Bloomsday

Shared on QK
&
Reviewed in The Guardian

Happy Bloomsday
from James Joyce and Friends!

Herman Melville

Oscar Wilde

Edgar Allan Poe

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Also Nativity

Memoirs in May

Contemplating My Own Memoirs

"Go Away I'm Reading"

As you can imagine, I receive a lot of gifts
along these lines, and love them all:

"No Such Thing As Too Many Books"

1.
“Every connection has an obligation
even if the obligation is Joy — to cherish it.” (p 92)

From
Left on Tenth: A Second Chance at Life
Delia Ephron (b 1944)
[See also QK & KL]

2.

"We thought we were in the best place in the world in this neighborhood, in the all-Irish housing projects where everyone claimed to be Irish even if his name was Spinnoli. We were proud to be from here, as proud as we were to be Irish. . . . Southie was Boston's proud Irish neighborhood. . . .

"I always had a sense of security here, a sense of belonging that I've never felt anywhere else . . . a feeling that someone would watch your back. Sure, bad things happened to my family, and to so many of my neighbors and friends, but there was never a sense that we were victims. This place was ours, it was all we ever knew, and it was all ours. . . .

"That's how I found myself staring out at a sea of faces, looking for my brothers among the living and the dead. I was looking for the truth about their lives and about their deaths. Like me, everyone at that night's vigil will forever be looking for the truth in Southie, where nothing's what it seems." (2, 5-6, 263)

From
All Souls: A Family Story from Southie
Michael Patrick MacDonald (b 1966)

3.
And I'm adding this one here,
because of the subtitle:

Heating and Cooling: 52 Micro-Memoirs
Beth Ann Fennelly (b 1971)

4.
"There was just Erica Jong, Feminist Icon,
except that she was really not that feminist,
and really not that iconic." (216)

From
How to Lose Your Mother: A Daughter's Memoir
Molly Jong-Fast (b 1978)

Except -- could it be that Molly Jong-Fast (while being an otherwise thoughtful and perceptive daughter) and Jane Kamensky (no excuses for her) are underestimating the impact of Erica Jong's work?

I am thinking back to the letter that my sister Peg wrote to me years ago from Frankfurt:

March 17, 1981

Dear Kit,

Since receiving your letter, I've looked everywhere for a copy of Fear of Flying. Do you know that there is not a copy to be found. The library copy is checked out and the bookstore is sold out. I remember seeing several copies in the bookstore about three weeks ago, but now they're gone. So, I've put a reserve on the library copy. Judging from what you say and what I've heard about the book, I figure three are a lot of bored housewives using the book as an "entertainment guide" for Germany. I can hardly wait to read it.

I've not even read the book and I find myself being embarrassed when I ask for it. While at the library, I also requested Firestarter by Stephen King, and everything was normal enough, but I'm certain that when I uttered the first "F" of Fear of Flying, there was an echo that caused all heads to turn and look at me. I never thought of myself as a shy person, and I'm not a prude, but I think I was born too early in this sexual revolution."

Peg and I read Fear of Flying together back in the day, and when How to Lose Your Mother came along, we discussed the life lessons we have retained from Erica Jong's fiction. As a heroine, Isadora Wing may have been flighty (pun intended!), but it wasn't her crazy antics and sexual romp through Europe that left their mark on us so much as her determination to make her own way through a culture of double standards, mixed messages and false promises.

Sure, Jong's soft - core porn approach can be over the top at times yet easy enough to accomodate because she is also telling such a good story and imparting so much wisdom:

On femininity vs feminism
Don't you see that men have always defined
femininity as a means of keeping women in line? (22)

On family
"It was the old psychosomatic side-step.
Everyone in my family dances it at every opportunity.
You've given me a splitting headache! You've given me indigestion!
You've given me crotch rot! You've given me auditory hallucinations!
You've given me a heart attack! You've given me cancer!" (44)

On decision making
" . . . your life may not be simple.
Why do you expect it to be . . .
why do you have to throw everything away
before you give yourself time to decide?
Can't you wait and see what happens later?" (171)

This one is from the sequel
to Fear of Flying
"Many people today believe that cynicism requires courage.
Actually, cynicism is the height of cowardice.
It is innocence and open-heartedness
that require the true courage —
however often we are hurt as a result of it."
(How to Save Your Own Life, 77)

And so much more!

**************************

As a feminist icon, Erica Jong
has a permanent spot on the sidebar of my daily blog,
along with other notables such as Margaret Atwood,
Virginia Woolf, King Solomon, and Sappho.

And she appears in many of my posts:
FN ~ KL ~ QK

April Foolery

On Facebook

Book Group

The last Thursday of every month was Book Group,
when the books would gather together to discuss Brian.

“It’s no fun here any more,” remarked Bleak House, glumly.
“Why doesn’t he read us?” whined the Grapes of Wrath. “It makes me so angry!”
“I’m sure he only bought me so he can show me off to his friends,”
complained Ulysses, in a stream of self-consciousness.

“I bet he can’t even remember my name, The Idiot,”
muttered a voice from the Russian literature section.
“That’s because he avoids you like The Plague,” said another.
“C’est vrai!” came a cry. “It is like I do not exist.”

“Let’s not give up on him yet.” It was Brave New World.
After some Persuasion, they agreed to give him one last chance.
“Be quiet!” cried Waiting for Godot with Great Expectations.
“Here he comes now!”

Brian entered the room, with his phone.
He sat down and watched some videos of baby pandas falling over.
After an hour or so, he started googling cats dressed as celebrities.

On the shelf, the books waited with uncracked spines,
their silence speaking volumes.

By Brian Bilston (b 1970)
More on FN & QK & FB

Plus, something funny:
The Sex Lives of Cannibals:
Adrift in the Equatorial Pacific

And, something for
Shakespeare's Birthday

Book on Windowsill

Spring in Gościeradz (1933)
Leon Jan Wyczółkowski (1852 – 1936)
Leading Polish painter and educator

I love the way Wyczolkowski captures the ethereal
energy coming from book, curtain, tree, light!

And just what is that golden book upon the windowsill?
Could it be . . .

1.
The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 1
by Beth Brower
Recommended by my friend Lisa

Hilarious, in manner of Oscar Wilde's
Importance of Being Ernest.  Very droll!
Would make a better mini-series than Downton!

2.
August is a Wicked Month
by Edna O'Brien
Sent as a gift from my friend Vickie

While brooding about some ill-considered personal choices, the heroine repeats a mantra to herself . . .

173: "'It's not a crime, it's not a crime, it's not a crime,' she kept saying, arranging her footsteps to tune in with that one sentence. 'It's not a crime,' she said again . . . But even as she was saying it was not a crime she thought back to herself . . . the ivory girl in her tower of gold. Would they recognize her now?"

193: “She had not thought of him once. Not once. That was her crime. Under the soft skin and behind the big, melting eyes, her heart was like a nutmeg. Some of it had been grated by life but the very centre never really surrendered to anyone, not to the mother who stole for her, nor to the drunken father, nor to her far-seeing but poisoned husband, and not to the child in the way it should have.”

3.
Marriage and Other Monuments
by Virginia Pye
A must read for the local color of Richmond, Virginia,
written by one of my former Philadelphia neighbors

208 - 09: "Why are Black women always so angry at me? I haven't done anything to them."

"Jesus, Melissa, after all these years you don't get why someone might be less than friendly to you?

She shrugged. "I do, sort of, but come to think of it, no, not really."

220 - 21: "She [Cynthia] had left Bobby beause she was unwilling to be his helpmate, but maybe helping was an unavoidable part of the arrangement. Maybe marriage was a pact to keep each other afloat against all odds, natural and manmade. To ease the boat of life downstream through rough waters, including old age."

4.
The Hounding
by Xenobe Purvis
Sent as gift from my friend Laura

Here's what I noticed about this mysterious novel -- especially since I did not look ahead or read any reviews, not even the book jacket -- I honestly did not know and could not guess what was going to happen! Even up until the last page, I did not see it coming -- the murder, the reprieve, the escape.

I can see how some readers want a more detailed conclusion, but maybe it's better for the reader to wonder where the sisters are going and what will happen and whether or not there is a rational explanation. Personally, I want it to be a novel about imaginations running wild, completely unnecessarily.

I loved the thoughts of the grandfather about how strong and independent he wanted the girls to be.

~ Or these ~

5.
With commentary from from
my daughter - in - law Cathleen

6.
Sent as a gift from my friend Katie
[a bizarre connection!]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Another painting of
window and book

The Young Cicero Reading
by Vincenzo Foppa (c.1427–c.1515)

Posted previously on The Ides of March

The Beginning of Happiness

Virginia Woolf, 1912
portrayed while knitting
by her sister Vanessa Bell

"It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book. The dinner is by now forgotten; Lessing has been long overshadowed by other writers; and even the sex, once she and Richard reached that point, was ardent but awkward, unsatisfying, more kindly than passionate. What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the tie, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other." (p 98)

from The Hours
by Michael Cunningham, b 1952

Conversation Piece, 1912
by Vanessa Bell (1879–1961)

Mother - daughter dialogue
from the movie script:

Julia: I bumped into Louis Waters.

Clarissa: Oh, you did? Where?

Julia: In the street.
They're all here, aren't they? All the ghosts.
All the ghosts are assembling for the party!
He is so weird.
Oh, what? You can't see that?
You can't see that Louis Waters is weird?

Clarissa: I can see that he's sad.

Julia: Mom, all your friends are sad.
You've been crying. What's happening?

Clarissa: Earlier today I looked around this room
and thought: I'm giving a party.
All I wanna do is give a party!

Julia: And?

Clarissa: I know why he does it.
He does it deliberately.

Julia: Oh, is this Richard!

Clarissa: Of course. He did it this morning.
He gives me that look.

Julia: What look?

Clarissa: To say: your life is trivial. You are so trivial.
Just daily stuff, you know, schedules and parties, and details.
That's what he means. That is what he's saying.

Julia: Mom, it only matters if you think it's true.
Well? Do you? Tell me.

Clarissa: When I am with him, I feel: "Yes, I am living!"
And when I am not with him,
yes, everything does seem sort of silly.

I don't mean with you, right? God!
Never with you. Just all the rest of it.

Julia: Sally?

Clarissa: The rest of it. False comfort.

Julia: Because?

Clarissa: If you say to me, "When were you happiest?"

Julia: Mom!

Clarissa:"Tell me the moment you were happiest."

Julia: I know! I know, it was years ago.

Clarissa: Yeah.

Julia: All you're saying is: you were once young.

Clarissa: I remember one morning, getting up at dawn,
there was such a sense of possibility!
You know? That feeling?
And -- and I remember thinking to myself:

"So this is the beginning of happiness.
This is where it starts!
And, of course, there'll always be more."

Never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning.
It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Down, down into the midst of ordinary things."

"Let us not take it for granted that life exists
more fully in what is commonly thought big
than in what is commonly thought small."

~ Virginia Woolf ~

Theo of Golden

A nice thing to do with this book:
buy an extra copy, wrap it in a golden bow,
and give it as a birthday present.

A few favorite passages
from Theo of Golden
by Allen Levi

This one just made me laugh:
29: "The sidewalk tables at the pubs and restaurants along Broadway were all occupied, and foot traffic was robust, made up predominantly of college students and other adherents to the idea that weekends begin on Thursday."

The significance of a picture frame:
128: "How is it, Theo wondered, that a piece of paper -- a letter, a photo, a ticket stub, a sketch, a painting - is suddenly transformed by placing it in four bits of wood beneath a pane of glass? What does it mean that we place permanent boundaries around transient moments? What does it say of humankind that we take such trouble to freeze specific memories, that we devote such energy to capturing and preserving the 'minute particulars' of our lives?"

The signficance of the bicycle:
146 / 166: "William Saroyan said 'the bicycle is the noblest invention of man.' And in 'Rescue the Perishing,' that story, the little boy did not want a new bicycle. He liked the one he had. It cost him $27.50 of his own money. Well, I don't want a new bicycle either . . . I like mine perfectly fine. . . ."

250: "They [brothers Tom and Douglas in Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine] ride all over Green Town on their bikes. And they think Leo Huffman invented the bicycle, so they ask him to invent a Happiness Machine too."

Additional references to
Saroyan's "bicycle stories"
reminded me of
Flann O'Brien & H. G. Wells
For Ellen, as for so many of us:
146: ". . . books were her language, her neighborhood, her connection to reality."

Including: 148: Eudora Welty, "Why I Live at the P.O."
150: Carson McCullers
250: Harper Lee
254: James Hurt, "The Scarlet Ibis" -- I remember Ben & Sam reading this one in high school
256: Faulkner (Blue Jay)

The magic of majoring in English:
171: "After high school, I went away to college and got an English degree, so I could be a teacher. I read this essay one time about an English teacher, Whenever somebody asked him about his job, he would say he taught a course in magic. That made sense to me. Still does. He taught his students that words and books are like magic."

One big river
179: "Might it be that the water from the river of his childhood had found its way to this one, that the cyclical life of rainfall -- sky to earth to sky again, over and over -- had brought the elixir of the Iberian wine country to this place? That the river of gold in Portugal had come, through cloudburst and current, to this river of gray in Golden? And had soe of Golden's flow found its way to the hillsides of Theo's childhood? Was there, after all, only one big river that flowed across the earth?"

254: Additional memories of the River Marne

Theo's boyhood memory of seeing a fisherman pause
from his work on the boat to take up his paintbrush:
181: "Any fisherman knows that this is the best time to be fishing. But artists know this is the enchanted hour, when the sunlght is most magical. It's hard to know sometimes. Fish or pai, right? FIsh or paint? Well, I tell you, this time of year, I'm afraid I have no choice. I always make time for this."

The lasting impact of serving in Vietnam and
seeing the Memorial Wall for the first time
186: "It's amazing how a flat piece of stone can change your life, but that damn thing brought stuff up in me I'd been holding in for a long time. I'm still not sure why I went to see it, and I'm not sure I should have, but it probably did me some good."

Many more references to art and literature
51: Shakespeare & Co

161: "The biblically literate among them might have expected a finger to start writing on the wall at any moment: Mene, mene tekel, upharsin."
Previous connections on the Quotidian Kit
Blue Jay & Ginkgo & Picture Framing

Another blogger's
favorite Theo quotes

&

My random notes to self

1.
Is the mystery woman Mrs. Ponder?
(mentioned 2x: the photograph on Mr. Ponder's desk
and the painting in Asher's studio)

2.
Review Theo's visit to Asher's studio
and compare to concluding series of letters

3.
142: missing time
not sure about this one . . .
it's bad enough to misunderstand your own notes,
but particularly when it is a note about something
that's missing, expecially "missing time"!

Perhaps upon rereading, I can figure it out!

The Midnight Blogpost

The Moon on New Year's Eve

If you're looking for something to read
when the clock strikes twelve, how about this novel
concerning the quirks and tweaks and funny tricks of time:

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
At least 4 friends (Gene, Katy, Kerry, Laura), all on separate occasions, recommended this novel; plus, it was a clue on Jeopardy! so I knew it was going to be a good one. I admit that I was not consistently enamoured of Nora and the multiverse, but I was perpetually enthralled by the manner in which it brought to mind so many other things that I deeply love, such as

1. This poem by Ernest Sandeen

My Two Lives

The life I could have lived,
that other, better one,
is also mine. Who else
can claim it?
Each morning, stooping down,
I know that I am not worthy
to tie my own shoelaces.

Ernest Sandeen, 1908 - 1997
Notre Dame Professor and Poet

2. This poem by H. D.

Never More Will the Wind
Never more will the wind
cherish you again,
never more will the rain.
Never more
shall we find you bright
in the snow and the wind.
The snow is melted,
the snow is gone,
and you are flown:
Like a bird out of our hand,
like a light out of our heart,
you are gone.

by H.D. (aka Hilda Doolittle, 1886 – 1961)

3. The dreamy (also nightmarish) poetic novel:
Einstein's Dreams by Alan Lightman

4. The dreamy (also nightmarish) historical novel:
Life After Life by Kate Atkinson

5. The Mirror of Erised -- Desire reversed -- in the Harry Potter novels -- where Harry glimpses a chance for the desire of his heart: communication beyond the grave.

6. A few movies come immediately to mind:
Coherence, Sliding Doors, It's a Wonderful Life
-- and doubtless there are many, many more.

7. Who couldn't use a do-over, right?

In each of these narratives, the characters are able to visualize a world in which they make better choices, maximize their options, achieve better outcomes; and try, try, try again for a more palatable existence.

And that's what The Midnight Library is all about:

"Every life contains many millions of decisions. Some big, some small. But every time one decision is taken over another, the outcomes differ. An irreversible variation occurs, which in turn leads to further variations. These books are portals to all the lives you coud be living. . . . You have as many lives as you have possibilities. There are lives where you make different choices. And those choices lead to different outcomes. If you had done just one thing differently, you would have a different life story. And they all exist in the Midnight Library. They are all as real as this life.” (p. 31)

One of my favorite features is "The Book of Regrets." Although Nora is only 35 years old, her "Book of Regrets" is already so heavy that she can barely pick it up (p. 34). However, it gets lighter and lighter as she realizes that no matter what alternative life she may have chosen, it would not have been perfect (pp. 155, 266). In fact, those other lives may not have worked out well at all, so she can relinquish her regret -- based only upon imagination and lack of knowledge -- for not having chosen them. Similar to the Parable of the Cross is her discovery "that the place you wanted to escape to is the exact place you escaped from. That the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective.” (284)

Nora also learns some hard realities:

1. " . . . death is the opposite of possibility." (p. 69)

2. " . . . you can choose choices but not outcomes." (p. 83)

3. " [her] father . . . had been a difficult man. . . .
Nora had felt that simply to be in his presence
was to commit some kind of invisible crime." (p. 87)

4. “'You’re overthinking it.’
‘I have anxiety.
I have no other type of thinking available.'” (p. 109)

5. "'You might need to stop worrying
about other people's approval . . .
you don't need a permission slip to be your--'" (p. 193)

6."Nora wanted to live in a world
where no cruelty existed, but the only worlds she had
available to her were worlds with humans in them." (p. 197)

7."'It seems impossible to live with hurting people.'
'Well, in fairness, dying hurts people too.'"
At the core of the novel (truly, the exact half - way point!), Matt Haig presents his core message, in a short chapter entitled "Expectation":

“Nora had always had a problem accepting herself. From as far back as she could remember, she'd had the sense that she wasn't enough. Her parents who both had their own insecurities, had encouraged that idea.

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed.

She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.

She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying her best.
And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free."
(p. 143)

The Full Moon After Yule

Are the library and librarian for real, or just a whirlwind vision, a frantic exploration of the dusty shelves before the clock strikes midnight?

"There is a chance that just before you die you'll get a chance to live again. You can have things you didn't have before. You can choose the life you want. . . . this whole library is part of you. Do you understand? You don't exist because of the library; the library exists because of you." It turns out that all Nora needs is "the book of her future . . . in this one that future was unwritten." The book of regrets can be left behind: "That is the last book you need. That will be ash by now. That will have been the first book to burn." (pp. 225, 265, 270 266)

The novel concludes optimistically:

She had to try harder. She had to want the life she always thought she didn’t. Because just as this library was a part of her, so too were all the other lives. She might not have felt everything she had felt in those lives, but she had the capability. She might have missed those particular opportunities that led her to become an Olympic swimmer, or a traveller, or a vineyard owner, or a rock star, or a planet-saving glaciologist, or a Cambridge graduate, or a mother, or the million other things, but she was still in some way all those people. They were all her. She could have been all those amazing things, and that wasn’t depressing, as she had once thought. Not at all. It was inspiring. Because now she saw the kinds of things she could do when she put herself to work. And that, actually, the life she had been living had its own logic to it. . . . What sometimes feels like a trap is actually just a trick of the mind. She didn’t need a vineyard or a Californian sunset to be happy. She didn’t even need a large house and the perfect family. She just needed potential. And she was nothing if not potential. She wondered why she had never seen it before.” (p 269)

Related reading for 2026:
The Personal Librarian (suggested by Igor)
by Marie Benedict and Victoria Christopher Murray.

Maybe after that, I'll look for something else
with the word Library or Librarian in the title!

Or perhaps the word Book
as in The Last Bookaneer by Matthew Pearl
recommended by Gene;

or the personification of text
as in Inkheart by Cornelia Funke,
from Katie

See previous book blogs:
January 2025: bookstore = cathedral
"If you are in a cathedral,
you are quiet because you are in a cathedral,
not because other people are there.
It's the same with a library." (185)

Chernobyl:
"He seemed like he would be able
to sit in a field near Chernobyl and
marvel at the the beautiful scenery." (204)
April 2016 & May 2016

& The Quotidian Kit:
Children in the Leaves & Straw

Some other lives for me:
stick with childhood swimming and piano
end bad relationships sooner
stay single longer
major in accounting
go to art school
accept offer to model for art class
go to Hallmark or Ideals