Figured since I'm not writing I might as well be reading and I enjoy the writing styles from the 19th century.
The men who dared to take up the vocation were undergirded with a classical education and versed in the great literary works of the past.
This thorough preparation in the literary arts gave their works a rich descriptive vocabulary and a depth of meaning you don't often encounter in today's world.
One of the highest compliments you can pay an author is to realize, when thinking back on a scene about which he wrote, you see the picture he evoked more than you remember the words he employed.
That's how it is with Washington Irving's Sketch Book writings. His essays on Christmas, Christmas Eve and Christmas Dinner evoke vivid scenes of an old fashioned English Christmas spent with a friend while traveling.
And of course his retelling of the Legend Of Sleepy Hollow and the fate of poor Ichabod Crane is simply delicious story telling at its finest.
And much to my surprise, I discovered that in one aspect, Mr. Irving and I share a common sensibility.
In a letter to Sir Walter Scott he confessed:
"I have no command of my talents, such as they are, and have to watch the varyings of my mind as I would those of a weather cock...I must, therefore, keep on pretty much as I have begun; writing when I can, not when I would..."
Well, what do you know...a kindred spirit. The old saw is "writers write" but like the venerable Mr. Irving, I can only write when inspiration strikes...not before.
In any event, it's a delight to read his stories.
Same is true with Robert Louis Stevenson and his writings.
You think you know the Jekyll and Hyde story...
...but chances are you know whatever movie version you've seen.
You must read the story as he wrote it to get the full descriptive horror of the transformation pursued, achieved and ultimately abhorred by the brilliant Dr. Jekyll.
And for all of that, I still don't have an idea for my next book...
Looks like winter is making a feeble attempt at a comeback...
...just hasn't been much of a winter so far...and really, nothing in the forecast, either...temps in the high 30's in the days ahead.
Not complaining, but hey...if we're not going to have winter, can we get an early start on Spring?
That's what I'm talking about...
Had a strange experience walking into my living room early one morning this past week...
I kid you not...my golf clubs asked me if I wanted to go golfing!
Now I know what you're thinking...
...you're thinking, "Don't those golf clubs even know it's winter?"
There's more, but I just saw something shiny so I'll hafta tell you the rest later...
Watched a Polish movie the other night...
...that got universally positive reviews.
It covers the time period of 1949 through 1964 set against the backdrop of communist Poland under the boot of Stalin's Russia.
At the center of the story are two talented musicians; he an older concert pianist, she a young and beautiful singer.
The movie tells the story of their tempestuous and ultimately doomed love.
It's acted flawlessly and is visually captivating, filmed in black and white to match the dull severity of the repressive times in which they lived.
In the end they are together...
...but not in the Hallmark happy ending way you might imagine.
It truly is a very well done movie, just not uplifting in any way, shape, manner or form.
Made me happy I live in the land of the free and the home of the brave...
New objet d'art from the Retro Lifestyle Company
That's the iconic Enco gas station in Palm Springs, CA, circa 1965.
It's now the Palm Springs Welcome Center, located at the turn off to the Aerial Tramway in the San Jacinto Mountains.
Some recent sightings 'round the ol' homestead...
|feeding time at the OK corral|
|...and a friend.|
|this actually happens at our house|
Enough already...don't you have something to do?
|what could go wrong?|
later, mcm fans...
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