READ a Signet for Summer
99 cents each
My new display--Signet Classics-- didn’t include the Signet Shakespeares with covers by Milton Glaser, below, but a shopper looking at Four Shakespeare Comedies said, “I want ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’ but two of the others are problematic…”
“Taming of the Shrew” & “Merchant of Venice”—okay––but also, I pointed out, “Twelfth Night”. I think this shopper was trans… Anyway, I liked her for liking MSND—the girlettes’ favorite (though also problematic--the wedding that frames it)—so I offered to go get the Glasers from the back, and she bought that one. (Great cover illustration, why hadn’t I bought it myself?) She didn't know MG--I told her he designed "I [heart] NY", and she did know that.
That sort of encounter makes up for all the stupid staff meetings. (Yesterday's was as stupid as they come.)
I am saving the rest of the Glasers till I have enough for a whole display of them. They trickle in.
" To be a Fordite[enthusiast] is rather like being a member of one of those volunteer groups who help restore Britain's canal system. You run into them, muddy and sweaty, spending their Sunday afternoons digging out some long-disused arm which once brought important goods to and from, say, Wendover._____________
You are fairly sure that they are doing a good thing, but unless you jump down and get muddy yourself, the virtue of the task, indeed of the whole canal system, might well escape you."
I reread Island of the Blue Dolphins, and it’s very good—I can see why at eight I loved this for the fantasy of living alone with a wild dog and an otter for friends. It's touched with grief, fear, and loneliness, but only lightly.
The girl needs to make weapons to fend off the wild dogs that killed her little brother, but she’s afraid—she’s been taught that weapons made by females will fail. Nevertheless she successfully makes a bow and arrows—not in defiance, but of necessity.
Nothing more is said of it, she just shoots the dogs.
how we (and so, our fictional characters too) don't think to question the deepest beliefs of our culture—we don't even think of them as beliefs, they're something more like air.
I don't mean things like religious belief, which we moderns know are up for debate, but—one of my Classics professor made this comparison—rather, say, statistics.
Thick with Newts
I started to read Matrix by Lauren Groff, and quickly it was clear that the main character is a modern girl dropped into the year 1158. She questions "the religion she was raised in"--the very phrase is modern.
"Why should babies be born into sin," she wonders.
Number one, would she?
Number two, has she ever met a baby?
(Now we say problematic, "sinful" being out of style.)
Modern thoughts in medieval heads isn't necessarily the death knell for a novel, but in the second paragraph the author describes a landscape as "thick with sheep and chaffinches and newts...."
Thick with newts? Now that's medieval!
BELOW: Detail from salamander, not a newt, but close.
And I love the two littles on the bottom soooo much!
Example: A servant says that nuns kneel and stand, "up and down, up and down all day, like marmots".
Marmots? Do marmots kneel? I guess she means the way marmots pop up from their burrows.
Do they live in England, where the story is set? I can't find that they do. "A species unknown in the UK, marmots are essentially large ground dwelling squirrels...".
I don't need to read A Hero...
"That is just like human beings! They are all alike; though fully aware in advance of all the evil aspects of a deed, they aid and abet and even give their approbation to it when they see there is no other way out—and then they wash their hands of it and turn away with disapproval from him who dared assume the full burden of responsibility."
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Overheard: A woman walking by my open window just now, saying, "I've made 26 charcuterie boards."
