- holderlin66 wrote:
Harold Bloom wrote:
> surely the Nobel Prize for literature should go to J.K. Rowling.Taken out of context, but apt.
William Faulkner's first, and by his own design "dreadful", novel, sold
more copies in the first month than his "Sound and Fury" did in two years.
> What's happening is part of a phenomenon I wrote about a couple ofI tried reading Harry Potter, the first book, and thought it was a dreadful
> years ago when I was asked to comment on Rowling. I went to the Yale
> University bookstore and bought and read a copy of "Harry Potter and
> the Sorcerer's Stone."
read, peurile and vacuous.
I also remember once being at a film shoot in Universal City and, as
long as I stayed on the side of the set that the camera saw, everything was
hunky-dory. But when I wandered around to the back of the set, all I saw
was facades held up by scaffolding and wooden braces. That seems to be
Bloom's complaint -- he looks at the scaffolding-side of the book instead
of the glory-side.
> I suffered a great deal in the process. TheBut then I listened to Jim Dale's reading on audio tape, and BANG! the
> writing was dreadful; the book was terrible. As I read, I noticed
> that every time a character went for a walk, the author wrote instead
> that the character "stretched his legs." I began marking on the back
> of an envelope every time that phrase was repeated. I stopped only
> after I had marked the envelope several dozen times. I was
> incredulous. Rowling's mind is so governed by cliches and dead
> metaphors that she has no other style of writing.
scaffolding disappeared and I was in a fantastic world of amazing
people. I was being Pottie-trained! My wife Del and I love the
readings by Jim Dale. When we were in Waco for a wedding in June, the
first thing we did Saturday morning was buy "The Order of the Phoenix"
to listen to on the way home to New Orleans, a trip that was not long
While listening to the tapes, soon even the "he said" scaffolding
disappeared and the only jolt was a minor one when you expected a sound
effect to occur because Dale had lured you into thinking he was an
entire cast of a radio broadcast instead of just reading aloud every
unabridged word of a novel.
Seems to me even a classical Blooming idiot could learn a thing or two
about 21st Century literature . . .
As Satchmo loved to say about our children, "they'll learn much more than
we'll ever know." My money is on the kids choices and not the adults who
judge what's inappropriate for them to read. Wanna have some kid fun? Buy a
copy of Captain Underpants. http://www.doyletics.com/arj/taocurvw.htm
Watch out, Harold, "The Closing of the American Mind" is a door that swings
both ways, don't let it hit you in the butt on the way out.
in freedom and l*ght,
P. S. Apostrophe to danifyoudodanifyoudont --- I wrote this post
originally in anapestic quadrameter using a lot of sesquipedalian
verbiage, but the Sobig worm ate it before I could send it.
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"An Outline of Occult Science, Ch 1,2,3" by Rudolf Steiner
"The Closing of the American Mind" by Harold Bloom
Reviews by Bobby Matherne ~ New Orleans, Louisiana
Thanks for sending the William Pitt Rivers piece and your impassioned
cautionary remarks about Karl Rove so demonically ably taking up the
mantle of Colonel House. The rationalist in me is still pounding the
table and asking: "Where is the ultimate agency behind this unfolding
drama?" Not the drama of a slight strategic slip on the part of the
Ahrimanic handlers of swiss cheese double, Aspartame-addled Dubya, but
the Cosmic Drama that John received wind of in that cave on Patmos, and
which we are all now living out, moment by moment. It takes more than
just the little rational mind, the Intellectual Soul, to puzzle out the
levels of deception. Framing it as you do, as the substitution of
Ahrimanic "intelligence" for the Michaelic Intelligence is a great aid
to transcending toward an interpretation worthy of the Consciousness
Soul, but still, my little mind wants to know -- who dunnit? "Who
dunnit" in the sense of how do we identify and 'out' the minions of
Ahriman now planning every move toward Apocalypse?
Yesterday I called my parents, after hearing NPR report on the Valerie
Plame incident (having followed it for weeks on Amy Goodman's "Democracy
Now" radio program, fully convinced that the story would never make
mainstream outlets), to tell them that the day before I had launched a
historic walking tour here called "Voices of Peace," whose primary
intent was to celebrate dissent against militarism, but really, to
affirm the place of dissent in our past. I have talked to older folks in
this community who were investigated as Communists by the FBI in the 50s
because of their support for the World Federalist Council, one of many
internationalist organizations that sprang up in the aftermath of WW II.
These people, now in their 70s and 80s, are completely dismayed to see
the feebleness with which we are responding to the assault on our
freedoms. The Plame incident is just one more chilling indicator of how
coldly and openly dissent is now being stifled in our country. I was so
enraged about Rove and Company, and called them 'thugs' in my
conversation with my parents. My dad came back with the assertion that
Ms. Plame was simply 'an analyst,' and that dozens of folks in DC knew
she worked for the CIA. I am sure he heard that on MSNBC. I've sent him
the Pitt Rivers piece and asked that he read and think about it.
At the opening of _Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix_, Harry is
crouching in the shrubbery outside the Dursley's Privet Lane home,
listening to the TV news, so that he might hear a "sign." Who needs to
crouch in the shrubbery!? This treacherous, treasonous, traitorous
outing of Valerie Plame; the blackout in Italy; earthquake in Russia;
September 29 as the ending of the "Hudna" cease fire; Israeli blustering
about Iranian nukes; Arafat's flu. With the whole world on a
hairtrigger, every single cough and sneeze seems like an Apocalyptic
OK, who wants to measure my intelligence? All my life I've had to
practice patience as people constantly call me by my last name instead
of my first, being one of those folks with two first names (Kevin Dann).
So I am extra sensitive to calling people by their correct names. But my
own name laziness seems operative this morning, knitting the first
syllable of your first name and the last of your last into a new name
for you. Please forgive this slip.