Gardened nearly all day today, plus a man came to measure up the drive. I think it will cost thousands, but the old concrete slabs are lifting and cracking and it really looks rough.
Border Line submission
5.3.13 A week ago I emailed an agent in Oxford who requested the whole ms of Border Line in 2011, but turned it down – too slow, too much description of Slovenia, not moved enough by who would live and who would die. I had an email today to say that I could resubmit 3 chapters and synopsis of Border Line. Can’t say I am hopeful, but I am busily messing up the dialogue of one of the characters preparatory to sending it.
too many books again
2.3.13 Picked up the new book that EG gave me at Christmas, 1853 A Year in Music, by Hugh MacDonald for my morning tea-in-bed read. I am once more involved in too many books. I still have 40 odd pages to go of the Scott Fitzgerald, which I am now reading in my after lunch research slot. I should be reading the Arandora Star at this time about the interned British Italians lost on this ship in July 1940. This will unwind over the next few days.
Darwin Lecture
1.3.13 Great lecture in the Darwin series on Foresight. This was using the Dunedin longitudinal study to look at the effects of self-control (ability to concentrate, to wait for gratification … must look up the other elements) in children on their health, wealth and parenting ability in adulthood. The results are quite cheering in that there is a significant association between poor self-control early in life and poor outcomes later. These effects are not due to either existing IQ or poverty. As self-control is something that can be encouraged and even learnt early in life it must be possible to improve outcomes. It was a pity that no mention was made of interventions schemes such as Headstart and Surestart.
Fitzgerald
28.2.13 Nearly finished the Scott Fitzgerald. Apart from the depressing inevitability of the story, there is the strangely un-modern use of adverbs and adjectives – very luxurious – I wouldn’t dare. Also this visiting of every nuance of what people are feeling or might be feeling, or might seem to be feeling is very slow and steamy way of going about life.
Opera at home
28.2.13 We have 9 people round to watch the Salzburg 2005 Traviata (Verdi) with Netrebko and Villazon. Three new people who have seen one opera between. They coped very well, the old timers loved it though the new TV and sound bar made both the colours too heavy and the sound too shrill. I think we took out much of the bass to prevent throbbing. We’ll have to adjust it for the next one.
notepad
25.2.13
Today in the shower, as I tried to make my fingers meet – right hand over shoulder and left bent up my back (I can do it the other way round) – I found my thoughts making a tour that has become a habit. Anything I can do now, I will be able to do less well or not at all in ten years time. It’s downhill only from now on. I had two follow-on thoughts. 1) At the end of Gillies book about POWs ‘non-work’ activities during the war, there was a chapter about what they did after release and for the rest of their lives. John Lowe, a prisoner in Changi, and Formosa, at the age of 88 attended children’s dancing classes. At the age of 90 he danced in Ely Cathedral. 2) it’s pretty silly to worry about what I won’t be able to do in ten years time. It’s possible that I won’t be around, so it is infinitely more productive to worry about what I can do today (always bearing in mind that staying fit in case I have another thirty plus years to go is a generally good idea). I make no progress in my attempts to relearn the piano. Another fantasy I have is that there will be a crash course for incompetent oldies to learn the piano i.e. do nothing else for a week. I expect there is, and it probably costs as much as a new piano.
Scott Fitzgerald
25.2.13 This morning I returned to the other book I was reading, Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night. A few chapters in I felt unenthusiastic about reading the rest of it. There is no secret about where the novel is heading – downhill. However in the last weeks the style has grown on me. All the minute dissections of what individuals might or might not be feeling – always digging for another layer of truth.
Larsson and Gillies
24.2.13
Finished The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (Stieg Larsson) last night, but the story lingers and I read the paper this morning expecting to hear about financial shenanigans. Finished The Barbed Wire University (Midge Gillies) today. What admirable detailed research. I think the follow-up chapter looking at the men’s later careers following their unnatural experiences is very important. I enjoyed the acknowledgements too. I wonder what happens to the men released from Guantanamo.
too many books
23 February 2013
I am reading too many books at the same time. Midge Gillies The Barbed Wire University, Maria Serena Balestracci’s The Arandora Star (only started this) and Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. They all, rather depressingly, deal with man’s inhumanity to man, and almost exclusively the ‘man’ dealing the inhumanity equals men. The receivers can be either men or women. The first two are non-fiction and everything within them is well-researched and as true as the author’s can make it. Stieg Larsson’s crime thriller is fiction, but there is no doubt that the gross crimes he depicts happen, though probably in a less sensational manner.
As a human I am weary of the failure over historical time to reduce, never mind eliminate, the appalling things people do to each other. I also, admire the constant thread of of decent, courageous men and women whose lives and actions throughout these stories.
As a writer I am fascinated.
The Gillies book, is rather solid, scholastic reading. All the mundane detail of how men tried to survive prison life in Europe and the Far East in WWII are gathered together and laid out with methodical and humane clarity. This is not always exciting, but it is psychologically telling. We have voracious brains, we cannot cope with doing nothing (see Daniel Bor’s The Ravenous Brain). Except when reduced to dying skeletons, men and women compulsively seek to feed their brains by some means or other. Even the dying skeletons appreciated being read to as they lay rotting on bug-ridden bamboo slats in unimaginable heat and pain.
I am curious that music played such an important part in men’s survival (see Daniel Levitin’s Your Brain on Music). In every forces prison camp (Gillies book does not deal with the Concentration Camps) in WWII in both Europe and the Far East men cobbled together musical instruments and sang, even in the worst of times. Both Guards and men listened to music.
The Larsson book has a lot of lessons for a writer. The dry journalistic style makes every word sound so true. The content is also often mundane e.g. all the contents of a bookshelf methodically listed, but the hanging threads of the stories and the sensationalistic content of some of the protagonists’s behaviour, make it a heart-beating, un-put-downable read. It is also an emphatically male style of writing. The good guys (and girls) have sex on tap without any strings attached, mostly initiated by the women. The girl with the dragon tattoo has skills beyond any normal human – she can masquerade as anyone, with any accent, obtain any document, or crack any computer. I don’t quite buy her, but all is fair in fiction.
My own writing, in contrast, comes across as mild and optimistic. I abhor cruelty and violence and detest aggressive people. I don’t really enjoy reading books which cause my heart to beat at double speed, or make me feel sick. I think the mostly decent people I write about exist and are as real as the people in Gillies or Larsson’s book. I think there is immense courage needed in, say, caring long-term for a sick person or living with a mental illness. I think making music or art that makes individuals feels better about life is as worthwhile as, say, chasing and catching criminals.