Monday, April 18, 2011

Page 324 "I'm on my way to Biarritz... and came across this book by Count Adolphe de Chambrun."


 Biarritz, in southwestern France, near the Spanish border.


the English version of the book Father Banier gives to Walter: "Impressions of Lincoln and the Civil War" by Marquis Adolphe de Chambrun (a descendant of Lafayette)



From page 324 of the book: I'm on my way to Biarritz. And I came across this fascinating book by Count Adolphe de Chambrun." He handed me a sealed manila envelope stuffed with the weight of a hardcover book. "It's a first edition copy of his diary when he was in America, during your Civil War. He traveled with Abraham Lincoln and wrote all about it. It's all in there," he tapped the envelope.

From page 326 of the book: Stopping, I read a few lines and translated, wondering what Owen would say when I told him about de Chambrun observing Lincoln on April 8, 1865, standing on the deck of a boat, looking at the Virginia hills along the Potomac, his face dark and silent, six days before he was murdered. What must de Chambrun have thought of us?! 

 

An excerpt from de Chambrun's recollections:
Tuesday, April 11, 1865.  "When the President saw us enter, he rose impulsively, came forward and took my hand, which he held in his own a long time as though better to show his pleasure and affection at seeing me again. ...He spoke at length of the many struggles he foresaw in the future and declared his firm resolution to stand for clemency against all opposition. ...I did not stay too long, in order to let him rest, and escorted Mrs. Lincoln down to the parlor where she habitually receives. Mrs. Lincoln...spoke with quiet confidence of the future and showed great satisfaction and pride in her husband's success."



"Our party [aboard the Silver Queen, a 536-ton steamer] dispersed on arriving at the Potomac wharf. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln and I drove home in the same carriage. As we drew near Washington, Mrs. Lincoln...said: 'That city is full of enemies.' The President on hearing this, retorted with an impatient gesture: 'Enemies, never again must we repeat that word.'"

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Page 319 "I watched his father, seeing him as Anchises, and then looked at Owen, seeing him as Aeneas."

Raphael's "Aeneas Carrying Anchises Out of Troy" (1514)


Two sides of a Roman coin, 2nd century A.D., depicting Aeneas (on the right) carrying his father out of Troy.



Pierre il le Pautre, "Aeneas Carrying His Father," 1716, marble, height 264 cm, Tuileries Gardens, Paris




















From page 319 of the book: Owen turned to me, and then toward his father, watching as the man, hunched over because of the strain on his legs and heart, made his way to where we stood. As we stood by the shores of Troy, I watched his father, seeing him as Anchises, and then looked at Owen, seeing him as Aeneas. I heard the low rumblings, like thunder, of the gods who waited around us in the ground, in the bushes, and in the clouds. I heard them complain about us. I knew we had nothing to do with the way the world worked, but the subterranean noise was a constant storm of disagreeable, roaring sounds. I was feeling guilty for the fall of man. When Owen's father stood in front of him, a smile on his face, he held up his arms.

Page 316 "...bringing up a passage from Simone de Beauvoir, whose writings I recently consumed."

Simone de Beauvoir's very famous, controversial, and widely acclaimed book.



de Beauvoir with American novelist Nelson Algren.  I love these two people.


Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir




Simone de Beauvoir  (yes, she's one of my heroes)
















From page 316 of the book:  My reactions to his calm were contradictory and confusing.  What was he going to do?  While I resumed my pacing along the top of the unstable wall, I originally took the sophisticated track, bringing up a passage from Simone de Beauvoir, whose writings I recently consumed.  She felt fidelity was reserved for those who needed to bestow mutilation upon themselves.  She explained, during the 1950s, how men and women were beginning to conclude much the same as she and Sartre did; that is, maintaining some degree of fidelity while embarking on individual deviations. 

Page 313 "The mukhannath were a caste of professional homosexuals in Moslem court culture."







Images above depict transgender males, either eunuchs or transvestites, in ancient near east civilizations.



From page 313 of the book: "The mukhannath," began Ebert, "were a caste of professional homosexuals in Moslem court culture. Around the 10-century, they wrote poetry, sang, performed dances, painted. Such perfumed, ear-ringed, coiffed effeminate men kept culture alive, at the sultan's court, in spite of all the killing and destruction that the empire was famous for. Thanks to them, Islamic culture was improved upon at a time when it might have fallen, like the Dark Ages of Europe. It was brought to new heights by the very people whose existence the Moslems would eventually outlaw.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Pages 311-12: "...in the graveyard Ebert came upon him reading Goethe's "Elective Affinities"


Still from the Taviani brothers' 1996 film of "Elective Affinities"


Movie poster for the film












1811 illustration of characters from the novel




Recent book cover for Elective Affinities

Portrait of Goethe, 1828, by Stieler


From pages 311-312 of the book:  "Seeing Sarah and Mme. Cendre together, and the tear-falling exuberance that Sarah felt for the old woman, gave me pause to reflect on how changed Sarah was, on how lovely both these women, at opposite ends of the age spectrum, looked and felt and talked. I thought of the book Owen was reading at the time of our arrival here in the Vaucluse, when in the graveyard Ebert came upon him reading Goethe's Elective Affinities, and I thought of the young ward, Ottilie, who falls in love with the lord of the manor, and I remembered trying to identify her emotion, which was head-over-heels in love times ten, and knowing the emotion was so strong that it overcame her ability to express it, to eat, to sleep, to function normally.  And I remembered how she began to shake, she cried, she was besotted by the terror of her love."


(From Michael Dirda, Barnes & Noble Review.com--  "Elective Affinities" refers to the chemical attraction of elements.  [It] is, above all, an elegant book, with something of the stylized formality of a baroque opera by Gluck or one of Watteau's paintings.... The modern reader will need to slow down to appreciate its somewhat austere beauty. The narration is unemotional, heavily descriptive, and by contemporary bestseller standards, even somewhat colorless and flat. ...Goethe keeps his overall tone serenely august.)

Page 310 "It was a song made popular by Frederic Mistral..."

Young Frederic Mistral


Mistral in later life


Alphonse Daudet & Frederic Mistral, 1900




The award-winning Frederic Mistral Rose.
Also known as The Children's Rose




From page 310 of the book:  Marie Cendre, a changed woman since her friendship with Sarah, clapped rhythmically to our entrance, and sang in a throaty, old woman's voice:

Nous sommes des amis, des frères,
Étant les chanteurs du pays!
Tous des amis, joyeux et libres,
De la Provence tous épris...

It was a song made popular by Frederic Mistral and his friends, celebrating the life of the Provençals. She held Ebert’s hand affectionately, as he sat down beside her. He accepted a glass of wine from Sarah.

(Translation: "We are friends, brothers/Being country crooners/All happy and free/In Provence all are in love.")




Page 304 "...Robert the Pious was talked about..."

Tomb of Robert the Pious


Painting depicting the excommunication of Robert the Pious

From page 304 of the book:  I wondered if on these very steps Robert the Pious was talked about; how he had been forced by the pope to give up the woman he loved and return to the woman he was forced into marrying in order to keep the crown and himself from continued excommunication.  He had died broken-hearted and everyone all over France had grieved for the love of their king.  Marriage and love haven't changed much over a thousand years.  Perhaps Ebert or his characters would say it has become worse.