Friday, August 11, 2017

Unexpected Benediction.  At the end of a hot, tiring, tiresome day:  the sight of dusty-rose colored flowers of a crepe myrtle tree, seen in the clear light of eight o’clock in the evening.

Written Above the Bar in an Irish Pub:  O’ the air did turn green, when the fart came from the queen.  The court sat aghast, at the royal blast, but they all stood and sang God Save the Queen!

Mortality.  I wonder what percentage of any given religion is given to the concept of eternal life of the soul, in comparison with other teachings of that group.

Restaurants.  I am planning to avoid restaurants where the waitresses call me “Sugar,” “Honey, “Sweetie,” “Dearie,” or other such terms.  I am planning to avoid restaurants that blare loud music, and those which are noisy.  I will be eating at home a great deal more.

Notes on Reading.  Nonfiction.  Ernest Hemingway,  A Moveable Feast.  Bantam, 1964.

On this re-reading, I realized that this is one of my favorite books.  The subjects are among my favorites:  the writing process, Paris, and encounters with famous writers:  Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, Scott Fitzgerald, Ford Madox Ford, James Joyce. These twenty short sketches of Hemingway’s life in Paris are insightful and entertaining.  Now I will donate this tired Signet edition and purchase a new edition for future reading.

Notes on Reading.  Fiction.  Louise Penny, The Long Way Home.  Minotaur, 2014.

This entertaining and interesting mystery, set in Canada, presents memorable characters, gives insight into the art of painting, and involves the reader in a search for a missing person, who may or may not be alive.  There are humor and suspense and good descriptions of landscapes and villages.  The reader gains insight into the work and philosophy of artists and their inspirations and techniques.

Quotations from The Long Way Home:

“Ruth had called her latest slim volume of poetry I’M FINE.  Only people who read it realized that FINE stood for Fucked Up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Egotistical.”  (P. 26)

“In his late thirties and slightly over six feet tall, Gabri had passed paunchy a few mille-feuilles back.”  (P. 13)

“Fear lives in the head.  And courage lives in the heart.  The job is to get from one to the other.” (P. 277)

 

 

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About billwednesdayblog

Retired high school English and French teacher.
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4 Responses to Friday, August 11, 2017

  1. Penny Evans says:

    Planning a Colorado visit? I think a meal at La Cour is in order for you. And, I LOVE Louise Penny mysteries! (I’ve never read A Movable Feast. Maybe it’s time . . . .

  2. Margaret McNeely says:

    Please save me the Hemingway!

  3. Ben White says:

    Bill, Great blog. Thanks for posting. Ben

    On Fri, Aug 11, 2017 at 6:54 AM, billwednesdayblog wrote:

    > billwednesdayblog posted: “Unexpected Benediction. At the end of a hot, > tiring, tiresome day: the sight of dusty-rose colored flowers of a crepe > myrtle tree, seen in the clear light of eight o’clock in the evening. > Written Above the Bar in an Irish Pub: O’ the air did turn gree” >

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