Ted Hughes “Last Letter”

Filed under: Other Writers/Books — joy at 9:23 am on Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Here is the recently rediscovered poem by Ted Hughes, “Last Letter,” where he talks about discovering Plath’s suicide. It’s curious to me that Hughes left this out of Birthday Letters, the volume of poems about Plath that he published right before he died, but I think I know why. It lets you into his head in a way that no other poem he wrote on the subject does. It is an interesting companion piece to the letter he wrote Plath’s mother right after the suicide.

I wonder what other lost things are going to turn up about this tragedy in years to come. Supposedly, there is still one more of Plath’s journals that hasn’t been accounted for. (Via Belladodie)

Dostoevsky On The Moscow Subway

Filed under: Other Writers/Books — joy at 9:28 am on Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I think it is so cool that Moscow has created a Dostoevsky-themed subway station. According to NPR:

The walls are gray and bare, except for murals capturing scenes from Dostoevsky’s famous novels: Brothers Karamazov, The Idiot, and of course, Crime and Punishment, the book where Dostoevsky digs into the mind of his lead character, Raskolnikov, exploring a young man’s path to murder.

In one famous passage, Raskolnikov cries out, “Good God! Can it be, can it be, that I shall really take an ax, that I shall strike her on the head, split her skull open … that I shall tread in the sticky warm blood, break the lock, steal and tremble; hide, all spattered in the blood … with the ax … Good God, can it be?”

The fictional character — poor, desperate for money to help his family and mentally tortured — ends up killing two women. And it’s all depicted in a mural right on the subway platform in which Raskolnikov holds an ax over a woman’s head, while a corpse lies on the ground.

The mural of this scene is causing controversy. Many mental health experts think it will cause suicide and violence. Here is a picture of the image that is causing all the ruckus:

Sometimes people boggle my mind with the dumb things they worry about. That is not a shocking image. And really, the fear of what the mural might do to someone else’s mind is precisely the kind of thinking that leads to banning books or preventing art from being put on display. The subway station might just as easily inspire pride among Russians for one of their great writers. It might even make them want to read more.

Or they might just want to pretend to be a cool guy in a cape:

And yeah, okay, maybe some people don’t want to think about dark topics on their morning commute, and maybe the gray walls might depress someone, but hey, it’s Russia. Isn’t everyone already depressed?

Philip Roth, Dirty Old Man?

Filed under: Other Writers/Books — joy at 8:48 am on Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Guardian digested read of The Humbling by Philip Roth calls him a dirty old man. It’s pretty funny. Sample:

After his release, Axler had retreated to his farmhouse in upstate New York and it was there that Pegeen had visited him. Her parents were old friends and he had known her since she was a baby, suckling at her mother’s breast. Now she was 40, a lesbian teaching at a progressive women’s college in Vermont. “Have you ever slept with a man?” he asked.

“Not for more than 20 years,” Pegeen replied. “But there’s something about your arthritic body I find irresistible.”

“I can only make love if you’re on top of me because my back’s playing up,” he said, fondling her heavy breasts.

“You’re a smooth talking lesbo-converter, Philip . . .”

“It’s Simon.”

“Whatever. No one else could make me want cock.”

(Via Bookslut)

Lord Byron’s Letters

Filed under: Other Writers/Books — joy at 8:28 am on Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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NPR has a fascinating little snippet on the letters of Lord Byron, which are going to be auctioned off soon. They are to a clergyman Byron corresponded with, and are full of tales about cities he visited, thoughts on Christianity, stories of botched love affairs, and literary gossip–Byron called Wordsworth “Turdsworth.” Ha! It’s worth a listen.

That Movie About Keats

Filed under: Other Writers/Books — joy at 8:28 am on Friday, September 18, 2009

The NYTimes likes Bright Star, the new movie about the life of Keats. It looks horribly sentimental and mushy, but not so, says AO Scott:

This is a risky project, not least because a bog of cliché and fallacy lies between the filmmaker and her goal. In the first decades of the 19th century, some poets may have been like movie stars, but the lives of the poets have been, in general, badly served on film, either neglected altogether or puffed up with sentiment and solemnity. The Regency period, moreover, serves too many lazy, prestige-minded directors as a convenient vintage clothing store. And there are times in “Bright Star” when Keats, played by the pale and skinny British actor Ben Whishaw (“Perfume,” “I’m Not There”), trembles on the edge of caricature. He broods; he coughs (signaling the tuberculosis that will soon kill him); he looks dreamily at flowers and trees and rocks.

But these moments, rather than feeling studied or obvious, arrive with startling keenness and disarming beauty, much in the way that Keats’s own lyrics do. His verses can at first seem ornate and sentimental, but on repeated readings, they have a way of gaining in force and freshness. The music is so intricate and artificial, even as the emotions it carries seem natural and spontaneous. And while no film can hope to take you inside the process by which these poems were made, Ms. Campion allows you to hear them spoken aloud as if for the first time. You will want to stay until the very last bit of the end credits, not necessarily to read the name of each gaffer and grip, but rather to savor every syllable of Mr. Whishaw’s recitation of “Ode to a Nightingale.”

Sigh. Now I am going to have to see this movie…

Oates on Shirley Jackson

Filed under: Other Writers/Books — joy at 1:11 pm on Thursday, September 17, 2009

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Here’s a fascinating interview with Joyce Carol Oates on Shirley Jackson, most known for the short story The Lottery. Oates talks about Jackson’s novel We Have Always Lived in the Castle, which I tooootttaaaalllllly want to read now. (In fact, I just ordered it off the Internet.) It is about two sisters who live isolated from the nearby town in a castle. It has a dark, gothic vibe similar to The Turn of the Screw by Henry James.

In the interview, Oates draws parallels between the themes of the book and Jackson’s life, which sounds awful. Jackson became agoraphobic, feared the people in the town around her, believed she was a witch, and probably had a some serious mental illnesses. It’s remarkable she was able to produce good writing in the middle of all that chaos. (Via Bookslut)