Monday, February 17, 2025

A Few Quick Jottings on Poetry

I am a bit torn between taking the time to write down my thoughts properly, which will probably require a few posts, and just dashing off some thoughts that are top of mind.  I may split the difference: writing just a few things now and then setting up some posts where I track transportation and "vacation" poems.  I think the likelihood of me ever finishing the first project, let alone the second is so slim, but I guess it's worth having a few goals along the way.  (I was really in deep despair just the other day over the state of the world, and I decided I really ought to move some of these projects forward as there is so little else to motivate me when I cannot be consoled with all the usual blather about "how it gets better," when quite frankly the world is getting worse and at a pace no one is ready for...)

Anyway, I have been reading Michael Longley (incidentally I started about two weeks before his recent passing), and this led to John Burnside and even Frank Ormsby's Goat's Milk.  I was surprised to find that I not only had read Longley's Collected Poems over 10 years ago (probably right after I hit Vancouver) but had made a list of my favorite poems from that volume!  I certainly didn't remember that, which just goes to show that I really have to write down more of my thoughts before they escape.  In general, I am not a huge fan of Longley's (both because he stuck with rhymed poetry long after it was out of fashion and he is mostly a rural poet*).  Burnside is very much a religious poet (and in a way that irks me far more than it does with Mary Oliver, for example).  That said, he had a few transportation related poems that were pretty interesting.  So far I am finding Goat's Milk** the most to my taste of the bunch.

I will likely go ahead and set up pages where I just start dumping these titles but generally not cross-linking to the actual poems, so I don't forget any others (after I had gone to the trouble of finding them in the first place).  I do recall that Frederick Seidel has quite a few poems about riding motorcycles of all things.  And John Balaban has a number of poems on being in Vietnam (though generally as a soldier, so the theme would have to be stretched to the breaking point and beyond to just include people in foreign places, even if at work on in a war, to accommodate those poems).  But his bicycling poem would fit, though it is only one poem out of a sequence.  And there was a poem from a collection I checked out recently from Robarts, which I believe was just called "Train," which I liked a lot.  I hopefully can track this down right away, but this is why I need a better system obviously.  So anyway, this is just off the top of my head of recent discoveries, and I will go find the original lists from where I have saved them to generate the full lists. 

Transportation poems:

Eileen Myles "PV" from Maxfield Parrish - subway
(She actually has quite a few about bicycling, and I am hoping to find one that is short enough and not completely profane, but that seems unlikely.)

Jack Gilbert "Suddenly Adult" from The Dance Most of All - train

John Burnside "III: Pilgrimage" from "Roads" in The Asylum Dance - bus
(I generally don't like excerpting poems or even one poem from a series, and there may be better examples, but this has several gripping lines.)

The Poet on Vacation:

Jack Gilbert "Worth" from The Dance Most of All

Anyway, several years back I was on a Ralph Gustafson kick.  I eventually picked up all three volumes of his Collected Poems, but I had to order them as Vols. 1 & 2 and  Vols. 1 & 3!  I finally parted with one copy of Vol. 1.  I'm still burned up that the signed copy of Configurations at Midnight was lost in the mail, and I still hope that some day it will make its way to its destination or be returned to the store.  I do have one signed copy of a selected poems, and from time to time I consider buying another.  It turns out there is a bookstore near Casa Loma that has quite a few.  I think I'll wait until spring, and then head over and see what they have in stock.

And with that, I think I need to wrap this up and get back to just reading poetry in order to return these books on time.


* Though for some reason he writes quite extensively on Greek mythology, particularly reworking scenes from The Iliad and The Odyssey.

** Milk keeps cropping up in unlikely places.  There is a new lit. magazine starting up in Toronto called Milk Bag.  I decided to submit something, even though it is pretty clear I am not the target audience, and indeed they didn't take my submission.  Then I checked out Black Milk by Tory Dent; my quick perusal of this volume suggests an affinity with Christopher Smart.  "Black Milk" is also a poem in Almadhoun's Adrenalin (though this may be challenging to actually borrow...).  And Charles Simic has an early collection titled Return to a Place Lit by a Glass of Milk.

Saturday, February 15, 2025

The Very Snowy Day

I guess it was Wed. evening that we really got hit with snow.  I feel particularly let down because the weather forecast had been for Thurs. to briefly warm up (above freezing at any rate) and then cool down again over the weekend.  Well, that didn't happen.  Maybe the huge mass of snow in the area kept the temperatures down.

I stayed out fairly late on Wed. (at the Rex), and I forced myself to shovel when I got back, though it snowed so much overnight that it didn't look like I had shoveled at all in the morning.  I thought I was going to go back in on Thurs., partly because I had a dentist appointment and partly because I had hoped to check out the same group at the Rex again.  But work was really quite intense and the transit system was suffering a mini-meltdown so I ended up staying home and rescheduling the appointment, then working quite late (not helped by the fact that Excel destroyed about 2 hours of work, somehow saving the file into some black hole that it could not retrieve from later, which was really the icing on the cake).

I did go back out on Friday, and conditions still weren't great.  It certainly isn't as fun to have a snowy day when you are an adult and school isn't cancelled.  (Indeed, the TDSB and TCDSB had snow days, which really are only called once or twice in a decade!).



I suppose reality is always bleaker...

Friday I left for work but at a strange hour.  There were minor delays at every leg of my journey, but I did make it in.  I again was working pretty intensely on top of back to back to back meetings, and I finally had a chance to run out to the bank and for food at 3:15, but all the local food courts were closing up, and I didn't have time to get over to Union Station.  Fortunately, there is a Subway nearby, though it wasn't what I had planned on grabbing.

I left at 5:15 and went straight to Bau-Xi, since I was trying to streamline my activities on Saturday.  It was fine, but they really don't update it nearly as often, leaving all the main exhibits to their Dufferin gallery.  Then I went in and checked out the AGO for a while.  There was a small James Tissot exhibit that was mostly prints.

James Tissot, The Thames, 1876

I also had a chance to see some old favourites, as well as the Light Years exhibit, which has some great photos by Stan Douglas, Rodney Graham and Jeff Wall, as well as several Philip Guston paintings.  This runs through early Nov., so plenty of time to still catch it.

Andy Fabo, The Craft of the Contaminated, 1984


Now what I should be doing is holing up and reading through a huge stack of poetry on loan from the various libraries, but what I will actually do is head out, go swimming, then to the Textile Museum (before it closes for several months!), then try to get up to Bloor for one last shot at getting Lord Vishnu's Love Handles, then down to 401 Richmond, and then if it isn't too late, I'll see a film at TIFF.  I should probably stop by work for a bit.  I guess there is at least a chance I will get over to the Rex, though I think they are sold out tonight.  I will be back to the Rex for a CD release party(!) either Sun. (at seeing Shakespeare Bash'd doing Merchant of Venice) or Mon.  I'm actually running late for all this, so I will circle back and fill in some details later.  Ciao!

Sunday, February 9, 2025

New Reading List for 2025 (and well beyond!)

I decided it was finally time to retire this list, and merge it with this list (where I am perhaps 75% through it) and add in the books from the book club at work (which I'll at least try to get through) and books I've bought in the past year or so or indeed anything that takes my fancy.  I think I mentioned already that Clarke's Lord Vishnu's Love Handles is calling to me for some reason.  I have looked for it at the BMV near Eaton Centre and Circus Books and a couple of bookstores on Roncesvalles yesterday.  Next Sat., I should be able to quickly stop in at BMV on Bloor and Seekers (and presumably the AGO and Bau-Xi and the galleries in 401 Richmond).  Basically, the only books I am looking for at the moment at the Love Handles book, Craig Nova's The Good Son and if there is anything by Robert Coover (though I did order The Public Burning and I supposedly have ordered a copy of Street Cop, but the internet book store needs to confirm this will be shipped), which allows me to be super focused once I cross the store threshold.  In other words, I am the guy looking at the shelves and running back out, not someone trapped in the bookstore line from hell (as in Tom Gauld's cartoon).

At some point in the spring, I will try to get to Peter De Vries Slouching Towards Kalamazoo (which I picked up because I grew up there) and then of course would also want to read Didion's Slouching Towards Bethlehem and The White Novel for good measure.  I have both of the Didion books in her Modern Library collection, but will need to grab them from Robarts as this tome isn't conducive to reading on the train or at the gym...

Just a couple of amusing asides.  It's weird that I seem to have read Hobson's November, but I don't recall it strongly, and then I wrapped it up (again?) on a recent trip to NYC (and left it at the youth hostel where I was staying), but I still don't have a very clear impression of it.  I should probably skim just a few pages to make sure that was the Hobhouse I was reading.  (I am sure I was reading a Hobhouse novel, as someone commented on it on the subway, saying that Hobhouse was out of fashion these days...)  I may or may not still have my NYRB edition of Hobhouse's The Furies.  I will see if I can track it down (likely downstairs in a box) by the time I get to her on the list.  (I think I have time ;) .)  

Speaking of transit book news, just the other day, I saw someone reading something intriguing on the streetcar, and when we went around the bend, I saw it was Didion's Slouching Towards Bethlehem, which I just mentioned I will try to tackle this spring.  Then that evening I saw someone with what I thought was a deluxe edition of Atwood's Oryx & Crake (and I took that as a sign), but in fact it was Yarros's Onyx Storm, which I have no intention of reading.


Still, I will see about finally getting to the MaddAdam Trilogy this late fall/winter and then Lessing's Children of Violence in 2026.  These are probably stretch goals...

Piercy Woman on the Edge of Time
Will
iam Maxwell So Long, See You Tomorrow & Stories from LOA Vol. 2

Dawn Powell Angels on Toast 
Dawn Powell Sunday, Monday and Always (Stories) 
Durrenmatt Once a Greek
Skorvecky Two Murders in My Double Life
Gide Lafcadio's Adventures
T.C. Boyle Drop City & A Friend of the Earth
Pynchon The Crying of Lot 49
Singh Delhi: A Novel
Gide The Immoralist & Straight is the Gate 
Powers Wheat That Springeth Green & The Stories of J.F. Powers
Joy Williams State of Grace & Escapes & The Visiting Privilege (stories)
Lampedusa The Leopard
Mavis Gallant The Cost of Living (stories)
Tim O'Brien In the Lake of the Woods
Morrison The Bluest Eye & Song of Solomon
Bradley The Ministry of Time
Sinclair Lewis (Main Street, Babbitt, Arrowsmith, Elmer Gantry, Dodsworth and It Can't Happen Here) 
Maritta Wolff -- Whistle Stop, Night Shift, Sudden Rain, Buttonwood and The Big Nickelodeon
(intersperse Lewis with Wolff)
O'Nan Last Night at the Lobster
Russo Empire Falls
Mahfouz The Beggar
Faulkner The Wild Palms
Narayan The Vendor of Sweets & The Painter of Signs
Flannery O'Connor A Good Man Is Hard to Find
Carol Shields The Republic of Love & Happenstance
Pynchon Inherent Vice
Suárez Havana Year Zero
Conrad Victory & Chance
Welty Delta Wedding
Tom Wolfe Bonfire of the Vanities
Aeschylus The Oresteia
Murakami Killing Commendatore
Faulkner The Snopes Family (Hamlet, Town, Mansion)
Mieville The City and the City & Perdido Street Station
Malamud Pictures of Fidelman

This part of the list is basically books I've picked up in the past year (and are queue-jumpers)
Denis Johnson Angels
Dorothy Edwards Winter Sonata
Soseki The Three-Cornered World
Sorokin Blue Lard (NYRB) & The Queue (NYRB) 
Platonov Chevengur (NYRB)
Sunil Gangopadhyay Days and Nights in the Forest
Warren Cool Water
Holmes Go
Plymell 
Benzedrine Highway 
Sorokin Teluria & Red Pyramid (stories)
Heather O'Neill Daydreams of Angels & The Capitol of Dreams
Ethan Canin Carry Me Across the Water
Engel Sarah Bastard's Notebook
Jelloun The Last Friend
Baker The Fermata
Martin The Consolation of Nature
Erdrich The Sentence & Shadow Tag
George Orwell Decline of the English Murder
Engel Sarah Bastard's Notebook
Wells Love and Mr. Lewisham
Azuela The Underdogs
Matthiessen Far Tortuga
Skvorecky The Bride of Texas (maybe on my second long trip of the year?)
Lightman Mr g
Huxley The Devils of Loudun
Larbaud Barnabooth His Notebook (tipped to this by Perec)
Brink Rights of Desire
Connolly This is It
Vassanji 
Everything There Is
Drabble The Dark Flood Rises
Kingsolver Prodigal Summer & Animal Dreams
A. Roy The Folded Earth
Marcial Gala Call Me Cassandra
Janet Hobhouse The Furies & Dancing in the Dark & Nellie without Hugo 
Allende Island Beneath the Sea
Vargas Llosa Way to Paradise & The Neighborhood
Talib Smokescreen
Zsuzsi Gartner The Beguiling
Zevin Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

This is the start of the long-tail list:
Melville Pierre
Kierkegaard Either/Or 
P. Roth -- Zuckerman Bound, The Counterlife, Exit Ghost
Richard Yates Eleven Kinds of Loneliness  

John O'Hara Waiting for Winter
Richard Yates Revolutionary Road
John O'Hara Appointment in Samarra
Craig Nova Incandescence & The Good Son
Ribeyro Marginal Voices
Will Clarke Lord Vishnu's Love Handles A Spy Novel
Waugh Vile Bodies
Cyprian Ekwensi People of the City & Jagua Nana
Ondjaki Transparent City
Victor Serge Conquered City
Vladimir Voinovich A Displaced Person & Monumental Propaganda
Fuentes Where the Air is Clear
Walker Percy The Last Gentleman & The Second Coming
Vargas Llosa The Time of the Hero
Lethem Feral Detective
Craig Nova The Informer (not really that good)
Robert Cohen Inspired Sleep
Chan Koonchung (Guanzhong) The Unbearable Dreamworld of Champa the Driver
Elizabeth Bowen The Heat of the Day
Mieko Kawakami Ms. Ice Sandwich
Hideo Furukawa Slow Boat 
Fontane Before the Storm (try to arrange to read Dec. 2025)
Tolstoy War and Peace
Vasily Grossman Stalingrad & Life and Fate
Marra A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
Vikram Chandra Love and Longing in Bombay 
Victor Serge Midnight in the Century
Don DeLillo End Zone
Pym Jane and Prudence
Forster Howard's End & A Room with a View
Skvorecky Miss Silver's Past & The Swell Season
Tanizaki A Cat, A Man and Two Women
Bellow Ravelstein
Roth The Human Stain
Ghosh The Calcutta Chromosome
Khushwant Singh Delhi 
Dickens Pictures from Italy & American Notes
Herzen Letters from France and Italy
Bely Petersburg
Victor Serge Unforgiving Years
Kundera The Festival of Insignificance & Ignorance
Soyinka The Interpreters

Kawabata Palm-of-the-Hand Stories
Meera Syal Life Isn't All Ha Ha Hee Hee
Pyong-Mo Ku The Old Woman with the Knife
Fitzgerald This Side of Paradise
Hemingway A Farewell to Arms
Fitzgerald The Beautiful and Damned
Hemingway For Whom the Bell Tolls
Dos Passos Adventures of a Young Man
Fitzgerald Tender Is the Night 
Hemingway A Moveable Feast
Fitzgerald The Last Tycoon
Gloria Naylor Mama Day
Fuentes A Change of Skin
Naipaul Miguel Street
Sontag Against Interpretation
Didion Slouching Towards Bethlehem & The White Album
Fuentes Aura
Russell Smith Muriella Pent
Bove Quicksand
Desani All About H. Hatterr
Conrad Under Western Eyes
Chekhov 7 Short Novels
Turgenev Smoke
Turgenev Virgin Soil
Huxley Mortal Coils (stories)
Gissing New Grub Street
Neruda Isla Negra
Fuentes Terra Nostra
Steinbeck To a God Unknown
Cesare Pavese Selected Works
P. Roth American Pastoral
Atwood MaddAdam & The Year of the Flood & Oryx & Crake
Kafu American Stories
J. Roth Radetzky March & The Emperor's Tomb
Walser The Tanners 
Pym Less Than Angels
Elizabeth Bowen Eva Trout
McKay Home to Harlem
Don DeLillo Great Jones Street 
Saramago Skylight
R. Mistry Tales from Firozsha Baag
Adiga Between the Assassinations
Fisher The Conjure Man Dies
Angela Carter The Bloody Chamber
Taylor The Wedding Group
Zaher The Coin
Green Blindness
Perec A Void
Victor Serge The Case of Comrade Tulayev
Kim Thúy Ru 
Malamud The Fixer
DeLillo Ratner's Star
Skvorecky The Miracle Game & Dvorak in Love
P. Roth Nemeses (Everyman, Indignation, The Humbling, Nemesis)
Selvon Moses Migrating
Green Living 
Levi The Sixth Day
Huysmans Against Nature
Pynchon Gravity's Rainbow (& V?)
Scarlett Thomas PopCo & The End of Mr Y & Our Tragic Universe
Pym A Glass of Blessings
Dos Passos Manhattan Transfer
Christopher Isherwood Berlin Stories
Joseph Roth The White Cities/Report from Paris
Ghosh The Glass Palace
Craig Nova The Congressman's Daughter & Tornado Alley
de Tocqueville Democracy in America 
Trollope The Three Clerks
Achebe  A Man of the People
Achebe Anthills of the Savannah
Hoban Riddley Walker
Tunney Flan 
Powys Wolf Soylent
Drew Hayden Taylor Take Us to Your Leader
Lem Tales of Pirx the Pilot 
Lem More Tales of Pirx the Pilot (a lot of Lem worth reading, but I might circle back first to Pirx and then Ijon Tichy (The Star Diaries, Memoirs of a space traveler and The Futurological Congress))
Victor Pelevin Omon Ra
Hardy Return of the Native
Steinbeck Tortilla Flat
Murdoch The Sea The Sea 
Pynchon Against the Day 
DeLillo Players/Running Dog
Murakami Norwegian Wood
Austen Emma
Guillaume Morissette New Tab
Gornick Louisa Meets Bear
DeLillo Amazons
Findley Dinner Along the Amazon
Churchill Cloud 9
Cortazar 62: A Model Kit
Lessing The Golden Notebook
Craig Nova The Book of Dreams
Jean Rhys Quartet & After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie
Didion Democracy
Malamud The Tenants
Forrest Meteor in the Madhouse
Barley The Innocent Anthropologist: Notes from a Mud Hut
Trollope Why Frau Frohmann Raised Her Prices
Anna Seghers Transit (NYRB)
Bove Night Departure & No Place
D.H. Lawrence Sons and Lovers (uncut version)
Faulkner Sanctuary & Requiem for a Nun
Green Party Going
Woolf Mrs. Dalloway/Mrs. Dalloway's Party
Austen Persuasion
Isak Dinesen Ehrengard
Nabokov The Enchanter 
Elias Canetti Memoirs (The Tongue Set Free/The Torch in My Ear/The Play of the Eye) 
Balzac The Human Comedy/Pere Goriot
Davies The Salterton Trilogy
Trollope He Knew He Was Right
Bissoondath Doing the Heart Good
Rhys Good Morning, Midnight
Engel Lunatic Villas
Mann Buddenbrooks
Blish Cities in Flight
Welty Delta Wedding
Zola The Fortune of the Rougons
Téa Obreht The Tiger's Wife
Ian Williams Reproduction
Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov
Lessing's Children of Violence (Martha Quest; A Proper Marriage; A Ripple from the Storm; Landlocked; The Four-Gated City)
Muriel Spark The Mandelbaum Gate
Eric Kraft's Peter Leroy series (Little Follies; Where Do You Stop?; Herb ’n’ Lorna; Reservations Recommended; What a Piece of Work I Am; At Home with the Glynns; Leaving Small’s Hotel; Inflating a Dog; Passionate Spectator; Flying; Persistence; Albertine's Overcoat (aka Peerless Television Service and Repair))
(Saramago detour -- a few of these are listed higher up)
Saramago Skylight
R. Mistry Tales from Firozsha Baag
Adiga Between the Assassinations
Saramago Blindness
Perec A Void
DeLillo The Names
Saramago All the Names
Cunningham The Hours
Plato The Republic (special focus on Book VII)
Saramago The Cave
Plato The Symposium
Muriel Spark Symposium
Saramago Seeing
Norfolk The Pope's Rhinoceros
Saramago The Elephant's Journey
Murakami The Elephant Vanishes
Pynchon Inherent Vice
Faulkner The Wild Palms (linked through the palm trees of 'Miami Vice')
(I've already moved just a few up to the tail end of the main list) 

Undetermined position, or the very long tail, which include books that I purged (unread) but are available in Toronto libraries
Terry Darlington Narrow Dog to Carcassonne
Mulisch The Discovery of Heaven
Husain Basti
Albert Cossery A Splendid Conspiracy (UT)
Albert Cossery Laziness in the Fertile Valley (UT)
Laura Lush Fault Line
Andrew Crumey Sputnik Caledonia
Amy Waldman The Submission
4 poets : Daniela Elza, Peter Morin, Al Rempel, Onjana Yawnghwe
Tash Aw Five Star Billionaire
Machado de Assis A Chapter of Hats: Stories
Machado de Assis The Devil's Church and Other Stories (UT)
Machado de Assis Esau and Jacob (UT)
Joseph Roth Right and Left  (UT)
Fernando Pessoa The Book of Disquiet
Cesare Pavese The Political Prisoner (UT)
Trichter Love in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction
Ben Winters The Last Policeman & Countdown City & World of Trouble
Frederick Busch The Mutual Friend (UT)
Frederick Busch Closing Arguments
Ken Kalfus The Commissariat of Enlightenment
Ken Kalfus A Disorder Peculiar to the Country
Chloe Aridjis Book of Clouds
Sunjeev Sahota Ours Are the Streets (UT)
Rebecca Lee City Is A Rising Tide
Alex Shakar The Savage Girl
Jansson The True Deceiver
M. John Harrison Nova Swing
Richard Ford The Sportswriter (indeed the entire Bascombe trilogy and coda)
Bishop-Stall Ghosted
John Connolly The Book of Lost Things
Rowan Somerville The End of Sleep
Kenny Fries The History of My Shoes and the Evolution of Darwin's Theory (UT)
Hisham Matar Anatomy of A Disappearance
Sergio de la Pava A Naked Singularity
Samuel Delany Babel-17
Samuel Delany Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand
Samuel Delany Nova ?
David Deutsch The Fabric of Reality
David Deutsch The Beginning of Infinity Explanations That Transform the World
Stephen Graham Cities Under Siege The New Military Urbanism
Jeffrey Eugenides The Marriage Plot
Michael J. Meyer The Last Days of Old Beijing
Jennifer Egan The Invisible Circus
Joe LeSueur Digressions on Some Poems by Frank O'Hara
Clark Blaise The Meagre Tarmac Stories
Josephine Johnson Now in November (TPL - reference only...)
Martin Flavin Journey in the Dark (UT-Downsview)
Lionel Trilling The Liberal Imagination Essays on Literature and Society (NYRB edition)
Literary Essays and Reviews of the 1920s & 30s By Wilson, Edmund (UT)
Literary Essays and Reviews of the 1930s & 40s By Wilson, Edmund (UT)
Edmund Wilson Memoirs of Hecate County
The Devil's Dictionary, Tales, & Memoirs By Bierce, Ambrose (UT)
Roald Nasgaard The Mystic North
Michael North Art and Commerce in the Dutch Golden Age (UT)

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Books (& Tariffs)

Virtually everything that I order on-line is used, though once in a while I order a dress shirt or even a pair of slacks, as essentially all of the mid-range clothing stores have closed down in Toronto (and America more generally).  So I probably will not be directly impacted by tariffs in that sense, though of course probably close to half of the produce we buy comes from the States, so our grocery bill will definitely go up.  As you probably know, the tariffs have been "paused" for 30 days, which helps Trump save face, but I suspect he will impose them after all, at least temporarily, in the early spring.

I've decided I am not going to North Carolina in March, and I don't see how I could go to upstate New York the first week of April.  This one is harder because The Fixx have rescheduled their cancelled concert for that weekend, and I probably could figure out some way to get between Rochester/Syracuse and NYC in time, but I just can't justify it.  The Orange One is too unpredictable, and his word doesn't mean anything,* so no one can count on the tariff threat (and other ways he is bullying Canada) being over by then and he will have moved onto something else, like hunting down minority hires in the government.  (I only wish I were kidding.)

On top of everything else, the uncertainty is causing the Canadian dollar to keep dropping against the US dollar, so I decided I really ought to bite the bullet and buy a few items before the Canadian dollar drops still further.  I had already ordered a Rohmer box set, and a Kieslowski Colours Trilogy, though the latter I had shipped to Toronto.

There are always a few books that catch my attention, particularly if it is particularly hard to find them in libraries or local book shops.  I have slowly been rebuilding my Craig Nova collection.**  I had ordered Incandescence, but eventually Amazon cancelled the order.  As I was searching for a replacement, I found a handful of copies of signed editions, generally of the original hardback edition.

But I have to say I am drawn to the first trade paperback edition, as it fits much better with the other books I have picked up lately, like Turkey Hash and The Geek.  

Nonetheless, I was quite surprised to find that shipping the signed copy (from the UK) was cheaper to Canada than to the States, so I went ahead and ordered that version and hope it turns up reasonably soon.  I'll start going through Nova's books again (just as I did in my 20s!), though I don't care nearly as much for his more recent forays into genre fiction.  I thought Wetware was quite bad, and I think he is trying to channel Eric Ambler in The Informer (which I am currently reading) with this tale of crosses and double-crosses set in Weimar Berlin, but I don't think he is really succeeding.  Anyway, I should wrap this up in another day or so.

I've been aware of Robert Coover for a long time, and actually read a handful of his racier short stories and Pinocchio in Venice.  When he passed away, several of the obituaries said that The Public Burning was more relevant than ever.  I have been looking in the local bookstores for a copy of this with no luck.  (Probably Elliot's books would have had a copy.)  So I broke down and ordered that.  (It does seem that DeLillo's Underworld may have some similarities to The Public Burning, but I am really not sure I want to reread Underworld.  Others have said that McElroy's Women and Men also has some connections to The Public Burning, and maybe this is the prompt I need to crack open the copy on my bookshelf.)  I don't know when I will have the Coover book in my hands, but I'll tackle it at some point and then McElroy in the not-so-distant future after that.

I also ordered a copy of the catalog for Southern/Modern, the exhibit at the Mint Museum, which just closed this past weekend.  At least this was on sale, to help make up for the slumping dollar.

Then I ordered a couple of other signed books by Maxine Kumin: Our Ground Time Here Will Be Brief and Where I Live: New And Selected Poems 1990-2010.  I haven't read her work in quite some time, but I'm feeling I am going to be on a Kumin kick soon.

Interestingly, one book I have had in my basket for quite some time was currently unavailable, but the bookstore guy said he would be back on Thurs., and I could put in my order then.  That will likely be the last thing I have sent to my stepmom (in the States).  However, I'm sort of working my way through books that I found out about through libraries.  Somewhere along the way I must have seen a copy of Will Clarke's Lord Vishnu's Love Handles on a recommended read shelf (at a library), but this must actually have been in Vancouver or even Burnaby!  

TPL doesn't have a copy, which isn't a huge surprise, but Robarts doesn't either, which is unfortunate.  I did find a handful of signed copies online, and I thought I had found a copy where shipping to Canada wasn't outrageous.  However, I got all the way up to final checkout, and then the shipping price jumped up $10 or so, so I dropped it from my cart like a hot potato.  Since I actually would like to try to read the book this spring, sending it to the States (where there is no clear path for me to actually visit the States soon to pick my stuff up) seems a bit foolhardy.  While I generally don't like reading things completely electronically (and have fallen out of habit), I probably should just read the ebook in this case.  Still, I will try to remember to take a look for this at BMV and Circus Books and Seekers and maybe She Said Boom on Roncy (since I should get there before it closes this Saturday).

So after I wrap up this very short fable called Once a Greek by Durrenmatt (which seems a bit like some of Steinbeck's really short novels) and Nova's The Informer, I think the next thing to read will be Skvorecky's Two Murders in My Double Life, Gide's Lafcadio's Adventure, Lampedusa's The Leopard, Piercy's Woman on the Edge of Time and Tim O'Brien's In the Lake of the Woods.  Oh, and maybe whatever the book club that just was started at work is reading!  (Surprisingly, a lot of Kundera and Murakami.)  That's definitely more than enough, but I also will probably tackle a few more books from the library, including O'Nan's Last Night at the Lobster (which seems short) and The Book of Lamentations by Rosario Castellano (which seems long).


* This commentary by Gaby Hinsliff seems quite on point: "Since nobody voted to Make America Poor Again, maybe ordinary Americans will soon tire of this. But Brexit showed that voters’ reaction to realising they’ve been had is often to double down, because it’s too painful to think they have brought this on themselves."

** I have just decided that I need to put them up on the actual shelves, not in one of several piles of books in my study, so I will probably swap Nova and Alice Munro (where I am fairly unlikely to hang onto her story collections after I read them once for somewhat obvious reasons...).  I also have been very slowly adding Iris Murdoch books on the same shelf.  I think I now have 7 (though I seem to have misplaced Under the Net (which I enjoyed a lot, so I probably hung onto it)), but have no intention of buying all 26 or so of her novels.

Monday, February 3, 2025

Long Day's Journey Into Art

Depending on exactly how you count the week and whether it wraps or not, I have been incredibly busy.

Last Sunday, I saw Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf over at Canadian Stage.  I was not pleased when they said in the program that it was now closer to 3.5 hours (instead of 3), as I had to run back to Union Station and catch the Kitchener train over to Bloor (West) in order to see La Dolce Vita at the Revue.  I only had one regular train I could take, though I guess I probably could have taken the next UP Express, but it would have been cutting it close.  In the end, they got through the play in 3 hours and 15 minutes, so it wasn't that hard to get back to Union in time.  I thought the acting was good (interestingly some reviewers think only Martha Burns was amazing), but it is a hard play to actually enjoy.  Mac Fyfe who was playing the younger academic had some medical emergency, so they brought in an emergency replacement, but he had to carry around a script made to look like a personal notebook.  It is just an actor's nightmare to be thrown into that situation, particularly with a play as long as Virginia Woolf.  I thought he did well under the circumstances, but of course wish that Mac Fyfe was on stage.

Switching gears almost immediately to another long-form work of art (but one overall more palatable), I forgot just how cynical and awful Mastroianni's character is by the end of La Dolce Vita, once he succumbs to cynicism after the death of Steiner.  He certainly doesn't treat his fiancée well either, perhaps realizing that they are heading down the path of the couple in La Notte.  But overall it is still quite an interesting movie.  I think this time watching it, I felt the most compassion for Mastroianni's father, even though he is a bit of a letch.  Clearly the apple didn't fall far from the tree...

Monday, I was back at the Revue to see Antonioni's L'Avventura.  I wasn't quite sure how long this was.  It's another long film, only about 15 minutes shorter than La Dolce Vita!  I'll cut right to the chase; I didn't like this movie at all.  I never plan on seeing it again.  As I was digging through my DVDs (looking for Huston's The Dead, which still hasn't surfaced), I realized that I have 5 movies by Antonioni: L'Avventura, La Notte, L'Eclisse, Red Desert and Blow Up!  I think they are all Region 2 imports from the UK, no less!  Anyway, I will wait to see if the new Blu-Ray of La Notte shows up, and then I will try to sell off the DVD of La Notte and L'Avventura.  BMV will occasionally buy Region 2 DVDs, though you get peanuts for them.  I think it's pretty clear that I just am not on the same wavelength as Antonioni, with the partial exception of La Notte.

Tues. I ran over to the west side of town to see Talk is Free's production of For Both Resting and Breeding.  It's a play set in the future after society has been completely remodelled and made essentially genderless, and then a group of people decide to restore a house from the old days and act out these old gender roles.  I don't think it was quite as profound as it thought it was, but it was interesting, and it was a super intimate space.

Wed. was a heavy movie night.  I had to watch A Traveller's Needs because I wasn't able to see it last Sat.  Then I stuck around to see Blade Runner, which was amazing.  The special effects look like they have all been upgraded.  But it was a long night.

Thurs., I went to see the Jack Quartet doing contemporary pieces, including Philip Glass's String Quartet 5, which I believe was originally commissioned by Kronos Quartet.  I don't think I ever saw Kronos play this, but I did see them play Glass's 6th quartet out in Vancouver.  (It was amusing walking past the Meridian Centre to get to the concert.  The lines to get in to see Taylor Tomlinson were just huge!  I had wanted to squeeze this in, but it was essentially sold out and the few remaining tickets were all over $100, which I thought was just a bit over the top...)

Friday, I went to see the TSO performing the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto and a Vaughan Williams's symphony.  In addition, I had to get there early because they were doing a pre-concert show - Tchaikovsky's Souvenir de Florence.  (It was interesting that Jonathan Crow wasn't performing in the pre-show or in the main concert and Clare Semes filled in for him; she's at the very far left below.)  I enjoyed the Vaughan Williams's symphony.  While I am not going to get obsessed by it, I should try to see more of these symphonies when they come up.  (In fact, I found out the Hart House Orchestra was going to do Vaughan Williams Symphony #1 but because they added a full choir, there were literally no tickets available for the general public which seems incredibly daft.)  


Friday was actually a day that I risked biking because it was supposed to get above freezing.  I think when I left in the morning it was exactly freezing, but I stayed out far too late, and it was -3 on the way home and my hands hurt (and the bike lock kept freezing up!).  So I think I really need for a much longer stretch of warm weather (at either the tail end of Feb. or March before I try biking again).

Sat. was an extremely packed day.  I did get in my swimming, then went over to Carlton and watched Moonrise Kingdom, then went over to work for a couple of hours, then walked very briskly back to St. Lawrence Market to see The Last Showgirl.  Then I made a pitstop at Robarts to drop off a bunch of books on tourism, then headed out west to see Ripcord at Village Players.  I wasn't entirely sold on the play in the first half but the second half was stronger.  One of the actors had come down with COVID and they had a replacement who was reading directly off a script, but much more openly than the "understudy" in Virginia Woolf.  (I suppose two years ago or even last year, just the whiff of COVID in the cast would have caused the whole production to shut down, so I suppose in that sense we're fortunate that life doesn't completely grind to a halt due to COVID any longer...)

Sunday I wasn't quite as successful in squeezing everything in, but it was still a pretty busy day.  I started off going to the gym and getting groceries on the way back.  I got about halfway through making a red lentil dish when I had to leave.  I went over to Spadina to see Tafelmusik, which was incredible, including some Korean pieces to celebrate their successful tour of South Korea.  

After the concert, I ran into BMV (but they didn't have the titles I was looking for), Bulk Barn and then Seeker's Books.  I was able to sell my copy of Maqroll to them.  I made a quick stop at Dollarama, then hopped on the train to Dundas West.  It was back to the Revue to see The Conversation.  This was interesting as they had a Q & A about privacy beforehand.  (About the only thing I didn't get to in the end was stopping by Robarts to drop off Ginzberg's Family Lexicon, which I have just wrapped up.)


Aside from Hackman's very unconvincing miming on the saxophone, this was a very interesting film.  While I'm sure it was largely inspired by Blow Up, particularly the way the main character's evidence is stolen right out from under his nose, I just think it succeeds so much more (at least for me).  It looks like the Revue is showing Rashomon in March.  Now it is going to be another tight squeeze, since it is right after a Roy Thompson Hall concert (in fact it is the Vancouver Symphony on a cross-Canadian tour), so I have to hope that it doesn't run long!

Needless to say, I am a bit weary after running myself ragged this past week.  I don't have quite as much going on next week, but I'll probably run over to Carlton and see at least one TSO concert (and I'm still deciding on another...).  But Sat., I am seeing Linklater's entire Before trilogy in one go!  I guess I just never learn my lesson...  (And I'll probably see if I can make it over to Bau-Xi and 401 Richmond before the first movie.)


Saturday, January 25, 2025

Small Frustrations

I did get a fair bit done today, though there were many small frustrations along the way.  I did make it over to Abbozzo Gallery and looked at a few prints.  I was very tempted by this dragon, and its compact size means I could hang it a few places, including in my home office.

But I think I would eventually exhaust its mysteries.  This one really grabs me much more, though trying to figure out where it would hang is a major dilemma.

Anyway, I then reversed direction and made it over to the Regent Park pool by about 11:20.  I really needed to leave by 12:25 or so to make it up to the Botanical Gardens.  I managed to get 19 1/2 laps in before nearly running into a guy doing an extremely slow backstroke in the medium lanes, and I got so frustrated I left.  I find the actual swimming at Regent Park to be really frustrating (compared to Matty Eckler), and it is completely hit or miss if the spa pool is open (far more often it is not open), so I may have to switch back to Matty Eckler on a more regular basis.

The streetcar finally showed up, and I made a pit stop at Dundas and Yonge.  I actually grabbed lunch as well, which I hadn't planned to do.  I did make it up to the Botanical Gardens with about 20 minutes to spare.  That was the last time the TTC really worked for me.  The concert was nice, but it ran long, which made me extremely anxious, and I ultimately left towards the end.  Still, this wasn't nearly as bad an experience as the time I tried to bike up to the Botanical Gardens and the refusal to actually put signs on the paths led me astray in the park and I took the wrong turn, which made me quite late -- and extremely pissed off.  (Getting back was no picnic either.)  So I do think it's time to just stop going to these concerts in the gardens.

I should have made it back to Carlton Cinema in time but the 54 bus was bunched horribly.  Two went past (in a pair) right as I got to the street, and then there wasn't a bus for close to 10 minutes.  (Quite frankly, the bus drivers know that driving like this is a complete disservice to the public, so I can only conclude they are just assholes.)  It didn't help that the TTC has redone all the bus stop info with a small sign saying that until the Eglinton Crosstown opens, ignore the current markings and assume previous bus routes are in place.  This doesn't actually help anyone who is new to the system.  Normally, this wouldn't matter too much, but the 54 makes a turn off Lawrence to Leslie, and it is completely unclear whether it makes the stop after the turn or not.  Certainly those two drivers that flew past didn't seem inclined to stop at that particular stop to pick up any passengers.  So I walked over to Lawrence, and once again there was no marking at the stop to say which bus would actually stop there, and there were no 54s anyway.  Finally, a 162 came along.  Now this is a very interesting route that winds its way through a lot of mansions in the Bridle Path.  I'm glad I saw them, but not on this particular day!  But I still should have made it in time.  Famous last words.  Once you get to the Lawrence (East) TTC station, they have closed all the entrances at Lawrence, and you have to walk two blocks to the northern entrance, but the buses don't divert up that way.*  Unbelievably shitty customer service (and the signage just rubs it in even more).  I missed at least one and probably two trains because of this, and then the slow zones kicked in and we just crawled from Eglinton to Davisville and then Summerville.  It was clear I was going to be 5 minutes too late for the start of the film (even taking trailers into account!), so I went home instead, feeling completely pissed off.  The TTC lets me down so many times, and I resent being stuck on it during the winter.  This wasn't even a shutdown or police activity causing havok but the general shittiness of their service and utter lack of communication and concern about the traveling public.

Now I can probably see the movie I wanted to see (A Traveler's Needs, which I got shafted out of seeing at TIFF) on Wed., and then stick around and watch Blade Runner, but it still totally messed up my day.  I did manage to finish Taking Care.  Many themes from The Quick and the Dead show up in these stories, and indeed one of the characters (a bit of a rustic simpleton that seems to have wandered in from Deliverance) in the story "Woods" uses the quote the quick and the dead, which is from the New Testament.  My favorite story was "Train," but I liked several of them, if they didn't erupt into gothic violence.  I have about 100 pages still to go with Maqroll and might wrap this up tomorrow.  I have put a hold on Ginzburg's Family Lexicon, so will probably read this fairly soon.  I think in the meantime I will read Nova's The Informer and Tim O'Brien's In the Lake of the Woods (which is likely a rereading so it may go a bit faster).  I may then switch over to another towering stack and read Animal Dreams, Cool Water and Russo's Empire Falls.  This will likely take me into Feb., and at that point I may pick a few more books off this list

I can kind of tell that I am going to have a tough day tomorrow as well.  I was expecting Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf to run about 3 hours, which means it would end at 5, but now they are saying it is closer to 3.5 hours, which is frankly ridiculous.  Anyway, I need to run over to Union immediately after the play and catch the Kitchener Line over to Bloor.  There is a 5:50 Kitchener train I should be able to take.  It should have been easy to make this connection, and now I am not at all sure I can make it.  I am supposed to see La Dolce Vita at the Revue at 6:45.  I will have time to make it and grab a slice of pizza or something fast, but only if I make this train or the 6:00 UP Express.  I guess there is no point panicking just yet, but I am not pleased that the production run time keeps creeping up.

I guess that's enough grumbling for one night.


* Don't get me started on how absurd it is that the Museum stop only lets people off in Queens Park, which is a solid 10 or even 15 minute walk to the ROM, and it will be probably two years before they reopen the entrance closer to the actual museums (and the music department building).

Come In from the Cold

As pretty much anybody living in Ontario and presumably Quebec knows, we had several days in a row of truly frigid weather.  I did my best not to leave the house, and I teleworked from Monday through Thurs. afternoon, though I did end up running in to work at the end of the day Thurs., partly because I was going stir crazy (and driving my daughter crazy with all the Zoom and Teams calls I was on) and partly because I wanted to see Brian Dickerson's jazz orchestra at the Rex (with Neil Swainson on bass!).  Now I think in the end, I did make a quick grocery run Monday evening (and more or less regretted it the minute I hit the bridge) and I went swimming Wed. evening.* 

I had actually expected to finish up Mutis's Maqroll novellas this week and probably finish Joy William's Taking Care.  But because I wasn't taking transit back and forth for several days (and I have been letting work squeeze out a lot of my personal time), I just didn't do it.  I'm down to the last 40 pages in Taking Care, though I have more like 180 pages to go in Maqroll.  I am taking transit a lot this weekend, now that the temperature is back up to merely cold and not bone-chillingly cold, and I may finish both up.  We'll see.

I haven't spent a lot of time thinking over what's next.

I am generally leaning towards books that are in my towering stacks of books to trim them down a bit.  That would argue for Piercy's Woman on the Edge of Time, or maybe Tim O'Brien's In the Lake of the Woods (which I probably read many years ago), or Denis Johnson's Angels or Craig Nova's The Informer.  Alternatively, I was starting to read through books with Edward Gorey covers (including a relatively recent pass through What Masie Knew, which I should discuss in the near future).  That would argue for Conrad's Victory or Gide's Lafcadio's Adventures.  Or I can read Ginzburg's Family Lexicon and cross it off two reading lists!  Or I can tackle a book that has been languishing forever on the shelves, like Lampedusa's The Leopard.  I just haven't really decided.

I actually do have a really busy day tomorrow, so I probably should sign off now.  Ciao.


* So this week I will finally be reaching my goal of 3 times at the gym and/or swimming pool, though next week is super stacked in terms of evening outings, and I will almost certainly be back to twice a week, which isn't quite enough.  Between not biking to work nearly everyday, and the winter blues/blahs and a raging depression about the state of the world and issues in my personal life, I just found I picked up 5 pounds.  Now I had thought it was worse and that I had gained 10 or even 15 pounds, but it isn't great, and I need to find a way to cut down on late-nite snacking, which is my greatest weakness in this arena.