Four books to reread this month ....
After five days, the blog will
"disappear" again
In addition to the tales told
between the covers of a book, each book in itself has a story to tell of its
travels and of the people who have held it and read it. Since I have committed
myself to reread Ole Edvart Rölvaag's, "The Boat of Longing," and to write about it
during the month of May, I have decided to select some others for rereading.
Among them are these:
"In Our Time," by Ernest
Hemingway.
"The Motorcycle Diaries," by
Ernesto "Che" Guevara
"Mythago Wood," by Robert
Holdstock
My congratulations to those who
have heard of these four books, with particular good wishes to those who have
read them.
The oldest actual copy I have
of any of them is that of Rölvaag's "Boat." The
inscription within it reads: "Congratulations for your graduation .. Aunt Grace
.. 1935." I try to picture Aunt Grace and the unnamed recipient in my mind, and
my imagination creates images of a studious young man and a woman with an
elderly, aging face. This copy is from the sixth printing of the 1933 edition;
it is the first edition in English of the 1921 Norwegian version,"Længselens Baat." From the
foreword written by Rölvaag:
"To those who may review this
series of moving pictures I wish to say: It is not 'types' which are drawn
here. It is merely humankind. 'Types' do not interest me greatly; the older I
become the more I doubt the existence of such individuals. But I am interested
in human beings. And there will scarcely be a life history which it would not
be interesting to look at if it were singled out for scrutiny. Human
portraiture has no end. It is manifold and inexhaustible as life itself."
I will save my other
observations and thoughts for another day and another post. Rölvaag died in 1931, a few days after a heart attack. He was 55 years old.
Ernesto "Che" Guevara was a
23-year-old medical student when he and a friend, Alberto Granado, a
29-year-old biochemist, left Buenos Aires, Argentina, in January 1952, on a motorcycle to spend nine months
traveling more than 5,000 miles through Argentina, Chile, Peru, Ecuador,
Colombia, Venezuela and Panama. Che also spent a month in Miami, Florida, where
he worked as a waiter and a dishwasher in a bar.
During the South American
venture, Che and Alberto worked a few weeks in a leper colony in Peru. He
describes how there were no clothes, almost no food and no medication for the
lepers, and wrote: "All the love and caring just consist on coming to them
without gloves and medical attire, shaking their hands as any other neighbor
and sitting together for a chat about anything or playing football with
them." On one occasion, Che swam across the Amazon River, a distance of
two and one-half miles at that point, to dance with a woman who was a leper.
"Motorcycle Diaries," is a
memoir of that journey, in which, by its end, Che had formed a conception of a
borderless, united, Hispanic-America sharing a common "mestizo" bond. His
daughter, Aleida Guevara, wrote that one result of the journey was that Che
became aware poor people needed his strength and persistence to bring social
change more than his scientific knowledge as a doctor and he evolved from being
a medical student into an iconic revolutionary.
Che, I assume most people are
aware, was instrumental in Fidel Castro's takeover of Cuba and fought in Africa
and South America before being eventually tracked down and captured and
"murdered" in Bolivia on October 9, 1967, by a Bolivian army / CIA "task
force." He was 39 years old. The memoir originally was published in Spanish in Cuba in 1993 as,
"Notas de viaje;" my copy came into being in 1995 in London.
"In Our Time," is a collection
of seventeen Ernest Hemingway short stories, most notably, "Big Two-Hearted
River," in two segments. Although there is a river in the Upper Peninsula of
Michigan by that name, Hemingway's fishing trip after his return from World War
I as told in the story actually was on the Fox River near Seney. I literally
walked in Ernie's footsteps using his story as a guide .... once upon a time. Hemingway killed himself with a shotgun in 1961. He was 61. The book originally was published in 1925; my copy is a 1950 edition which once
graced the shelves of a public library in Wolf Point, Montana. How many people read it then and there?
I first read, "Mythago Wood,"
when it appeared as a novella of the same name in the September 1981 edition of
The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. I was so enthused by it that I
bought an extended version in novel form when it appeared in 1984. I
periodically go back and reread it or portions of it.
The woodland of the story has
been described as an "abyssal chthonic resonator" because it creates
and is home to myth-images, or "mythagos," who are living creatures including animals,
monsters and humans generated from the ancient memories and myths within the
subconscious of nearby human minds. The book is regarded highly because of its
exploration of philosophical/spiritual/psychological themes.
Author Robert Holdstock was an English
novelist, primarily of fantasy and mythic fiction, who died from an E. coli infection at age 61 in 2009. I
have a few of his books, and think this one is the best of the lot.
The battle for me always has
been how much time for reading new material vs. how much time for rereading.
The same is true, in a lesser extent, for films and for music .... new vs. one
more time.
Two musical videos accompany
this post: One is the German electronic rock band Tangerine Dream performing
the song, "Confrontation" .... calming/soothing music to me; good music to have
playing in your head during a gunfight. The other piece is dedicated mainly to
self-anointed studs .... it is 17-year-old Lesley Gore (no relation to Al, I do
not believe) singing, "You Don't Own Me," way, way back in 1963.
Well .... I will block the blog in five days and return when I
have something written about Ole and his boat ....
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