Land of the Free

Happy 235^th Birthday, America!  It is surprising to realize that the Bicentennial was more than a third century ago.  The country had a great party, sans Twitter™, Facebook™, and smart phones.  The songs and stories of our nation’s history were heard throughout the land.  I recall our family trip to Boston where we walked the Freedom Trail, threw tea into Boston Harbor, and learned about the hardships of the Mayflower settlers at Plimouth Plantation. Our daughter won the local library’s writing contest with her recollections of the trip.  For a prize she received a copy of Caddy Woodlawn.

This morning I heard a lovely rendition of “America, the Beautiful.”  When was the last time I heard that?  Truthfully I can’t remember. The local classical music station, WFMT, played America’s music all morning:  “O! Susannah!”, “Grand Canyon Suite”, “Battle Hymn of the Republic”, Aaron Copland's "Old American Songs"...   Do children still learn the wonderful songs of our country’s history in schools so driven by diversity and egalitarianism? I’m fairly certain that Woody Guthrie songs, many of which I dearly love to hear, are still on the ‘approved list’ because of the author’s life of protest and ‘oppression’.  Unfortunately, many of Stephen Foster’s songs are banned by the same folks who wish to sanitize Mark Twain.  Sorry, folks; history is history. It is not the polemic of today’s social scientist.

“All men are created equal” does not mean all men’s outcomes are created equal only that some standard of fairness should prevail. Nor did it mean that all human qualities are equally valuable which was the patent folly of Marxism.  [Incidentally, our forefathers really meant, white men are created equal—not slaves, and certainly not women!] 

What has become of America’s dream of a republican form government that is representative; where the rights of the minority are protected by the majority?  I seriously doubt that today’s governance is representative of anyone lacking political or financial clout, anyone expecting comity and compromise, anyone without an agenda.  Tyranny of the minority predominates.  No wonder we seldom hear the songs and stories of our great history, warts and all.  The Levelers (and that's the LCD Levelers, lowest common denominator) are too set on contorting that history to suit agendas unrepresentative of the majority,  creating a country never intended by the signers of our Declaration of Independence.  Yes, the word is “Independence,” with liberty and justice for minority and majority alike.

Tonight, while the fireworks brighten the night, give some thought to where it all went wrong and how we can correct our direction.

Adieu Erudition

A modern librarian’s graduate degree generally includes the words “Information Science.” Librarians are trained to have a solid understanding of “information”—how it is created, whether or not the creators are reliable, what formats are appropriate to the subject field, how information is organized, its ‘shelf life’, where information can be located, and the means by which it can be disseminated. Traditionally libraries have been charged with the collection, organization, preservation and transmission of information by means dictated by the end user. Librarians are taught to critically evaluate information; they develop evaluation criteria like objectivity, currency, accuracy, and authoritativeness.

Paradoxically, with the exception of subject specialists in academic and research libraries, librarians don’t need to understand informational content in any depth. They just need to know how to get at it. My experiences in public libraries have sent me searching for the chemical components of a class of drugs, the chief elements of Italianate landscaping, the name of the organization that houses the Campbell Collection and all the Rose Bowl winning teams since 1902… The hunting has been great fun!

Today, the hunt is far more democratic yet unexpectedly more difficult and, potentially, more dangerous. The universality of Internet connectedness, coupled with a cyber-glut of information, blurs distinctions within the Information Hierarchy. It becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish—data, information, knowledge, opinion, belief; all are equivalent. Understanding is social consensus; Wisdom whatever is currently trending. While the e-verse drowns in data, librarians struggle to keep it reliable.

Is that reliability valued today? Everyone can and does “Google” for answers to diverse questions. Information is quickly “Binged” to mobile devises and “Twitted” in a frenzy of egalitarianism. Knowledge has become the creature of a social moment; information a commodity driven by expediency, bottom lines, and ‘push.’ Certainly today’s intellectual junk food has its place. If you are hungry and looking for a Chinese restaurant in a strange city, texting GOOGLE® for the location of the nearest one is far better than researching the history of Asian cuisine and customs! People want their information to be easy, hip, and quick. Any results that satisfy those criteria are “good enough,” no need to go further.

Good Enough information works in the short run, but it is not knowledge. Critical judgment is short circuited by ever shrinking attention spans. Context is lost in expediency. Consensus may be fine for trivial and transitory situations, but a steady diet of factoid tidbits can lead to poor intellectual nutrition. One’s sense of a well-balanced diet of facts and principles degrades when the mind is put on the back burner of opinion too often. Expediency blunts the appetite for better fare. One forgets how to plan, prepare, and serve a fine meal.

Formerly information was defined as knowledge attained through study or communication by authoritative persons; today it consists of topical facts or data supplied by any agent. A knowledgeable person was thoroughly conversant with a subject, having gathered diverse, complementary, and supplementary information into a corpus of facts; today, knowledge is downgraded to a general awareness of ideas or principles. Understanding required skilled discernment and comprehension; Encarta defines it as “somebody’s interpretation of something or a belief or opinion based on an interpretation or inference of something.” As for wisdom, we won’t go there.

As a librarian and a traditionalist I find today’s ubiquitous buffet of information without context or depth to be troubling. Today’s typical information seeker knows everything and understands nothing. We live in an age where access to data is incredibly lavish. This is good. Unfortunately plenty has made the mind careless, or should I say, care less. The fundamental substructures of knowledge are crumbling. The recipe for True Understanding must be preserved. I fear tomorrow may have no room or regard for the cordon bleu.

Data is the roux of our chef d’oeuvre. It must be intelligently organized and carefully tended before it becomes Information. Before qualifying as knowledge, Information must be seasoned with similar and contradictory facts. Related sources must be checked. Confirmation of the truth or correctness of data must be determined; critical judgment utilized to strain away impurities. Thus clarified, Knowledge becomes the principal ingredient of our entrée. Refinement follows. The pièce de résistance, Understanding, comes from years of hard work, practice, and devotion to excellence. The Wise cook knows how to tailor the menu for the user, what to take away and how to garnish the presentation.

It takes work and time. Fewer and fewer are willing to develop the recipe of True Understanding. Vive le connoisseur.

Bardolatry, the Quiz

It’s that time of year again; Shakespeare’s birthday on little cat’s feet attends. I have chosen a number of quotes from Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets, choosing the exceptionally lovely, including some most often quoted, incorporating a few of my favorites. Can you name the play from which the following quotes are taken? Give yourself extra points for naming the speaker. If you can place the quote in the correct act, scene, and line you are a) a Shakespearean actor of renown, b) an academic who teaches the works of the mighty bard, or c) you’re using the same sources that I have used. Dame Fortune be thy friend.



1. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

2. For there was never yet a philosopher

    That could endure a toothache patiently,

3. Cowards die many times before their deaths;

    The valiant never taste of death but once.

4. For ‘tis the mind that makes the body rich.

5. Things without all remedy

    Should be without regard: what’s done is done.

6. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my

    reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and

    what remains is bestial.

7. We are such stuff

    As dreams are made on, and our little life

    Is rounded with a sleep.

8. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

    I summon up remembrance of things past,

    I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

    And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

9. A friend i’ the court is better than a penny in purse.

10. O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness

     through another man’s eyes!

11. The moon, like to a silver bow

      New-bent in heaven.

12. Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.

13. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

     An evil soul producing holy witness

     Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,

     A goodly apple rotten at the heart:

     O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

14. Experience is by industry achieved

     And perfected by the swift course of time.

15. Slander,

     Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue

     Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath

     Rides on the posting winds and doth belie

     All corners of the world.

16. Let Hercules himself do what he may,

     The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

17. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little

     happy, if I could say how much.

18. Who steals my purse steals trash; ‘tis something, nothing;

     ‘Twas mine, ‘tis his, and has been slave to thousands;

     But he that filches from me my good name

     Robs me of that which not enriches him

     And makes me poor indeed.

19. And do as adversaries do in law,

     Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

20. They say, best men are moulded out of faults:

     And, for the most, become much more the better,

     For being a little bad.

21. Every good servant does not all commands.

22. He that dies pays all debts.

23. Neither a borrower nor a lender be;

     For loan oft loses both itself and friend,

     And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

     This above all: to thine own self be true,

     And it must follow, as the night the day,

     Thou canst not then be false to any man.

24. There is a tide in the affairs of men,

     Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

     Omitted, all the voyage of their life

     Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

25. We, ignorant of ourselves,

     Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers

     Deny us for our good; so find we profit

     By losing of our prayers.



Zounds that was fun! Each time I read Shakespeare there is something new to admire. I hope you enjoyed the quotes. Answers follow.

1. King Henry VI Part II – III.i.53 (Earl of Suffolk)

2. Much Ado About Nothing – V.i.35-36 (Leonato)

3. Julius Caesar – II.ii.32-33 (Caesar)

4. The Taming of the Shrew – IV.iii.174 (Petruchio)

5. Macbeth – III.ii.11-12 (Lady Macbeth)

6. Othello – II.iii.262-264 (Cassio)

7. The Tempest – IV.i.156-158 (Prospero)

8. Sonnet XXX – first four lines

9. King Henry IV Part II – V.i.33 (Shallow)

10. As You Like It – V.ii.47-48 (Orlando)

11. A Midsummer Night’s Dream – I.i.9-10 (Hippolyta) A marvelous simile!

12. Troilus and Cressida – III.iii.229 (Patroclus)

13. The Merchant of Venice – I.iii.99-103 (Antonio)

14. The Two Gentlemen of Verona – I.iii.22-23 (Antonio)

15. Cymbeline – III.iv.35-39 (Pisanio)

16. Hamlet – V.i.314-315 (Hamlet)

17. Much Ado About Nothing – II.i.316-317 (Claudio)

18. Othello – III.iii.157-161 (Iago)

19. The Taming of the Shrew – I.ii.278-279 (Hortensio)

20. Measure for Measure – V.i.444-446 (Mariana)

21. Cymbeline – IV.i.6 (Posthumus)

22. The Tempest – III.ii.140 (Stephano)

23. Hamlet – I.iii.75-80 (Polonius)

24. Julius Caesar – IV.iii.218-221 (Brutus)

25. Antony and Cleopatra – II.i.5-8 (Menecrates)



Happy Birthday, Will.

Quiz Time! Commonalities

Below you will find several groups of words or phrases. The members of each group have something in common. Can you determine the commonality? Enjoy, and maybe learn—I did.



1. Tango, Delta, Papa, Lima.

2. Nassau, Mulligan, Tennis, Checkmate.

3. Gordon Ashe, Anthony Morton, Michael Halliday, Norman Deane.

4. Hawthorn, Peach, Strawberry, Jujube

5. Silurian, Permian, Ordovician, Devonian.

6. Polynices, Tydeus of Calydon, Hippomendon, Amphiaraus.

7. Viminal, Caelian, Quirinal, Aventine.

8. Observer, Optimist, Peacemaker, Performer.

9. Phyllite, Schist, Slate, Gneiss.

10. Asparagus, Aloe, Leek, Trillium.

11. Sawm, Zakah, Shahadah, Salah.

12. Niccolo Paganini, Moliere, Agatha Christie, Vincent Van Gogh.

13. Iguazu, Helena, Fincha, Mardalsfossen.

14. Pat Sullivan, Matt Leinart, Doak Walker, Reggie Bush.

15. Windsor, Grand Isle, Essex, Lamloille.

16. Locusts, Murrain, Lice, Darkness.

17. Euterpe, Thalia, Calliope, Polyhymnia.

18. Chet, Vaisakh, Jeth, Harh.



Answers: 1) Members of the radio phonetic alphabet used to eliminate ambiguity in communication; T, D, P, and L specifically.

2) These sporting words are derived from foreign climes as described in Chapter 13 of Thou Improper Thou Uncommon Noun by Willard R. Espy. ( Clarkson N. Potter, Inc. 1978) Nassau is a golf term originating from the Bahamian island of Nassau. It refers to a match in which winning the first nine holes awards one point; winning the second nine awards one point; and, winning all 18 holes awards an additional point. Mulligan, another golf term, receives its name from an Irishman who apparently had a “poor memory.” It is a stroke not counted on the score card. The word tennis is derived from (Britannica version) the French tenez, meaning “hold.” Another origin theory attributes the word to the name of the Egyptian town of Tinnis which was known for producing the cloth from which tennis balls were made. Checkmate—yes, chess is considered a sport—evolved from the Persian-Arabic Shah-mat which means “The Shah (king) is dead.”

3) These are some of the 20 different pseudonyms used by mystery/thriller writer John Creasey who wrote over 600 books, including “The Toff” one of my favorite series.



4) All are members of the Rose Family (Rosaceae). See http://theseedsite.co.uk/ for more information.



5) These are Periods, in no particular order, in the Paleozoic Era, dating from 550 - 250 million years ago. The two Periods omitted were Carboniferous and Cambrian.



6) Four of the Seven Against Thebes are named. When Oedipus was banished his two sons, Eteocles and Polynices, were to take turns ruling Thebes. Eteocles refused to cede the throne to his brother when the time came for him to do so. Seven champions, including Polynices, joined together to wrest the kingdom from Eteocles. Extra credit if you can name the other three.



7) These are four of the Seven Hills of Rome. The others are Palatine, Capitoline, and Esquiline.



8) These are four of the nine personality types that comprise the Enneagram. This system of Eastern mysticism also includes Leader, Guardian, Romantic, Helper, and Achiever types.



9) The four are types of metamorphic rocks. This type of rock has been changed due to heat and pressure. The other classifications of rocks are igneous and sedimentary.



10) These are members of the Lily Family of plants which generally have bulbs or other storage organs, long thin leaves, six petals, six stamens, and a seed capsule which forms inside the flower. Liliaceae are monocotyledons that have only one seed leaf. See “theseedsite” noted above, because frankly I don’t have a clue.



11) These are four of the five Pillars of Islam, in no particular order. Sawm requires abstaining from bodily pleasures from sunup to sundown during Ramadan. Zakah demands the paying of alms to the poor. Shahadah is the belief in the oneness of Allah (God) and that Muhammad is his Prophet. Salah requires believers to pray five times each day while facing Mecca. The fifth Pillar is Hajj that requires at least one pilgrimage to Mecca for all Muslims capable of doing so.



12) Each of these famous musicians, writers, and artists suffered from epilepsy.



13) All are famous waterfalls. Iguazu is in Argentina & Brazil, Helena is in New Zealand, Fincha is to be found in Ethiopia, and Marddasfossen (North and South) are in Norway.



14) These gentlemen are Heisman Trophy winners: Sullivan in 1971, Leinhart in 2004, Walker in 1948, and Bush in 2005.



15) All are counties in Vermont.



16) Those listed are four of the ten plagues the Lord sent to the Egyptians after they refused Moses’s demand to free the Hebrews from slavery. See Exodus 7 – 11.



17) Euterpe is the Muse of lyrical poetry and flute music. Thalia is the Muse of comedy and pastoral poetry. Calliope is the Muse of epic poetry. Polyhymnia is the Muse of sacred songs. Look up the other five yourself!



18) The four are the first four months of the Sikh calendar year which begins in the western month of March. The rest of the months, in order, are: Sawan, Bhadar, Asu, Katik, Maghar, Poh, Magh, Phalgan.



Now, that wasn’t so bad. How did you do? A score of six or more is really good.

I'm A Changed Woman

For the past several decades I have been trying to overcome my animal instincts while aiming my intellect towards the heavens; but no more. I’ve been bumped from Sagittarius and must now call myself an Ophiuchus, at least when I learn how to spell it. My new zodiac sign has been wedged in between Scorpio and Sagittarius. It is pronounced “oh few cuss.” I’ll wager more than a few Sagittarians are cussing about it.

A thirteenth zodiac sign has entered the picture. It is unclear whether the name is based on the ancient Egyptian responsible for the pyramids, Imhotep, or if the model for this constellation is the ancient Greek mythological healer, Asclepius. A quick search for information on Imhotep tells of his prowess as architect and builder. The Greeks and Romans borrowed him, associating Imhotep with their first "doctor" Asclepius. Obviously something was lost in the translation.

Greek mythology tells of Asclepius killing a snake that was about to attack him. A second snake enters the picture with a magical herb in its mouth. This snake administers the herb to the dead snake thereby reviving it. Dr. Asclepius appropriates the healing herb and brings all sorts of dead Greeks back to life thus rendering Hellenic Health Care insolvent. Asclepius found a way to make mankind immortal and Zeus wasn’t having any of that. Zeus renders Asclepius dead. Because only the Doc knew about the herb there is no one to bring him back to life. His manuscript “Magic Mushrooms and Medicinals They Don’t Want You to Know About” was destroyed in the ensuing lightning bolt. However all was not in vain; Zeus honors Asclepius by placing him in the heavens as a new constellation. [Apparently this is a big honor.] Both Imhotep and Asclepius are pictured holding two snakes. The modern symbol for this is the caduceus, symbol of the medical profession. Ophiuchus means serpent holder in classical Greek.

But what does Ophiuchus mean in 21st century English? Astrologers are divided as to whether or not they will even bother to include the 13th sign. It all depends on whether they follow the western tradition of a tropical zodiac governed by the seasons or the eastern tradition which is based on the constellations. Hey, Asclepius gave his all to become a constellation. The least the lazy louts can do is to acknowledge him. Astronomer [read, actually does the math] Parke Kunkle noticed that some time ago the Earth’s position has shifted relative to the Sun, thus adding to the original 12 zodiac signs denoted by the ancient Babylonians. Apparently all the stargazing newspaper astrologers never actually look at the stars, only at their paychecks.

No definitive characteristics have been assigned to the 13th zodiac sign. Some of the more resourceful stargazers are combining selected traits that belong to Scorpios and Sagittarians. Heretofore I have been idealistic, profound, trustworthy, witty, instinctive, and good at organizing. [Adieu.] As a Sagittarian I have also been described as optimistic , a lover of horses [very funny], strong willed [moi?], outspoken, rebellious, and quick to anger. Those of you who know me well know that the latter qualities are not the character traits of the Sagittarian you have come to know and love…

The new “Me” remains idealistic and intuitive while adding charismatic to the list. Supervisors will find me a joy to work with. [Show of hands from current and past supervisors who secretly feel Zeus had a point.] I will continue to pursue higher education, possibly with a view to starting career as architect. I understand that pyramid building is a lucrative, if somewhat chancy, profession--just ask Bernie Madoff. Or maybe I’ll become a doctor like Asclepius and heal the ills of mankind. New powers granted to the Ophiuchian include the ability to interpret dreams and have premonitions—handy for pyramid building. As an Ophiuchian I will demand absolute freedom to explore new ideas and to become a flamboyant dresser and a poet of some repute. My new life will be dedicated to a lifelong quest for knowledge and wisdom as I reach for the Stars, at least for their investment portfolios.

Of course, all is not perfect when a snake lurks in the grass. Ophiuchicans hate rules and do not suffer fools gladly. Expect sarcasm from my honeyed lips. There was some mention of a poison tongue. As an Ophiuchican I have the right to be arrogant, bored with the mundane, secretive and [spouse skip this part] a poor candidate for monogamous relationships. My “trust issues” prevent me from revealing more.

I am working hard to change from the modest moralist of Sagittarius. The “Real Me” has been a long time coming—approximately 3,000 years. One word of warning, you can totally forget about the snake handling stuff!

Calligraphy As Art

In a recent visit to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) I visited the Japanese Galleries. There was a calligraphic hanging that depicted the Japanese word for dragon. The character evoked the picture of a dragon in abstract form. About 30 feet away I found a slightly more recent (but by no means modern) hanging that included a painting of a dragon. Its resemblance to the pictogram was remarkable, but the older work concentrated the essence of “dragon” in aesthetic purity.

Such Japanese paintings are derived from Chinese calligraphy. Both are beautiful. I have a print of the Chinese character for “Chaos.” It is both beautiful and arresting. The simplicity and elegance of the character is emphasized by its isolation. Only the “chop” of the artist and a brief meaning of the term, both placed at the bottom on the page, share the creamy purity of the page. I prefer the austerity of a single character over a shared work that includes a nature scene along with a character or short poem.

LACMA provided me with other remarkable examples in the Islamic Art section. Most of the calligraphic examples featured excerpts from the Koran, beautifully rendered. Islamic writing is artistic, fluid, and, yet, highly controlled. I was especially struck by one of the smaller examples that demonstrated a sublime austerity in its intensity. It is said that Islamic calligraphy became so beautiful because the religion forbids the depiction of human form. There were a number of Iranian paintings of people, animals, and flowers however. Perhaps these were older works, not prohibited at the time they were created. It was the calligraphy that captured my imagination.

My interest in seeing more examples of artistic calligraphy led me to GOOGLE. I encourage you to type “calligraphy as art” in the search box of the Images section at the top of the home page. You will be rewarded with all sorts of examples. There was a lovely Hebrew work whose composition of letters for a marriage became a beautiful painting in its own right. There were many examples of Japanese, Chinese, and Islamic works of art.

I discount ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, cave paintings, and runes. The hieroglyphics are too regimented. There is no fire or artistic creativity in their creation. Cave painting figures fail to fulfill my desire for calligraphic pictograms and/or letters. Runes are crude.

European/American sixteenth through the twentieth century penmanship, much of which can be considered beautiful, was focused on communication. Few examples of artistic calligraphy can be credited, in part because western penmanship is not based on pictograms, ideograms, or characters in the oriental sense. John Hancock’s famous signature is lovely, but not quite up to the mark at LACMA. A charming attempt at calligraphic art can be seen in the concrete poem. This type of poetry attempts to take the shape of the topic covered in the poem. GOOGLE’s Images will display several of these. It is different from the masterpieces I’ve seen but—give it credit—the concrete poem is clever and can be attractive to the eye.

Why should one bother to seek out examples of calligraphy as art? They are beautiful. And rare. Calligraphy is a dying art; its modern counterpart, cursive handwriting, is threatened. I read recently that the teaching of cursive is in decline in our schools. ‘Who needs it?’ is the cry to educators who believe this brain/hand skill is no longer necessary in our electronic era. The Palmer method has become anachronistic. Whatever will the graphologists analyze? Keyboards are the way of the future according to the latest thinking. Fluidity, personal style and individual expression give way to a plethora of computer fonts. The parsimony of utility will soon obliterate the lavish, the lovely, and the elegance of art. Oh Brave New World!

The Book Is Dead...

or so the e-generation, some authors, and paper book publishers would like you to think. It seems like only yesterday that we were told that God was (also) dead. I think God is safe for the time being, but the commercial nature of the book publishing industry places the printed book in greater peril.

You can’t avoid all the “hype” for electronic books this holiday season. The Kindle®, the Nook®, Sony Reader® and other e-reading devices were popular holiday gift choices. Thousands of people are now curled up on their sofas, hot cocoa steaming on nearby side tables, while their cool 21st Century devices madly download discounted best sellers. The joy of novelty prompts e-readers to shout the benefits of device ownership to whoever will listen. Even those who do not wish to listen have no choice but to nod in silent approbation while the gift recipient demonstrates features, boasts about the size of their “library,” and waves each page forward and back again in a manner designed to induce mal du mer. Non-e-readers remain courteous and try to exhibit appropriate interest with well placed “Ohhs” and “Ahhs” peppering these often one sided conversations—all in keeping with the season to be jolly. The e-book readers are not my idea of a good time, but I have already written about that. However, I wish you joy of your device.

The e-book manufactures and online “bookstores” are sincerely delighted with your purchase. Publishers need not concern themselves with printing presses, shipping, vendors or remainders. The devices sold well and web sites like Amazon®, GOOGLE Books®, iBooks® rake in easily earned profits with little or no overhead costs. “No shipping or paper was harmed during this transaction“. Load up on the latest best sellers and avoid the reserve lines at the local library. Lighten your luggage while taking your favorite authors on vacation with you. The advantages grow exponentially—if that’s your thing AND if you are really reading the material.

Publishers may find the e-book to be a mixed blessing. Currently digital downloads increase profits over and above the 75-90% that the publisher’s holding the copyright protects. Traditional production of a physical book requires that the publisher assume the costs of editing, design, printing, marketing, and author advances. E-books eliminate the costs associated with production and distribution while the publisher maintains control over who and what gets published.

Many writers grow restive and resentful of publisher's power over their creative processes. They see self-publishing as a way to reverse the profit equation, bring the lion's share of profits to the writer directly. Those who have had difficulty getting published view self-publishing as a way to break into print. In an article in the Los Angeles Times (December 26, 2010), a trend towards writer entrepreneurship was discussed. Established writers hope to cut out the middle man, retain copyrights, directly market their product, and allow reader/subscribers the opportunity to interact with the creative process.

In November I attended a seminar discussion of Irish and Irish American authors who were discussing the future of the book. A few of the writers appeared to be in denial about e-publishing. Most expressed a reverence for the physical object that enriches the reader's experience. Only one had used an e-book reader. In general few of the authors had considered self-publishing in digital direct formats.

Author Frank Delaney, denizen with pride of place on the panel, was eager for e-publishing to become dominant. His plans include adding hypertext links to words, ideas, places, and references alluded to in his stories thereby making reading a more interactive experience. [I do question whether this is actually reading or some hybrid. The distractibility factor looms large in the hybridized format.] The consensus of the panel was that the physical book will survive. The chief concern voiced was with regard to quality--both of the written word and of review. What will self-publishing mean for excellence? Will the lack of a publishing house result in a loss of revenue rather than in greater profit? How will “best sellers” be determined? By viral acclaim, by number of “hits,” or will a new review process need to be developed? Quality remains the unaddressed question in digitized, downloadable self-published books. Most of the panel felt e-books would be an opportunity for greater circulation, but that its time had not yet come.

Its time is coming faster than expected. For the first ten months of this year 9% of publishing was digital, a fast rising percentage. Interestingly enough print book publishing has dropped 23% in those ten months, which has much more to say about reading in general than it does about digital books. (Data is from the LA Times article mentioned above.)

Are fewer people reading over all? I fear so, despite increased library circulation. For the past year I have been observing my fellow airline passengers as each waits to board the airplane. In past years I enjoyed surreptitious glances at the titles of the books my fellow passengers were reading, sometimes striking up a conversation about a particular book or author. Within the past year things have changed. Very few are reading anything! Many are on the phone or texting, others toil over their computer keyboards; some play games or watch movies; others create their own personal worlds while attached to earbuds.

Can’t we all just get along? I believe that popular physical books and e-books will co-exist for at least two generations more but eventually it will be determined that paper publishing is not cost effective--always the death knell of a product. Generations to come will not “connect” with the physical object and books will become museum pieces. Academic publishing may survive longer. The cost of academic publications has always been high but the cost/benefit analysis has been in favor of the physical entity. Eventually journal-type articles will predominate over academic books in the social sciences and humanities as is the case with scientific and medical information already. Articles are distributed electronically now; paper's dominance will erode quickly. Access to our heritage of literature will be provided in digital format through services like Project Gutenberg and GOOGLE Books’ digitation project but one must wonder at how many “prints” will be requested when digitation is cheaper and quicker.

Do not be mislead, digitation has problems too. Evidence points to problematic preservation of electronic bits and bytes. Some materials from the 1990s are being lost as electronic information starts to vanish of its own accord. Additionally electronic materials suffer from platform drift. How many computers can read the 5 inch floppies created on the DOS driven computers of two decades ago? Does anyone know if there is a storage limit for electronic information that exists somewhere, on some server, in some time?

Research has begun to focus on how people read and retain electronically produced print media. Comprehension suffers in direct proportion to the amount of material covered. Most readers follow an “F” reading pattern; initially whole lines are read through only to drop off to a word or two per line as the reader scans less effectively and eyes tire. Hypertext links, while enormously interesting, and potentially enriching, interfere with concentration. Context can easily become lost in digitally linked information. One wonders how many will persist through to the end of large works like Crime and Punishment or former President Bill Clinton’s memoirs on an e-reader?

Both formats will co-exist for many more years, but print’s popularity will wane as future generations gravitate to graphic and digital resources. Digitized materials will predominate eventually. Print will persist in some form too. It will not happen in my lifetime, and probably not in my grandchildren’s, but it will happen. To those of us who value the physicallity of the printed book the world will be a poorer place for this migration in much the same way that shared cultural experience was diminished by loss of the oral narrative. Diverse formats survive, even as proportions vary. Reading and listening have enriched audiences for hundreds and thousands of years in diverse formats. Humanity will survive digitation and that is the point. It is the ideas that must survive.

Merry Christmas from Sunny California

Sunny? We've been in LA County nearly a week and are growing web feet. The "Pineapple Express" is providing much needed rain for the California aquifers and reservoirs but it is a pain in the posterior just days before Christmas. The California drivers remain undaunted filling the roads and freeways, albeit with their tops up.

Santa will need a large amphibious craft to deliver his presents around here. I wonder if OSHA requires Mae-wests for each reindeer? Really, it is already difficult for a mid-westerner to cope with temperatures above freezing in December; now you want us to imagine how much snow this rain would be equivalent to? Fortunately I don't have to shovel it!

Right now I am looking for a place to build a holiday ark. Tradition says it should be 300 cubits long, 50 cubits wide and 30 cubits high. What the heck is a CUBIT?

Wishing you and yours a sloshing Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Keep warm; keep dry. Gurgle, gurgle...

I Finally Found It!

More than 30 years ago I picked up a copy of Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451. The book, published in 1967 by Simon and Schuster, contained the titled work and some short stories. While all were interesting and well written, it was one of the other stories that stayed in my mind. About six years ago I set myself the reference challenge to identify the story. I could not recall the name and had only a sketchy idea of the plot. All I could recall for certain was that the story I sought was in a collection that contained Fahrenheit 451.

I am a reference librarian so I was prepared to search all sorts of sources. And search I did for at least six years. I tried some keywords in the hopes that the book had been cataloged with analytical subject headings or notes. The search began with the library catalog and moved on to FirstSearch, an approximation of a national catalog. I knew the story was set in a jungle or some remote tourist locale; I knew that the characters were an America married couple; I knew that Americans were hated throughout the world and that no one would help them. Finding the right keywords didn't work because I had no hard facts.

Next I tried the Short Story Index, but with no title or real subject in mind this was futile. Various anthologies and individual publications that included Fahrenheit 451 were searched. In desperation I tried GOOGLE and Amazon. No luck. Nevertheless I continued my search off and on until one day I decided to go the source, the place where I had found the book in the first place. It was my home library. I didn't hold out much hope because many years ago a large portion of the adult collection was destroyed in a flood. But this was desperation time. I went to the fiction shelves where Bradbury's books would be shelved. There were several copies of Fahrenheit 451. It has been on most high school reading lists for years. I sought out the oldest looking copy and went to the index. The book contained three stories. When I saw “The Playground” I knew this was the book I had been looking for; the story I sought was titled ”And the Rock Cried Out.” Success!

The story begins and ends with the word picture of rotting meat hung on hooks, covered with flies. An American couple, driving past on a jungle road, are disgusted by this passing sight. Suddenly they encounter broken pieces of machete placed in the road to rip automobile tires. One tire is damaged; the spare replaces it. The couple are cautious. Barely a week ago the world's headlines declare that the United States and Europe have finally destroyed themselves in war. “The day of the white people of the earth is over and finished” the headline continued. The Webbs do not know what is happening.

They do know that they must keep driving to get to the border. Suddenly their car is assaulted by a barrage of poisoned darts. With great speed and determination they speed to the border of an undetermined Central American country. The border guards take their bribe and ignore them. The guards of the second country refuse them entry. One guard says, “Yes. They always have money. I know. They come here and they think money will do everything. But what is money? It is only a promise, seňor...And when somebody no longer likes your promise, what then?”

The couple have no alternative but to try for the border of a third country that is hundreds of miles away. Fear builds. The car needs gas. When they find a gas station there is “no gas” for them. Their car is taken. They walk together down the jungle road, hoping to reach a small town they know. When an old Jeep stops to offer a ride, they are weary and wary. As they ride along the old man driving tells them that he has found the secret to happiness. He only reads newspapers that are a week old. The top of his week-old pile emblazons the “United States and Europe Silent” headline. The old man says that they are lucky that he has not yet read the news, but that others may know what has happened. He cautions, “Rumor flies. This very afternoon all of the little villages upon this highway, behind us and ahead of us, are in carnival. The white man is dead, the rumors say, and yet here I come into the town with two very lively ones.”

When the couple reach town, the owner of a hotel they had stayed in takes pity on them. He will give them a room for one night only. He warns them not to try to reach the capitol by bus in the morning. He says there are riots in the streets. “It will pass in a few days. But you must be careful until those few days pass and the blood cools. There are many wicked people taking advantage of this day, seňor...under the guise of a great resurgence of nationalism, these people will try to gain power. Selfishness and patriotism, seňor; today I cannot tell one from the other.”

All night the couple hide in their room, uncomfortably aware that the townspeople know where they are and that they want to see all white people dead. In the morning the hotel owner offers a solution to their problem but their pride will not allow them to accept it. The story ends with the couple walking together into the town's square toward the angry crowd. They approach the town's open air carniceria with its carcasses “hooked and hung-high.” John Webb strikes the carcass as he passes. “The flies came down in a feeding cloak to cover the meat, once it had stopped swinging.” End of story.

This story struck a chord with me, not because of '60s Cold War hysteria over nuclear catastrophe, but because an “ugly” America has sometimes given the rest of the world short shrift. Don't be mistaken, I love this country and am proud of most of its history. I would not choose to live anywhere else. I respect the land my grandparents struggled to reach. I honor those who have fought and died to maintain our American way of life. The American way of life I was brought up to respect was indeed worthy of that respect. I am proud of my country, but it is changing.

But, somewhere, deep within my psyche, there resides a little guilt. Our past and, indeed, present contain a disturbing intimation of braggadocio. Are we due for a comeuppance? America has made some false steps and one wonders if it has begun a fatal faltering—Vietnam, the Middle East, the economic situation, deficits in trade and in federal budgets. We are in trouble. Our prestige and power has begun to wain. Our educational outcomes fall far below many other countries. We cannot control our borders. Our motivation and resolve have been questioned, not without some justification. Is the down-slide into “third world” status reached the point of no return?

I fear so. Our President did not get what America wanted at the recent G-20 conference in South Korea. Earlier he failed with a resolved, but polite Europe. American allies are tired of what can be perceived as tantrums of a spoiled child. Our Congress is impotent, playing Prisoner's Dilemma by choosing the nasty, non-productive gambits while eschewing cooperation towards a solution. We are in trouble. World resentment grows as our 'promises are no longer liked'.

Will this country's fate mirror that of the Webbs? Will the rest of the world have had enough of our swagger when our economy is in shambles and our competitive edge is dulled by an unprepared populous capable only of waiting for the government to solve their problems, social networking, touchy-feel-y logic, tyranny of the minority, hypertexting into nowhere, and playing games?

Will our rotting carcasses, cloaked with the flies of too easy living, procrastination, and unfounded pride have no place to hide?

“I went to the Rock to hide my face
And the Rock cried out, 'No Hiding Place,
There's no Hiding Place down here'” page 174.

The Flotsam and Jetsam of a Messy Mind

I’ve been doing some serious Spring Cleaning lately; no matter we are fast approaching the autumnal equinox. In the process I’ve dusted the cobwebs off some of my hoarded treasures of miscellany. These represent bits and pieces of memory washed up onto the shoreline of my consciousness. “Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” (Austin O’Malley) Let me throw a few tidbits your way.

In The Arts of the Beautiful Etienne Gilson writes of talent, genius, and the creation of beauty. Of talent he observed that either one possess it or not, but it is not rare. Talent “composes a work by mastering techniques and skillfully adjusting and organizing parts.” On the other hand, genius is extremely rare and unteachable. The genius “generates the work in its entirety from the seminal form which is its germ.” Genius will use the acquired techniques as it pleases. However, the main point in regards to both is “to respect the primacy of making over knowing.” (emphases mine)

Gilson speaks also of writing (an act of making). “One writes not in order to produce writing, but in order to think, for the mind knows what it thinks with absolute certainty only after it has expressed it.” How does this compare with Francis Bacon in “Of Studies?” “Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; writing an exact man.” And into the mix, add Stendhal, “Speech was given to man so that he might hide his thoughts.”

Having mentioned writing, we should also touch on knowledge. There is a Persian adage from an unknown sage:
“He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool—shun him;
He who knows not, and knows he knows not, is a child—teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep—awaken him;
He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise—follow him.”

Bits and pieces have been promised; let us shift our attention to advice about ­advice. John Steinbeck said, “No one wants advice, only corroboration.” The Marquis de Lagrange observed, “When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.” When addressing the graduates of an East Coast university, National Security Advisor Anthony Lake invoked advice given to him. “I will try to follow the advice that a university president once gave a prospective commencement speaker. ‘Think of yourself as the body at an Irish wake,’ he said. ‘They need you in order to have the party, but nobody expects you to say very much.’” (Chicago Tribune 12/31/1995) Now that’s an accomplice if I ever met one!

And finally, a word of advice from William Edward Norris:
“If your lips would keep from slips,
Five things observe with care.

To whom you speak, of whom you speak,
And how, and when, and where.”


It gives me pleasure to take these bits and pieces from my treasure box and to reflect on their relevance in the 21st century. The times they are certainly changing!

Genius abounds. Today we are surrounded by “Infant Einsteins” learning to read before they can speak. No longer rare, indeed, genius will become commonplace when genetic engineering enables parents to select high IQs for not yet born offspring. The older set can also partake in genius that is so loosely awarded to mediocre performance in aid of raising self-esteem. Make no one feel bad, award the laurels of creative excellence all-round. Standards be damned.

Making has fallen by the wayside. We don’t seem to make anything anymore so primacy is claimed by knowing. Orphaned making, with understanding and wisdom, a-begging go. More and more factoids—out of context—represent “knowledge.” It is questionable how much thinking is involved. Speech reveals all thoughts, however trite. Our exactitude rests on a foundation of texts, talk, hypertext links, and tweets. Truth becomes relative while, conversely, the relativity of social networking pushes a reality that conforms only to “what’s hot”. He who knows not, but cares not, is connected—“friend him.”

Timely advice validates both seeker and sage. Each accomplice IMs opinion for our delectation, flourishing emoticons all the while LOL. No matter the subject, there are experts sans portfolio who are eager “to share” how it should be done. Our wise advisors care not to whom or of whom, but only by whom.

These are my colored rags. I will confess that I, too, am guilty of 21st century frippery. I hoard my treasures long stored out of context, fully read once upon a time. Yet I urge you to reflect on what crumbs this messy mind has salvaged from her sea of memory.

No TV

My grandchildren have never had a television in their home. They play no video games. They have no concept of consumerism driven by commercials. The concept of asking mom or dad to buy something advertised on Saturday children's programming has never entered their heads. No whining in the grocery store. Indeed, I doubt that they realize that they could ask.

They are interesting, intelligent, and creative elementary school girls. Something exciting waits around every corner when a child's imagination has never been channeled (pun intended) by Tony the Tiger. They read; art fills the walls of their home; dance and musical performances spontaneously engage their afternoons; stories and jokes fill their conversation. I have never seen them be physically aggressive. They seldom argue, preferring to negotiate a solution to their differences. I do not claim their perfection, but the girls are awfully good company, albeit a bit exhausting.

It cannot be easy for our son and his wife to maintain their stance on TV. It would be so very easy to let the television be the "babysitter" for a few hours. I applaud their determination and dedication to the integrity of their children by keeping their childhood open, creative, and free. My son and his wife are busy, but engaged, parents who take their parental responsibilities very seriously. I admire their courage. The results have been very good.

While some will view a total TV prohibition as too severe, many others might benefit from a bit of media rationing in their own homes. Yes, there are some educational programs on TV. The quality of a few programs is good. Have my granddaughters missed anything really important? Not really. (Be honest!) Give your children more credit. Trust their innate creativity; nurture their journey through self-discovery, uninfluenced by media and dubious cultural influences. Say "NO" to TV, if only occasionally.

Vocabulary Quiz

It’s word quiz time again! I will make it easier by using the words in context. I have included some foreign phrases that might be useful to know. No Fair Looking Ahead to the Answers! It might also be a good time to review the words in past quizzes. Just click on the Vocabulary Quiz label to reacquaint yourself with words presented earlier. Good Luck!

1. To which of these men could the term glabrous be used in their description? a) Sen. Robert Byrd b) Harpo Marx c) Yul Brynner
2. The guest speaker’s tendency to divagate surprised the audience. Was the speaker a) sycophantic b) divisive or, c) wandering off the subject?
3. Would you seek out the company of someone described as jejune? Yes or No?
4. The ancient Grecian hetaera are most similar to a) sibyls b) geisha or, c) the queen’s ladies in waiting?
5. The American Idol fans were perfervid in their opinions of the female singer. Were the fans a) enthusiastically for her b) mildly impressed or, c) definitely against her?
6. Jane is au fait in interior design. Is she a) new to the field b) an expert or, c) totally clueless?
7. The woman told us that she had just seen a revenant. What did she see? a) type of rodent b) a ghost or, c) a member of the clergy
8. The Duchess brought the seisin of Bordeaux as part of her dowry. What did she bring? a) the right to the title of Duke b) valuable jewels or, c) lands of her Duchy
9. The quiddity of her perfume was its rose oil. Is this the correct usage of the term? Yes or No?
10. Over lunch Jonathan traduced the work of our newest employee. Was he a) critical b) appreciative or, c) surprised?
11. The gown glimmered with interwoven golden threads. It was made of what fabric? a) samite b) toile de Jouy or, c) gossamer?
12. In the equation, 15 – 7 = 8, what is the term used for the number 15?
a) augend b) subtrahend or, c) minuend
13. The young girl has a retroussé nose. Is it a) protrudent b) turned-up or, c) narial
14. The coroner declared the cause of death to be felo de se. Was it
a) death by person or persons unknown b) accidental death or, c) suicide?
15. The debate denigrated into a war over words. Which word best describes the situation?
a) syntactical b) logomachy or, c) apologue

Answers: 1 – c: glabrous (adj) meaning smooth and lacking hairs; 2 – c: divagate (v) means to wander off the subject; 3 – No: jejune (adj) refers to someone who is uninteresting or intellectually undemanding; 4 – b: hetaera (n) were one of a special class of women who, while prostitutes, were valued as highly cultured companions; 5 – a: perfervid (adj) describes an extremely passionate or enthusiastic response; 6 – b: au fait describes an expert; 7 – b: a revenant (n) is a dead person believed to return as a ghost; 8 – c: seisin (n) refers to land that is legally possessed; 9 – Yes: quiddity (adj) means that which makes a thing what it is, its essential nature; 10 – a: traduced (v) refers to saying very critical and disparaging things about someone; 11 – a: samite (n) is very heavy silk fabric interwoven with gold or silver threads; 12 – c: the minuend is the number from which another is subtracted; 13 – b: a retroussé nose is turned-up; 14 – c: a felo de se (n) is a suicide; 15 – b: logomachy (n) is a dispute over words.

How did you do?

Compelling Musical Selections

May is the month of exhaustion. There is so much to do: spring cleaning, window washing, weeding, and planting. It is now June; the tasks are complete and this old body is much in need of restoration. It is the perfect time to kick back and relax, to listen to arresting musical pieces. It’s the perfect prescription for a weary soul.

Some of my most compelling musical selections are listed below. I recommend that you listen to the entire composition or album even though I am calling attention to particular movements, parts, or songs. When you reach the point in the recording that I have listed you will know it. These portions are so beautiful and noteworthy that your attention will be concentrated on the experience before you realize what’s happening. Hopefully you will be transported for a relaxing few minutes of total enjoyment. Some of my favorites are listed below. Hopefully there is sufficient variety to tempt you.

Classical Pieces: Ralph Vaughan William’s Lark Ascending performed by Iona Brown or Nigel Kennedy; Anton Dvořák’s Symphony No. 9 “From the New World” II. Largo; Edward Elgar’s Variations on an Original Theme, “Enigma Variations” No. 16 Var. IX (Nimrod) Adagio; Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 2 “Resurrection,” Sir Georg Solti conducting, the Conclusion; Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 5 Adagietto, Fourth Movement; Gustav Mahler’s Das Lied Von Der Erde conducted by Leonard Bernstein, Wiener Philharmoniker, VI “Der Abschied”; Alan Hovhaness’ “Prayer of Saint Gregory for trumpet and string orchestra in the album Celestial Gate.

Lighter Classical: Yo-Yo-Ma’s Classic Yo-Yo No. 10 “Tun Dun: The Eternal Vow” from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon; Aaron Copeland’s “Saturday Night Waltz” from Rodeo; Tobias Picker’s “Old and Lost Rivers” in John Williams’ The Five Sacred Trees album; Ensemble Galilei’s album Come Gentle Night selections ten, “The Asp”, eighteen, “Heart’s Ease/Gathering Peascods,” and nineteen, “No Longer Weep for Me.”

Popular: Trent Willmon’s “Louisiana Rain” from his A Little More Livin’ album; Billy Joel’s “Until the Night” from the 52nd Street album; Ahmad Jamal’s “Ahmad’s Blues” in the album, Ahmad Jamal at the Penthouse; Bob Seeger’s Against the Wind album has two attention grabbers, “No Man’s Land” and “You’ll Accompany Me;” The Kingston Trio’s ”San Miguel;” Tommy Makem’s “Four Green Fields;” John Denver with Placido Domingo singing “Perhaps Love;” Raphael’s “Serpent” from the Music to Disappear In;” and finally, all of Mychael Dana’s Skys album.

These selections are not intended to represent a comprehensive list, but they definitely compel your attention. I hope you will listen to some of them. Sit back, relax, and ENJOY.

Socrates Never Washed His Socks: A Mothers' Day Poem

In Greece of old
So we are told
Socrates never wash’d his socks.
Not nosesome chore
Nor so much more;
Shrew Xanthip’ pounds rocks; gadfly mocks.

Bard sired three
‘Fore London spree;
No crib or diapers on the stage.
Anne tired be
With babes on knee;
Second best bed for her old age.

Thinker so sour;
It’s dinner hour.
Is Schopenhauer’s shopping done?
The will’s supreme;
Demands the cream;
Keeps Frau Landlady on the run.

The patent clerk
Had time at work
To figure E is m • c • c.
Two wives to cook;
Kreplocks he took;
Relativity’s quite tasty

If fame you do
Wish to pursue;
Mothers need must philosophize.
Homemaking sways;
Kids in the ways;
Securing wife in life is wise.

Bardolatry

William Shakespeare died on April 23, 1616. He was most probably born in April of 1564. No matter the exact dates, the world would be a far poor place had he not existed. I am a fan of the Bard of Avon. I claim no expertise, only informed interest.

There is something special about attending a Shakespearean play, especially at the new Globe Theatre in London. The Globe does not try to “popularize” the Bard’s works by changing eras, jazzing up the costumes, or stupefying the playgoer with awe inspiring special effects. The Globe dramatizes Shakespeare much like Shakespeare dramatized Shakespeare, thank goodness!

There is something unique about reading a Shakespearean play or sonnet. Only then can one appreciate the art of Shakespeare as writer. The Bard used the best writer tricks: foreshadowing, plot development, pacing, character development, figurative language, elegant forms and metre, and so much more.

It is still considered commendatory to memorize parts of his work. Do you have a favorite quote, or does the occasion determine which phrases to utilize? It is humbling to ponder one’s mortality in light of the Sonnet 71. How can one take themselves seriously when confronted with “…a tale told by an idiot…”? Who has not smiled when thinking “For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently”? Smarted to hear “How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes”? Discovered satisfaction in “’Tis the mind that makes the body rich”?

It pains me to realize that, nearly 400 years later, pendants continue to claim that William Shakespeare did not write the works attributed to him. It is probable that a few plays were, at least in part, not his: King Henry VI part I, King Henry VIII, and Pericles, Prince of Tyre. It is also important to understand that the first folio did not make its public appearance until after the death of Shakespeare’s widow in 1623. There was plenty of time for thespian colleagues Herminge and Condell to spruce up a scene or augment an act in the seven intervening years after Shakespeare’s death. Granting that an editor may have added value after the fact does not diminish Shakespeare’s achievements.

The principal arguments against Shakespeare’s authorship emanate from the fact that William was a middle class boy, educated in the common school, without aristocratic pedigree. For an impressionable young man who loved words, that humble education would be sufficient. There is certainly evidence that humble beginnings have not suppressed genius. Mark Twain, James Joyce, Toni Morrison, Naguib Mahfouz, and Dostoyevsky are but a few examples.

Detractors ask, “How could the son of a glover and petty official possess such genius? Demonstrate the highest mastery of the English language? Capitalized on dramatic instinct and human psychology?” With passion, courage, ambition and desire, how not?

In his Preface to the Works of Shakespeare (1725) Alexander Pope wrote, “He seems to have known the world by intuition, to have looked through human nature at one glance.” The key is instinct. Good writers can be trained. Great ones transcend. Genius is a gift, 99 per cent of which is hard work! Shakespeare not only had the native genius and ambition, but the intelligence to understand the business of writing; not only the talent, but also the opportunity. He was gifted as well as assiduous. Shakespeare was an actor before he became an author. He understood the art of engaging an audience because he was capable of awe; he had the courage to innovate; he had an extra-ordinary command of words; he hungered for success. I think he was also shrewd. Genius is not limited to the London born, the Queen’s Court, or Cambridge. Talent surprises. It is democratic.

Like the movie or rock star of today, Shakespeare had his finger on the pulse of contemporary society. Elizabethans thrived on novelty and politics. Classes mixed in the dirty streets of London, in the taverns, and where the groundlings watched the latest plays. Fame fosters symbiotic relationships. A popular actor or writer would most naturally be flattered by the attentions of aristocratic patrons and intellectuals, who might, on occasion, make a suggestion or two. It is even possible that his relationships went deeper. Some of the Sonnets suggest bisexuality. A certain duality is evident in Sonnet 144. Shakespeare, under the influence of friends, may have paid a complement, included a suggestion, improved an idea, re-shaped a poem—but Shakespeare was the master of his craft.

For centuries scholars concur. John Dryden, in his Prologue to the Tempest, (1667) wrote:

Shakespeare who (taught by none) did first impart
To Fletcher wit, to labouring Jonson art…

…Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
Most modern experts credit Shakespeare’s authenticity. David Bevington is a renowned expert on Shakespeare. I had the privilege of studying with him at the University of Chicago for a semester. And I have heard him speak on Shakespeare in lectures in other venues. He is of the conviction that Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare. I do not attempt to speak for him: his knowledge of the subject is great, mine is not. The breadth and depth of Dr. Bevington’s reasoning is beyond the scope of this small essay. However he did share one of his arguments for authenticity. It is derived from the theme of father/daughter relationships that appears frequently in Shakespeare’s plays. Shakespeare was very close to his daughters, especially to Susanna, his eldest. He was solicitous for the welfare of his second daughter Judith, twin to his dead son Hamnet. A reading of Shakespeare’s will affirm the loving care he had for daughters. Is this conclusive? Of course not, but it is suggestive of authenticity.

Building on Professor Bevington’s reasoning, I have examined another recurring theme in Shakespeare’s plays, the position of wives. Shakespearean spouses are very often missing (e.g.Thaisa), banished (Hermonie), dead (Miranda’s mother), ignored (Did Juliet not have a mother?), accused of infidelity (Desdemona), or just plain trouble (Lady Macbeth). In As You Like It Rosalind says “…maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives…” In nearly every comedy and tragedy Shakespeare dispatches the wife and/or mother.

In real life William seems not to have liked his wife who was several years older than he. It was probably a case of “marry in haste…” Certainly he left her for the bright lights of London. In his will she was left his “second best bed with the furniture.” At his death William Shakespeare was wealthy. He was generous to his daughters and relatives. He was niggardly with his wife. I often think of the poor woman sleeping in that second best bed for seven more years until her death. Her treatment is consistent with the dramatist’s treatment of wives in the plays. Of course this is not conclusive evidence, but worthy of consideration.

The Shakespearean authorship controversy will continue. Neither side will be able to convince the other. It might be best for the Bard to speak for himself. The Tempest is considered his last play, his farewell to his life’s work as a dramatic storyteller. Prospero becomes his alter ego in this last play. In Act III he declares:

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like this baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
In Act IV Prospero/Shakespeare summarizes the power of his artifice as he abnegates “his potent art”:

…I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth…
Which plays come to mind?

The Bard of Avon is justifiably proud of his accomplishments as he eases into his final years. His humble beginnings are reprised as he graciously begs leave to retire:

With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be
Let your indulgence set me free.
There was no one like Shakespeare but Shakespeare!
A note to readers: I have not given the sources of my Shakespearean quotations, because I want you to look for yourselves. In preparation of this piece I consulted: class notes, PBS article by Al Austin “Who Wrote Shakespeare?” (April 1989) and The Complete Dictionary of Shakespeare Quotations compiled by D.C. Browning, New Orchards edition 1986, J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd c. 1961. The Pope and Dryden quotes are to be found on page 480 of this text.

For those of you who wish to pursue the controversy, the most commonly named Shakespearean ghost writers are: Francis Bacon, Edward de Vere, William Stanley, Christopher Marlowe, and Roger Manners.

April's Allure

There is something about Spring that impels me to write more bad poetry. OK, you've been warned. Incidentally, the November daffodils are in bloom although they may be covered with snow by morning.

April’s Allure


Eliot’s “cruellest month”
So careless of our hopes;
Suasive siren, trait’rous tease.

Sunny sev’ntys today
The morrow’s icy winds;
Unscrupled, tiresome minx.

Abundance coaxes blooms
Pettish frost withers buds;

Surrender to April's charms at peril to your soul.

Tantalizing witchery.

A Flame UnKindled

I received a Kindle ® electronic book reader for my birthday. I broke the North American record for authorization to return it complete with packing label and tracking number. Believe me, I appreciated the thought but the Kindle ® is not for me, although it may be just ticket for those who read bestsellers, travel for extended periods, or need access to technical manuals or textbooks.

Since retirement I have become a woman of leisure. Sampling the simple delights of life has become my full time job. Those delights include books. For one thing I simply don’t like reading electronic text. I have a very short attention span for photons smashing themselves onto a computer screen. If what I read is true so do most people. It seems that the ideal way to write for the Internet is in an “F” shape. Only the first few lines are read to the end, thereafter the eye starts cutting off the right side text.

I want to enjoy what I am reading and have the time to do just that. That enjoyment extends to the book as artifact. The tactile experience, the dimensions of a physical entity, the type, illustrations, binding, paper, cover and convenience of the book is important to the total experience of reading. And I never have to recharge a book!

If I am doing research I will have several books open at the same time to compare, augment, check, or refute. Flipping screens cannot match the cluttered desk approach. Furthermore, I seem to have a quirky memory. While I do not have a photographic memory, I can easily recall the approximate location and page placement of something I have read in a book. Whether reading non-fiction or novels, it is not uncommon for me to check back on what I had read. Again, the paper book is superior for these functions.

When I read non-fiction, I write in my books. This admission would make my fellow librarian colleagues cringe, but it’s my book. I use the end papers for personal indexing, noting important concepts as they unfold throughout the book. The process is not a duplication of the good book’s index. It is more personal. Years after I’ve read a book I can consult the back pages to review something from the book and will know just where to find it in the text. Sometimes I highlight text as I read; often I write comments on the page as I read. It’s only vandalism when it doesn’t belong to you.

Does the physical book have disadvantages? Well, it isn’t “green” although some paper has been recycled. Many of my better books are printed on archival paper. They will last. Whether this is good for the earth or not, it is good for those books that are keepers. A second disadvantage comes from the fact the books take up space. In my home, a lot of space! We recently reached a point of desperation. My husband often says, “We don’t have enough book shelves.” I tell him we never will.

To that end I have been weeding my collections. Weeding is the term librarians use to remove books from the library’s collection. Weeding has always been the part of my job that I hated. It is no different at home. It is difficult to make choices that will result in the permanent loss of a good friend. This time drastic measures were necessary. There is just one more room of books to weed. It contains my science, math, psychology, thesis research material, and writers’ resource books. It will be very painful indeed to cull this carefully collected group.

What criteria have I used in my recent weeding? If the book was on a topic I’ve lost interest in, it was removed. If I never read, and would probably never read it, the book is gone. If a title was part of one of my special collections, but a weak entry, I removed it. I have amassed very choice collections in Celtic History and Culture, Medieval History, Fairy tales and myths, Native American legends and arts, History of Science and Math, History of Philosophy, Nobel Science biography, certain mystery writers and a few fiction writers.

If the weeded titles were on a Kindle® they could be deleted. The mental of image of deleting my friends is painful. However, most of my books would not be available to “download” anyway. What will I do with my old friends? Mostly I will try to find them a new home; new readers. Some I will donate to the library. These might end up in their collection—they’re good enough—or in the next book sale. We may take some to a second hand book store and sell them for a pittance. Maybe these will find their way into good homes. A very, very few will end up in the trash.

I do not regret the return of my birthday present. Whatever the fate of books and reading, the physical book will remain important to me. Even the pain of weeding old friends cannot dissuade me. Books are part of my life, part of me. If that makes me less au courant, “uncool”, or old fashioned, so be it.

Who Said That?

Time for another quiz; the following quotes represent some of my favorites. The meanings inherent in these statements provide me with a source of ideas, questions, self-reflection and balance. Hopefully you too will find one or two special enough to ponder and make your own. Match the quotation with the person who wrote or spoke it.

1. “Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.”
2. “There are some things that are so serious that you can only joke about them.”
3. “Most people say that it is the intellect which makes a great scientist. They are wrong: it is character.”
4. “Education allows us to acquire contexts and perspectives so that we know what we need to look for and how we might go about looking.”
5. “A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small parcel.”
6. “Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other.”
7. “There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.”
8. “The difference between a moral man and a man of honor is that the latter regrets a discreditable act, even when it has worked and he has not been caught.”
9. “Good lives are made so by discipline.”
10. “Everything great comes from neurotics.”
11. “Self interest is the greatest monarch on earth.”
12. “One has to be grown up enough to realize that life is not fair. You just have to do the best you can in the situation you are in.”
13. “Life is short and virtue rare. It is better to love than to hate, to live fully if imperfectly.”
14. “The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.”
15. “Speech was given to man so that he might hide his thoughts.”


A) Marcel Proust B) Stephen Hawkings C) Albert Einstein D) George Santayana E) Stendhal F) Francis Bacon G) H. L. Mencken H) Montesquieu I) John Ruskin J) C. S. Lewis K) Carl Van Doren L) Sophocles M) Sven Birketts N) Niels Bohr O) Benjamin Franklin


Answers: 1-F, 2-N, 3-C, 4-M, 5-I, 6-O, 7-D, 8-G, 9-L, 10-A, 11-H, 12-B, 13-K, 14-J, 15-E.

La Dolce Vita

Eyeballs really can pop out of one’s head. But I’m getting ahead of my story.

We have just returned from a six week vacation from winter. Southern California was warm and sunny for 5 of those weeks and we sopped it up. My Puritan DNA was put on hold and, as Agnes Gooch in the movie Auntie Mame declared, “We lived!”

My husband and I decided to rent a furnished apartment from one of the many Irvine Company complexes. We chose the place where hubby suffered a sun burnt tongue. Actually the tongue had a couple of years to heal because we first looked at the model apartments a while ago. How did his tongue get burned you wonder?

The address of the Rental Office was a bit vague. We turned into the Villas, parked, and headed for what we thought was the main office. Quickly we realized our mistake. This was one of the apartment complexes and we needed to go across the street. I got back into the car, expecting to see hubby follow. He wasn’t there. It seems that he was struck dumb, mouth open and tongue hanging, watching the ladies at the pool. “Just wondering where all the men were” was his lame excuse.

Eventually we made it to the correct office and gathered brochures and information. This winter those brochures became reality. We returned to the scene of the sunburn to take possession of our two bedroom fully furnished apartment.

Our Dolce Vita was about to begin. After settling in, we headed for the beach. Driving down PCH (that’s Pacific Coast Highway 1 to you), we dodged three yellow Lamborghinis*. Yellow’s such a flashy color! Actually the laid back hues on the several Jaguars* and Mercedes* were more to my taste. Our modest rental car boasted Oregon plates so those Lamborghinis could just suck it up.

We quickly began to acclimate to the California Lifestyle. Nearly everyday we walked the “Mountains to the Sea” bike/hike trail that runs along the San Diego Creek part of the way to its destinations. How we envied those spandex* clad bikers with their speed bikes and classy helmets. We could only hope to emulate the hikers, joggers, and dog walkers.

Hubby walks a bit slower than I do but usually manages to keep within 50 feet of my lead. He enjoyed our walks but knew he had made it to Nirvana on our last walk. As we neared the end of our daily route we saw a hand-holding couple on roller blades coming towards us. The grey haired, 60+ gentleman looked fit in his head to toe black spandex and helmet. His lovely companion, cum “trophy wife,” was a blond goddess in her equally tight black outfit and Lamborghini stylish head gear. Hand and hand they skated past me and then past hubby.

When a decent interval had passed, I signaled two thumbs up. I dared not turn back; no man wants his wife to see him drooling all over his Nike's*. Unfortunately hubby missed the signal. His eyeballs had popped right out of his head and they were rolling into the Creek bed. Or maybe he was a lot closer than 50 feet… La Dolce Vita indeed.

*Note: Lamborghini, Jaguar, Mercedes, spandex (aka Lycra), and Nike are all registered trademarks of the following companies--in order--Automobili Lamborghini SpA, Jaguar Land Rover North America LLC, Mercedes-Benz USA LLC, INVISTA, and Nike, Inc.

The Internet Can Still Be Fun

There remain a number of pleasant surprises on the Internet. It’s not all email, Twitter, Facebook, and GOOGLE. Amazing sites are there for the viewing. Here are some of my favorites.

Starting with ArchNet, the Virtual Library of Archeology http://archnet.asu.edu/ , one can select general information for the lay person interested in historical artifacts and places at http://archnet.asu.edu/resources/Selected_Resources/General%20Information.php . A fun place to begin is the History of Plumbing, http://www.theplumber.com/index.html#history , where you can learn about the plumbing arrangements of the ancients as well as current topics in toilets. Don’t miss the “Historic Explosions” link and the “Attack of the Japanese Toilets”!

Stay with the general audience Archeological sites a bit longer and visit by continent, country, or region. A plethora of interesting links lure you into worlds you have only dreamt about, like The Ancient China site, http://www.crystalinks.com/china.html , The Shrines and Temples of Japan with Buddhist sculpture, http://www.art-and-archaeology.com/japan/japan.html , and The Prehistoric Art of the Pyrenees, http://www.culture.gouv.fr/culture/app/eng/artprepy.htm .


Literary websites abound. If you have a craving for all things Bard, try the Mr. William Shakespeare and the Internet site, http://shakespeare.palomar.edu Here you will find study guides, criticism, timelines, festivals, and fascinating minutiae about Shakespeare and his contemporaries.

Something quite different is to be found at the New York University Medical School’s Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database, http://litmed.med.nyu.edu/Main?action=new . Their mission statement explains: “This site, established in 1994 at New York University School of Medicine, is dedicated to providing a resource for scholars, educators, students, patients, and others who are interested in the work of medical humanities. We define the term "medical humanities" broadly to include an interdisciplinary field of humanities (literature, philosophy, ethics, history and religion), social science (anthropology, cultural studies, psychology, sociology), and the arts (literature, theater, film, and visual arts) and their application to medical education and practice. The humanities and arts provide insight into the human condition, suffering, personhood, our responsibility to each other, and offer a historical perspective on medical practice.” This site offers medical student’s annotations on art, film and literature. To date the site features 142 Art 223 Film , and 2470 Literature Annotations for 1534 Authors and 89 artists. At present annotations utilize 138 keywords.

If you’re a mystery fan like me, don’t miss The Cornerstones section of the world’s-best-detective-crime-and-murder-mystery-books.com website, http://www.worlds-best-detective-crime-and-murder-mystery-books.com/cornerstones.html The best of classical mystery writing has been selected. The Cornerstones section covers writers from Poe to the “moderns” who wrote in the 1930s. Access to the Haycraft-Queen Definitive Library of Detective, Crime, and Mystery Fiction: A Reader’s List of Detective Story Cornerstones is available. This site is nirvana for classic mystery fans.

For all you history buffs, you must see Fordham University’s Sourcebooks. My favorites are the Medieval, http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/Sbook.html and Ancient History, http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/ancient/asbook.html links, but the “world’s your onion” as far as subjects go. There is a Modern History link http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/modsbook.html as well for those of you who wish to repeat the mistakes of the past.

One of the sites I frequent is Arts and Letters Daily, http://www.aldaily.com/ . The site is owned and operated by The Chronicle of Higher Education and provides book reviews, commentaries, and articles of current interest. The arts, biography, and education are featured. It’s a rare day not to find something to capture your imagination. Links to daily and Sunday newspapers, popular magazines and ezines, and music stations are provided along the left hand column. It’s a must for your Favorites Files!

There are many other websites I visit for fun. If a bit of learning rubs off in the process, that’s all the better. Happy Surfing.