Splash du Jour: Tuesday

“I will love you forever,” swears the poet.
I find this easy to swear. “I will love you at 4:15 p.m. next Tuesday”: Is that still as easy?
-- W.H. Auden, 1959 –

Have a great Tuesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

When I really worry about something, I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go. 
-- J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye --

Have a great Monday!
*****

A Sport and a Pastime

Why do I think you should read A Sport and a Pastime by James Salter?
Because it is a picture perfect novel about young love, or the lack thereof.
You are left to decide which is which, really.
Two people meet up in Paris [circa 1960's]… it may be a bit dated, for sure, but the happenings are not. Things are still very much the same. The difference is they did not meet up through Facebook, I guess.
Two young people get together, and sex takes precedence. She is eighteen, he is… a bit older. I forget now, how older he is, but not all that much. The sex is tumultuous, and all-consuming -- and this was written at a time [1967] when such things were not really… written about. Or if they were written about, they were done badly.
This one is written goodly. [Unlike that very sentence about it].
Here is what makes the novel so unique, though -- in my opinion:
It is told in first-person narration from someone who is posing as omniscient.
What he is writing about, he could not possibly KNOW.
And in such sparing prose. Never have I seen so many four and five-word sentences. It makes Hemingway seem verbose.
Salter has given us, through a thoroughly unreliable narrator, a fascinating glimpse of what goes on in the lives of young people infatuated with each other's bodies and souls… whether what actually took place in these pages did or not is not the point. The point is, whether it did or not -- it does.
Yesterday, today, and always.
I was riveted to this book. You can read it in a sitting, almost.
But for parts of it, you may even want to be lying down. Or maybe pacing about. It is ribald and saucy. 
Picante.
A perfect mix of elation, euphoria, irresponsible hedonism, and sadness. Bittersweet sweetness. 
A sense of the fleeting value of time and experience permeates A Sport and a Pastime. 
It is worth more than a fleeting look.
*****

Thoughts On The Phrase "Grow A Pair"

At the risk of losing the few readers I have that still tune in to Bookpuddle from time to time and wonder….. "Umm, why is this guy pretty much never talking about books anymore"….. umm -- let me now make the situation a few magnitudes worse. Just a few words about… testicles.
Or more specifically, that thing that people say when they are berating someone that is not "manning up" or being "tough enough".
You've maybe used the phrase yourself now and then, or at least are familiar with it -- people that think someone else is being a "wimp" say [and there's no question mark at the end of it, so it isn't even really a proper question], they say -- 
"Why don't you grow a pair!"
A pair of what? Testicles?
The majority of my Bookpuddle readers are women, but let me assure you, as a man with two perfectly good… [those things] -- I can 100% guarantee you that the last thing I would ask for, to make me TOUGHER, or more invulnerable -- would be like, to acquire somehow… more testicles.
Two are already way too many.
In all seriousness, a five-year old kid could completely debilitize Arnold Schwarzenegger if he or she landed a good kick in the right place. So I am not sure what people mean when they say "grow a pair." They must mean that, in the first place…. you did not have any? That is the only explanation. But even that does not make sense. 
Because really, you would be some sort of super-hero if you did not have any at all.
I can understand what it means to grow a "pear"…. but growing a "pair"?
An extra one, like?
It would not help matters. Not at all.
Like having four or six of these things? I would not ever leave the apartment.
I promise -- my next blog-posting will be about books.

Splash du Jour: Friday

 

Have a great Friday!

*****

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

The boundary between dream and awake was becoming grotesquely elastic. A psychiatrist once told me that this is indicative of one's ego boundaries breaking down, the next stage into psychosis, where ego and id, dream and reality, form a a tidal wave breaking up all semblance of structure and function of anything in its path. In my father's words in his story, "For Esme", he likens his character's mind to unstable luggage "teetering off the overhead rack" on a train.
-- Margaret Salinger, Dream Catcher --
Have a great Wednesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

Her eyes were mostly white, of course, with a dark part in the middle, divided by a small ring of blue. It seemed to her that a person should see out of the white part of the eye, not the dark part. But that was not how things were. It was only though the deep hole of darkness that she could perceive herself in the mirror.
-- Dara Horn, The World To Come --

Have a great Tuesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

The most important thing in life is loving.
And having someone love you, in return.
Until I am shown otherwise, I remain convinced that this is why the word "reciprocation" was invented.
-- Me --
Have a great Monday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Friday

Shortly after his mother died and his first wife left him, Benjamin Ziskind decided that he had been cheated too many times, and that he wouldn't believe anyone anymore. It's true that trust is dangerous. More dangerous than anything else. But eventually someone reminded him that trust is also the only thing that makes life worth living.
--- Dara Horn, The World To Come --

Have a great Friday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Thursday

When I read about the way in which library funds are being cut and cut, I can only think that American society has found one more way to destroy itself.
-- Isaac Asimov --

Have a great Thursday! 
*****

Eleanor Catton Wins The Booker

This may be the first time I am writing a blog about an author before I have ever read any of their work.
And no! It is NOT only because she is ridiculously gorgeous. There is [believe it or not] another reason.
She is Ontario-born!
Ontario, the Canadian province in which I live, gave birth to this prize-winning author by the name of Eleanor Catton. I have many times ogled her dustjacket image… I mean, her BOOK -- in the store. The Luminaries has the distinction now of being the biggest book [page-wise] to ever win the prestigious Man-Booker Prize. Have any of you hefted this thing in the store yet? It's a beauty.
The story takes place in the 1800's, in New Zealand, where the author now lives. This is all I know about it. Oh yeah, and it weighs about a pound for each of the 50,000 she's now won for writing it.
Click on the book image below to find out more about the author. 

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

Have a great Wednesday!

*****

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
-- Madeleine L'Engle --

Have a great Tuesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning.
-- Albert Einstein --

Have a great Monday!
*****

"Candle Stuff": Speaking For All Cavemen Out There

I may be mistaken, but I imagine that a major problem with early civilization is that night occurred. 
Think about the problem of night-time.
From here on in, I am making stuff up, and have done no research. But think about it -- Darkness is a downer.
At some point in our earthly history, some Leno-jaw-boned guy surely started a fire with sticks and said "Holy shit" before either of those two words had meaning. 

Now the problem was how to keep it going while you were not tending it. Hmmm… The idea of perpetual light must have been a…. near-orgasmic problem to be solved. Trust the Chinese….. the race that has had more orgasms than any other type of people! They took whale fat and constructed a device that would give light while you were severely worrying about darkness. One of them inserted a wick at some point. And candles were invented, thanks to this Chinese entrepeneur.
Milllennia later, an American guy [go figure] figured this "candle stuff" was not quite doing all it could do. Thomas Edison devised a light bulb. [Again, I am pretty much guessing here…. who cares what the guy's name was!]
Thing is, nowadays we do not at all worry about darkness. Unless it is voluntary. Or there is an electrical blackout. I can go down to my car right now, in an underground garage, and pretty much have a valid complaint if I cannot find my Mazda in the darkness.
We have come a long way from mistaking a stalactite in a cave for a stalagmite.
What are we even doing in a cave, without a flashlight, in the first place?
This is what I am saying.
*****

Thoughts On Anthropocentrism

I am an extremely boring person to know, unless you want to talk a lot. [Ask anyone I know! They'll tell you!]
What I mean by that is -- umm, I don't DO much. 
My favorite pastime is reading, drinking coffee [or beer] and thinking. But also talking with people. I do that a lot.
And I find that I tend to try to steer people toward talking about what I would call… Ultimate Reality. 
Ideas about existence itself, Awareness, life after death, religion, God, evolution, etc., -- I love to just try and get a handle on where people are "at" with their own thinking about such topics. 
I myself have been all over the map on these issues, throughout my life. And as I rapidly approach a half century of a lot of pensive coffee-drinking [and beer] -- I have sort of settled myself into a number of viewpoints about these issues that seem to satisfy me. But as I discuss them with people I always include the proviso that this is what I "currently" believe -- because it does change. Old ideas get displaced by what I consider better ideas.
[This right now is the place where I will not at all be offended if you click this blog shut, because I am about to yap for quite a while about what I call "anthropocentrism". If you want to keep reading, it will require patience.]

As I have talked with other people, maybe hundreds of people over the years, I've noticed a distinct correlation between ideas of human evolution and ideas of sentient life on other planets.
That is my "premise" statement for what follows.

My observation is that almost invariably, [admittedly, proponents of Intelligent Design throw a few human-made wrenches into it] if a person is OK with the idea of human evolution [a la Darwinism] -- they will almost always also be sympathetic to the idea of the possibility of sentient life on other planets -- I mean, outside of our own solar system.
Many people believe in outright Creationism [a la, The Bible, and other such texts].
Vis a vis there is a God who purposed to create human beings -- and did so. What follows in a discussion with people who feel strongly about this, is that He [God] did not ALSO create other beings somewhere in outer space, on other planets. He only created us. I myself, when a far less critical thinker than I am today, also believed in this idea, and strongly so. [I no longer do].
I find that such a propensity can only lead, whether a person is aware of it leading to this or not, that the reason that everything exists is because of our own existence.  I could cite many Bible references that tend to allude to, and in effect, encourage, such an interpretation of human existence.
In light of what we have scientifically discovered about the Universe, however, I have come to see this as a very narrow "anthropocentric" view to adhere to. 
Which is to say I can no longer hold to it.
To compare the existence of human life on planet Earth with what we now know about how long [time-wise] existence itself has... existed -- it seems to me an ignorant, possibly arrogant and definitely self-centered way of looking at whatever Ultimate Reality is.
But back to my premise [above] -- I want to try and narrow this current field of discussion to just a few questions that you can maybe ask yourself over a coffee or a beer, to assess what you yourself believe.

Are you a Creationist?
If so -- my premise would statistically predict that you do not believe there is sentient life elsewhere in the Universe. In other words, we, as human beings, apart from God, are the only beings anywhere, aware of our own existence in the Universe.
[Do you see how anthropocentric that sounds?]
Are you an Atheist?
If so -- my premise would statistically predict that you are able to swallow the idea that we are possibly not the only beings anywhere capable of, you know…. creating things like salami, Lamborghinis, and….. Facebook.
Are you an "Intelligent Designer"? 
If so -- you may believe that God sort of "used" evolution to do his "creating" of sentient life?
Whichever of these categories you [again] "currently" find yourself falling into -- to my mind, there are only so many options out there, to truly believe in, when you consider the correlation of the ideas of human evolution, and other sentient life somewhere in outer space.
They are these:

1) "God" created sentient beings [us] on planet Earth. And in doing so, "he" did not create any sentient life anywhere else.
2) There is no "God", and sentient life has randomly evolved on Earth, but has not done so anywhere else in the Universe.
3) "God" created sentient beings on planet Earth, and it is possible that "he" has also created sentient life on other planets in outer space. [Which, by the way, sort of turns the Bible into a "Book of Bad Jokes"].
4) There is no "God", and sentient life has randomly evolved on Earth, but it is possible, and even entirely probable, that sentient life has also evolved on other planets in the Universe.
5) There are more than one "God". Ours created us here, and Others, created other sentient beings elsewhere. [This to me is, by far, the nuttiest of all the propositions].

I am being completely sincere when I say that if you can think of yet another [sixth] valid option, other than these five above, I would love to hear of it.   

I'm sorry -- but I am very aware that I am a "thinker".
A very boring person, like I said at the start. I think a lot. A real lot.
But I cannot fathom the idea that if every other person on planet Earth died from something right now, and I was the only one left alive... typing away and opening the last of a soon-to-be-extinct luxury of beer [an entire possibility, right? Unlikely as it is?] -- that if that were to take place --  I would be the only sentient being thinking, about something -- in the entire Universe.
To me that is far too anthropocentric of a view to be anywhere near being tenable.
And by the way, if it were to happen, wouldn't I, in that moment, become the Being we have always mistakenly called "God"?
*****

Splash du Jour: Friday

Have a great Friday!

*****

Splash du Jour: Thursday

If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.
-- Mark Twain --

Have a great Thursday!
*****

Balcony With A View

I love living here! 

*****

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

'What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'
'Cats don't have names,' it said.
'No?' said Coraline.
'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”
-- Neil Gaiman, Coraline --

Have a great Tuesday!
*****

Moon, Planet and Books

Tonight after work I went out onto the balcony with my Harp beer and WOW -- the moon was incredible. The above picture does not at all do justice to how beautiful and serene it was. To the left of it is a very bright planet, and my internet research has narrowed it down to being either Venus or Saturn.
Today was a rude awakening back-to-work day, and this calm sight in the night sky was a peaceful thing to come home to.
Over my two weeks of vacation, amidst the visiting and partying, I managed to read two books, both of them in the genre of memoir.

First, Time Was Soft There: A Paris Sojourn at Shakespeare & Co., by Jeremy Mercer. It's the story of an Ottawa crime reporter who feels the need to get out of Canada for a while, due to a threat encurrred over a story he wrote for his newspaper. [If you are wondering where Ottawa is, by the way, look again at the above picture. It's that stuff under the moon and mystery planet.]
He finds himself adrift in Paris, lacking in funds and occupation. No job! And he wanders into Shakespeare and Co., which is a famous bookstore [a la Hemingway's A Moveable Feast?] the owner of which, tends to sympathize with the plight of bohemian vagrants. Mercer finds out that he can LIVE at the bookstore if he wants to.
And he does. He ends up becoming a resident there for quite a while. Literally sacking out on various mattresses that are liberally distributed on the many different levels of the bookstore. It is a crazy adventure, well told. I found myself thoroughly immersed in the story and, at times, wishing it was mine. 
Makes me want to visit this legendary bookstore one day. I doubt I would ever be able to live there [my real life has too many demands] but I would love to walk around in the afterglow of the many thousands of others that have done that very thing. A really great book.
Then I read Jonathan Franzen's, The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History. 
He is one of my favourite authors, and that really helps -- if you are going to read this book. I mean, it is interesting and everything, but there are those times when you wonder WHY you are reading it. There is nothing incredibly grandiose about his adventures, or even his life -- but since my own life is very similar, I did find it interesting. These six journal-essays are fun, for sure. Insightful. And I think every reader would find parallels in their own life…. especially if you are currently approaching the age of 50 or so [as I am]. All the high-school hijinx -- the angst over nuclear family and personal marital issues --  and then the last chapter, where Franzen talks about the development of his obsessive preoccupation with birdwatching -- it's a lot of fun. I've loved his novels, for sure -- I  only wish, in retrospect, that I had read The Discomfort Zone prior to reading them, because I would have appreciated the author's themes [which tend to the side of family, and general relationship dysfunction] a lot clearer. I do recommend it, and reading The Discomfort Zone will reveal the author as a man of great intellect -- in the most modest, self-deprecating, and non self-aggrandizing way imaginable. A man fully aware of his own discomforts, unafraid to share them.
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
-- George Eliot --

Have a great Monday!
*****

Puss N' Books

Splash du Jour: Friday

Have a great Friday!

*****

All Good Things Come To An...

...End.
Forgive me for my lack of Splash du Jourage this morning. 
I had a late night and now I am rushing about to get on a plane. Seems like the "away" portion of my holidays have come to an end.
So sad.
But it's been such an amazing time of frolicking with friends and family.
Now I'm about to get on a series of planes [the first one is one of these with the propellers, actually] and fly across the entire country -- until midnight.
For a traveling companion I will be reading Jonathan Franzen's memoirish book of essays -- The Discomfort Zone, writtien in 2006. And probably dabbling in a few magazines, too. Have any of you ever read this Franzen book? I love his fiction and look forward to reading a bit about his life and ideas. See you on the flipside, friends.
*****

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
-- E.M. Forster --

Have a great Wednesday!
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Splash du Jour: Tuesday

We're so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.
-- Joseph Campbell --

Have a great Tuesday!
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A Message About Massages

Well, as some of you know, I am now over a week into a two-week holiday. It's been great. But for the past couple of days I have felt physically terrible. It's been difficult to breathe, which isn't all that fun. And I was on a remote Island for a couple of days, so -- I just kept hoping it would all go away. But then this morning back on the mainland I awoke and just felt even worse, and had a major headache. 
My niece Sarah asked me if I thought a massage would help. I was very skeptical that any amount of massaging would be able to make me feel better -- but I agreed to lay down on the floor and she began to knead the daylights out of my back. And she is just a little pipsqueak.
Wow -- she found about three major points around my right shoulder blade that were definitely in need of severe manipulation. It was a mixture of relaxation and painfulness.
All I know is that when I got up off the floor my headache was gone, and all the pain in my chest… ALL OF IT… was gone. So I have become quite a believer in massage therapy, as of today!
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.
-- Jonathan Franzen --

Have a great Monday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Friday

Not reading is worse than not knowing how to read.
-- George Whitman --

Have a great Friday!
*****

Off to Poets Cove

I love my family. I love a holiday. I love great food. I love drinking beer. I love islands. I love the ocean. I love not working. I love partying. I love a night sky filled with stars. I love laughing. I love reading. I love sleeping-in. And I love great food. [Did I already say that one?]
All of these things… the things I most love -- I will be doing and experiencing, beginning tomorrow, at this place called Poets Cove.
Envy me.
Here are some aerial shots of the place:

Splash diu Jour: Thursday

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.
-- Bob Marley --

Have a great Thursday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

What does it mean to pre-board? Do you get on before you get on?
-- George Carlin --

Have a great Wednesday!
And whatever "pre-boarding" means -- I will be doing it in a few minutes because I am off for an Island holiday!
Cheers, all!
*****

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
-- Groucho Marx --

Have a great Tuesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

Our imaginations are strong as children. Sometimes they get shoved aside, these imaginations. They get dusty and mildewed with age. The imagination is a muscle that has to be put to use or it shrivels.
-- Julianna Baggott --

Have a great Monday!
*****

Texting -- A Bookpuddle Rant

I firmly believe that social media is a detriment to society.
If you can pry yourself away from Facebook long enough to listen to me, we can talk about it. Maybe.
But chances, are, a text on your phone will interrupt us.
The premise, the intentions, or what have you, may have been alright -- I'll grant you that, but this is a blog-posting about my interpretation of the RESULTS, and the results are not good.
The results are a lot of people being together, but they are [to borrow Sherry Turkle's phrase] "alone together."
Always the potential of an interruption to intimacy.

Admittedly, I am a bit [no, a lot]…… of a dinosaur. A regular triceratops of not being in step with the times. It is a wonder that there are are only two horns on my head, rather than three.
I do not have a cell phone. And I've never had one. Unless it becomes some sort of "law", I probably never will have one. I hate even the idea of immediate availability.
What's the next step? A micro-chip imbedded in my head, where random people can intercept my thoughts?
Think about it.
Most of the people you associate with, from day to day, will cut you off mid-sentence to answer an incoming text message.
What has this done to what we have always considered to be one-on-one communication, not to mention issues of privacy and the basic tenets of personal intimacy? Nowadays, someone in an entirely different time zone has the potential of being more immediate than the person sitting across from you, or the person you are in bed with at night. They access you to the beat of your current favourite song, while the person in your presence is saying something that was interrupted by that opening refrain.
It is the very epitome of interpersonal violation. It is mental rape.
Social media has re-defined the word "friendship" because, in several instances, a person would rather be a "friend" to a virtual stranger, than be a friend to a real person, in real time.
In real presence.
The upshot of what has happened with our addiction to social media is that connection has created a disconnect. You will tell someone on Facebook or text-message something you would not say to the most actually significant people in your life. This can only lead, ultimately, to weaker connections with those that matter most, and greater connections to those that matter least.
Intimacy where it is not deserved, and was never meant to be directed.

If I could do one thing in this world…. much as those who desire to find a cure for cancer, and such things…. I would choose to take every mobile text-messaging device and secretly launch them into outer space --- to create a WWIII on some other planet than our own.
Our access to random communication has devolved our capacity for communication with each other -- the people whose breath you can smell as they speak to you.
This blog, in itself, is a utilization of this same technology, and I understand that. I am speaking to a random person, who is capable of a random response. The difference to me, though, is I retain the option of not responding. With many aspects of social media today, that option factor has subtly been eliminated.
We seem to be engrossed in showing affection and recognition where it is needed least.
*****

Two Big Books

The last two books I've read have been fairly lengthy ones. Together they total over 1,300 pages, and neither one is for the faint-of-heart reader, really.
Both are excellent, in their own way.

Firstly, Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel.
Most of you will know that this novel won the Booker Prize for 2009. The sequel, Bring Up The Bodies won in 2012, hence, Hilary Mantel joins Peter Carey and J.M. Coetzee as the only two time winners, and she is the first to win with a sequel. Quite an accomplishment.  Also, she is the first to win with such a short interlude between books. In other words, she's on a roll! She's probably not too worried about the rising cost of brussels sprouts.
The third in the series is now being written.
This is a top-heavy book. By that I mean you really have to stick with it to enjoy it. The first stages can be criticized [I think] for being a bit daunting, history-wise and all. You've got to want to immerse yourself in 1520's England, you really do. But once you get the idea that this thing is really about Thomas Cromwell, you sort of get hooked, I think. On the wonderfully fashioned protagonist.
Cromwell [a real historical personage] climbs from a life of un-gentlemanly obscurity to incredible prominence in the court of King Henry VIII. He gets entwined in all the intrigues of court life, managing to prosper and advance himself through sheer ingenuity, sharp business sense, and personal charisma. Possessing the perfect blend of theoretical and practical wisdom while others are falling from heights of popularity and even being burned at the stake now and then, Thomas soars to ever newer heights of political power and influence.
The book is too grand to summarize in any paragraph. I encourage you though, to be brave, and stick with Wolf Hall to the end.

Secondly, Cutting For Stone by Abraham Verghese.
This story takes place largely in 1950's Ethiopia, but also branches out into later decades in America. It is the story of twin brothers orphaned at birth, and immediately abandoned by their father. The boys are raised by doctors from the hospital in which they were born, and they mature into distinct personalities with as many similarities between them as there are differences. One of the boys develops a childhood love for a girl named Genet -- and his brother robs her of her virginity. Not only does this create a rift between the two boys, but later in life, the radical political actions of the girl herself causes Marion [that's his name, the boy who truly loved her in the as yet non-physical sense] to be exiled to America.
In this actual separation from each other, the young men [both now doctors] become even further estranged -- that is, until dire events in America create a reunion situation which will call for ultimate acts of self-sacrifice, reconciliation and forgiveness.
This is a brilliant, epic, sprawling book -- and again, it seems so impossible to do justice to it in a brief review. Suffice it to say it is probably the best book I have yet read this year. I found it entirely engrossing and interesting -- but having said that, I should add that there is a lot of technical medical rigamarole in Cutting For Stone. I enjoyed this, but not all readers will. I've read reviews where Verghese [a doctor himself] is criticized for his emphasis on medical terminology etc. Apparently, this did not appeal to everyone.
For me, it only added to the incredible verisimilitude of this entire story. I agree with none other than John Irving, who said of it -- "I’ve not read a novel wherein medicine, the practice of it, is made as germane to the storytelling process, to the overall narrative, as the author manages to make it happen here."
Cutting For Stone is just so well constructed, interesting, and deeply moving. 
I highly recommend it.
*****

Splash du Jour: Thursday

Let's say I hadn't won the Nobel Prize. Let's say I wasn't read all over the world.
I would say exactly what I'm saying now. 
The difference is that… what I say now is quoted around the world three minutes later.
-- Jose Saramago --

Have a great Thursday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

I spent three days a week for 10 years educating myself in the public library, and it's better than college. People should educate themselves - you can get a complete education for no money. At the end of 10 years, I had read every book in the library and I'd written a thousand stories.
-- Ray Bradbury --

 
Have a great Wednesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

Coffee Forest

Pretty sure it does not grow like this,
I kept dreaming. Trees like sequoias
dangling coffee beans.

Men on scissor-lifts hacking at vines.
The berries falling as I strangled
my pillow.

Other men, side-spike boots, climbing
and cutting as they got higher,
tossed branches to the ground.

All of these characters I forget, recalling
your brown eyes, Evita. Recording names
and activities in your ledger.

Following your calves into the quonset
where I pretended to know why I was there
as the sun was setting.

c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010

Have a great Tuesday!
*****

Splash du Jour: Monday

Have a great Monday!

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The Author I Love

Jose Saramago.
If someone were to ask me which author is most worthy to be read in his entirety, I would not hesitate to answer, "Jose Saramago".
My only reservation would be caused by the swish of Tolstoy's beard as he swept by swinging his sickle and shouting "What?" [in Russian].
Admittedly, Tolstoy is up there, too.
But why would I stick with Saramago?
Because. [And by the way, you will never see a sentence that brief in his unpunctuated stuff!]
If Saramago lived in Tolstoy's time, he would have been Tolstoy.
But he lived in ours. In our time. And this is why I would choose him as more relevant.
I've read pretty much everything that Jose Saramago has ever had published, excluding his travelogue about Portugal. A few of my Saramago books are not even included in the hastily assembled coffee-table collage, above. And one day I will probably get to the travelogue.
First of all, his style is entirely arresting. It is like nothing you have seen before. He eschews proper punctuation, and his sentences travel on, un-comma-ed, for nearly a century. Once you clue in to his style, you are hooked, and begin to wonder why apostrophes exist.
But he speaks to the human situation like no one else can do it.
Saramago is Portuguese, and we English folk enter his mind via translation, [as we do with his only rival, Leo] -- and it is a journey well-taken.
I am using the present tense, but my favourite author is gone, and I am now left to the bittersweet pleasure of re-reading him. He began his literary career at the age of 55, which gives me hope, as I shall turn 50 this year -- and have yet, written nothing.
I remember the very day that I sat at a Second Cup coffee shop [June, of 2010] and tuned in to the internet and heard that Jose Saramago had passed away. I sat there in stunned silence.
Stunned. Silence.
If you have not yet ever discovered the work of Nobel-Prize-winning author Jose Saramago, I encourage you to get your ass-caboose to the nearest bookstore and buy up this man's words. I suggest that you start with either Blindness or The Cave, the latter of which I have even taken my blog-alias from, his protagonist, Cipriano.
It was such an honour to be in his presence back in 2005 -- to have my copy of  Bllndness signed by him.
I miss him.
A recent documentary I discovered has made me fall for him all over again:



Part 2 -- HERE.
Part 3 -- HERE.

Splash du Jour Thursday

I had no books at home. I started to frequent a public library in Lisbon. It was there, with no help except curiosity and the will to learn, that my taste for reading developed and was refined.
-- Jose Saramago --

Have a great Thursday!
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Splash du Jour: Wednesday

"And look, Gregory, it's all very well planning what you will do in six months, what you will do in a year, but it's no good at all if you don't have a plan for tomorrow."
-- Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall --

Have a great Wednesday!
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Splash du Jour: Tuesday

Have a great Tuesday!
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Splash du Jour: Monday

It's what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.
-- Oscar Wilde --

Have a great Monday!
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