign, perhaps of the sort
given by Apollo’s oracle:

Road sign with double arrow pointing both left and right

Click on the sign for further details.

Related material:

This week’s New Yorker

Cartoon sign-- enlightenment one way, sandals the other

… as well as   
  today’s previous entry —
Symbol,” discussing Apollo
and a web page
by Nick Wedd —
and Wedd’s home page,
which states that
“I have now found a
  source of Polish sandals.”

Friday, February 24, 2006

Friday February 24, 2006

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 10:31 pm

Final Club

For the feast of St. Matthias
(traditional calendar)–
from Amazon.com, a quoted Library Journal review of Geoffrey Wolff‘s novel The Final Club:

“‘What other colleges call fraternities, Princeton calls Eating Clubs. The Final Club is a group of 12 Princeton seniors in 1958 who make their own, distinctive club….
Young adults may find this interesting, but older readers need not join The Final Club.’
— Previewed in Prepub Alert, Library Journal 5/1/90.  Paul E. Hutchison, Fisherman’s Paradise, Bellefonte, Pa. Copyright 1990 Reed Business Information, Inc.”

From The Archivist, by Martha Cooley:

“Although I’ve always been called Matt, my first name isn’t Matthew but Matthias: after the disciple who replaced Judas Iscariot.  By the time I was four, I knew a great deal about my namesake.  More than once my mother read to me, from the New Testament, the story of how Matthias had been chosen by lot to take the place of dreadful Judas.  Listening, I felt a large and frightened sympathy for my predecessor.  No doubt a dark aura hung over Judas’s chair– something like the pervasive, bitter odor of Pall Malls in my father’s corner of the sofa.
As far as my mother was concerned, the lot of Matthias was the unquestionable outcome of an activity that seemed capricious to me: a stone-toss by the disciples.  I tried with difficulty to picture a dozen men dressed in dust-colored robes and sandals, playing a child’s game.  One of the Twelve had to carry on, my mother explained, after Judas had perpetrated his evil.  The seat couldn’t be left empty.  Hence Matthias: the Lord’s servants had pitched their stones, and his had traveled the farthest.”

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