Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts

Sunday, August 15, 2010

The action of Grace.

This is a quote from one of my favorite Flannery O'Connor short stories:

"Mr. Head stood very still and felt the action of mercy touch him again but this time he knew that there were no words in the world that could name it. He understood that it grew out of agony, which is not denied to any man and which is given in strange ways to children. He understood it was all a man could carry into death to give his Maker and he suddenly burned with shame that he had so little of it to take with him. He stood appalled, judging himself with the thoroughness of God, while the action of mercy covered his pride like a flame and consumed it. He had never thought himself a great sinner before but he saw now that his true depravity had been hidden from him lest it cause him despair. He realized that he was forgiven for sins from the beginning of time, when he had conceived in his own heart the sin of Adam, until the present, when he had denied poor Nelson. He saw that no sin was too monstrous for him to claim as his own, and since God loved in proportion as He forgave, he felt ready at that instant to enter Paradise."

Flannery O'Connor - "The Artificial Nigger"

This vivid description of grace at work demonstrates for me one of the biggest reasons O'Connor is worth reading. I feel that many people start out by reading stories like "A Good Man is Hard to Find" and are immediately turned off by the macabre nature of O'Connor. The thing is, I think one reason she is such a powerful writer is her ability to demonstrate the need for grace in fallen man. This isn't always as obvious as in the above quote, but when one approaches O'Connor's work with this in mind it explains a lot.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Richard III


I recently read the Shakespeare play Richard III because I was going to watch the 1995 film adaptation of the same name starring Ian McKellan, and I like to read works of literature before I see their counterparts on film. The play is incredible in presenting Richard III as one of the most Machiavellian characters I have ever seen. He will stop at nothing, even marrying the wife of a man he has had killed, to achieve his desire for the kingship. Of course he fails to anticipate the moral outrage of those who are in the know after he is finished with his string of murders and is thus finally undone.

I went in to watching the movie knowing it was highly critically praised, but even so it exceeded my expectations. The film is set in 1930 Britain. Usually attempts to modernize the setting of Shakespeare plays seem to fail miserably, but in this case it works perfectly. The closer Richard gets to becoming the ruler of England, the more the military uniforms begin to recall those of Nazi Germany during WWII. The dialogue is mostly taken directly from the original, and yet the pacing kept brisk enough to make for a solid story arc. Especially effective are what in the play would be Richard's asides to the audience, which in the film arewhen he looks directly at the camera and speaks his real purposes.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Various things.

So, among other items, I passed Spanish and did ok on my grades. Also, I am almost certainly bringing a car back to school, which will be quite useful.

Have been reading a lot of McCarthy and Faulkner lately. Found a particularly interesting word in McCarthy's first novel, "mizzling," which means about what you would expect it to:


miz·zle 1 (mzl)
intr.v. miz·zled, miz·zling, miz·zles
To rain in fine, mistlike droplets; drizzle.
n.
A mistlike rain; a drizzle.

[Middle English misellen; probably akin to Dutch dialectal mieselen; see meigh- in Indo-European roots.]

mizzly adv.


Also the Middle English/Dutch roots make me happy.

I am currently at my grandparents house in a suburb of Cleveland. Our whole family is going to Cedar Point tomorrow, and I thoroughly plan on going on roller coasters till I puke

Monday, February 8, 2010

Swellness

"Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about her side of it. I had been getting something for nothing. That only delayed the presentation of the bill. The bill always came. That was one of the swell things you could count on."

From "The Sun Also Rises" by Hemingway

Monday, February 1, 2010

Reality


Following a list of Charlie Marlow's responsibilities while working up the river:

"When you have to attend to things of that sort, to the mere incidents of the surface, the reality - the reality, I tell you - fades. The inner truth is hidden - luckily, luckily. But I felt it all the same; I felt often its mysterious stillness watching me at my monkey tricks, just as it watches you fellows performing on your respective tight-ropes for - what is it? half-a-crown a tumble--"

From Heart of Darkness.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Sun Also Rises

"It was very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned onto the Gran Via.
'Oh, Jake,' Brett said, we could have had such a damned good time together.'
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car suddenly pressing Brett against me.
'Yes,' I said. 'Isn't it pretty to think so?'"

This is the ending of The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway. The characters have essentially done nothing and gone nowhere by the end of the novel, and the book essentially a describes people without meaningful lives dealing with the circumstances before them (primarily by drinking a lot and going to bullfights). So, in the end, all they have is the thought that they "could have had such a damned good time together." Brett makes this statement, but Jake knows that it is just a statement and nothing more than wishful thinking.

Of course, Hemingway eventually could not deal with the circumstances before him and ended up scratching the back of his head with a shotgun. English majors have such a bright future :-)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Joseph Conrad and human nature.

"We had so far saved him, and it had become a personal matter between us and the sea. We meant to stick to him. Had we (by an incredible hypothesis) undergone similar toil and trouble for an empty cask, that cask would have become as precious to us as Jimmy was. More precious, in fact, because we would have had no reason to hate the cask. And we hated James Wait."

From "The Nigger of the Narcissus"

Monday, January 18, 2010

The judge.

A quote from McCarthy's Blood Meridian. The judge in the novel is such a fantastic, almost epic character. He appears supremely reasonable while often perpetrating stunning acts of violence.

"The judge had been holding the femur upright in order to better illustrate its analogies to the prevalent bones of the country about and he let it fall in the sand and closed his book.
There is no mystery to it, he said.
The recruits blinked dully.
Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.
He rose and moved away into the darkness beyond the fire. Aye, said the expriest, his pipe cold in his teeth. And no mystery. As if he were no mystery himself, the bloody old hoodwinker."