Here is a link to my review, in University Bookman, of Alice Kaplan’s Looking for The Stranger: Albert Camus and the Life of a Literary Classic: Strange Things Advertisements
“November 28, The Portrait of a Lady, 1881 “‘We know too much about people in these days; we hear too much. Our ears, our minds, our mouths, are stuffed with personalities. Don’t mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.’” Talk about relevant to the present day. But… Continue reading Daily Henry James, cont.
“October 30, The Next Time, 1895 “The only success worth one’s powder was success in the line of ones’ idiosyncrasy. Consistency was in itself distinction, and what was talent but the art of being completely whatever it was that one happened to be? One’s things were characteristic or were nothing.” Annie Dillard in The Writing… Continue reading Daily Henry James, cont.
Continuing copying down the passages I underlined in my copy of The Daily Henry James (U Chicago Press) with occasional salubrious comments. “October 7, The Wings of the Dove, 1903 ” . . . the air was like a clap of hands. . . .” “October 9, Eugene Pickering, 1874 “‘A man with as good… Continue reading Daily Henry James, continued, almost done
I didn’t realize I had underlined so much of this book, but I am kind of enjoying typing them down in here. Hope you are too, reading them I mean. I am keeping up with my Tolstoy, by the way, and am about halfway through the first volume of Ernest J. Simmon’s biography of him;… Continue reading Daily Henry James, continued
To continue with the passages I underlined: “May 5, Robert Louis Stevenson, 1887 “It has become the fashion to be effective at the expense of the sitter, to make some little point, or inflict some little dig, with a heated party air, rather than to catch a talent in the facet, follow its lines and… Continue reading Daily Henry James, Part III
For instance, today’s entry, for February 6, is from James’s novel, Roderick Hudson: “The whole matter of genius is a mystery. It bloweth where it listeth and we know nothing of its mechanism. If it gets out of order we can’t mend it; if it breaks down altogether we can’t set it going again. We must… Continue reading The Daily Henry James: A Year of Quotes From the Work of the Master