October 04, 2013

Let's Play....Why's My Bookbag or E-Reader Equivalent So D*mn Heavy?

From NW: A Novel by Zadie Smith
She is in terrible mourning. She is unfamiliar with the rules concerning the mourning of animals. For a cat: one week. For a dog, two will be tolerated, three is to begin to look absurd, especially in the office where—in the Caribbean spirit—all animals smaller than a donkey are considered vermin.
In the end, all the things Grace claimed to like about Marlon—that he was not a “playa,” that he was gentle and awkward and not interested in money—were all the reasons she left him.
Rodney had in his hand an abridged library copy of an infamous book by Albert Camus. Both Keisha Blake and Rodney Banks sounded the T and the S in this name, not knowing any better: such are the perils of autodidacticism.
They were going to be lawyers, the first people in either of their families to become professionals. They thought life was a problem that could be solved by means of professionalization.
She didn’t approach Frank, nor did he approach her, despite their keen awareness of each other. A poetic way of putting this would be to say: “There was an inevitability about their road toward each other which encouraged meandering along the route.”

It is perhaps the profound way in which capitalism enters women’s minds and bodies that renders “ruthless comparison” the basic mode of their relationships with others

Natalie was enthralled. The idea that her own existence might be linked to people living six hundred years past! No longer an accidental guest at the table—as she had always understood herself to be—but a host, with other hosts, continuing a tradition.
“MTV Base. Music videos are the only joyful modern art form. Look at that joy.”
Natalie Blake had become a person unsuited to self-reflection. Left to her own mental devices she quickly spiraled into self-contempt.
Many things that had seemed, to their own mothers, self-evident elements of a common-sense world, now struck Natalie and Leah as either a surprise or an outrage. Physical pain. The existence of disease. The difference in procreative age between men and women. Age itself. Death.
 From Moby-Dick
He was the elected Xerxes of vast herds of wild horses, whose pastures in those days were only fenced by the Rocky Mountains and the Alleghanies. At their flaming head he westward trooped it like that chosen star which every evening leads on the hosts of light. The flashing cascade of his mane, the curving comet of his tail, invested him with housings more resplendent than gold and silver-beaters could have furnished him.

But not only did each of these famous whales enjoy great individual celebrity—nay, you may call it an ocean-wide renown; not only was he famous in life and now is immortal in forecastle stories after death, but he was admitted into all the rights, privileges, and distinctions of a name; had as much a name indeed as Cambyses4 or Caesar. Was it not so, O Timor Tom! thou famed leviathan, scarred like an iceberg, who so long did’st lurk in the Oriental straits of that name, whose spout was oft seen from the palmy beach of Ombay?5 Was it not so, O New Zealand Jack! thou terror of all cruisers that crossed their wakes in the vicinity of the Tattoo Land?6 Was it not so, O Morquan! King of Japan, whose lofty jet they say at times assumed the semblance of a snow-white cross against the sky? Was it not so, O Don Miguel! thou Chilian whale, marked like an old tortoise with mystic hieroglyphics upon the back!
From America 3.0 by James Bennett...
Over centuries, in a roundabout way, the slow and grudging English religious toleration led to an American constitutional guarantee of “the free exercise of religion,” which then “blew back” and substantively impacted the way the Catholic Church itself came to understand religious freedom all around the world.
...the Protestant settlers of America also brought their medieval constitutionalism with them as well, which they had inherited intact from the Catholic centuries in England. In that sense, and ironically, the colonists carried ancient Catholic notions of political liberty with them into the American wilderness, even though they were the very “Protestants of Protestantism.”


Kevin Hammer said...

Unrelated but thought you might want to know, Mark Steyn will be in Mansfield next Thurs. evening.


TS said...

Thanks for the tip! I'm surprised more NR writers don't make it to Columbus. Never seem to hear if any doing so