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Archive for April, 2009

April 16th, 2009 • Posted in AUDIO Reviewers

Audio Interview with Pittsburgh Post Gazette Books Editor Bob Hoover, by Nigel Beale


Pittsburgh Post Gazette Books Editor Bob Hoover has written about books with the paper for more than 20 years. We talk here, at a noisy diner


in the shadow of the Heinz ketchup factory, about the role of a books editor, Pittsburgh's lively literary arts scene, blogs, the 800-900 review copies Bob receives each month, and keeping readers current about everything book related. We also talk about Bob's connection with authors David McCullough and Michael Chabon, and his disconnect with Philip Roth and Paul Theroux; about Ernest Hemingway's Cuban home, and the reviewing genius of John Updike.

Please listen here:

Copyright © 2009 by Nigel Beale. www.nigelbeale.com

April 16th, 2009 • Posted in On Poetry

Poetry Appreciation and Eating Babies

Did the Capetown charity bookstore rounds the day before yesterday. Picked up way too many books.

Luggage weight limited to 46 Kilos…hmmm. May have to leave my shoes here.

This from P. Gurrey’s The Appreciation of Poetry (third from the bottom):

"So in true (my italics) art the emotions are not only stirred, they are also brought into artistic relation with the other elements of the experience by the power of the poet’s words. The emotions are held to the experience and worked into its unity because they go to intensify the thought and imagination, and thus vitalize those activities (1). This centring on the experience and combining with the other elements means that emotion in any experience which is expressed significantly enough is directed to an adequate and fully expressed end; in the process, therefore, of this artistic experiencing it is employed creatively."

1. Note also that ‘it is not the "greatness", the intensity, of the emotions, the components, but the intensity of the artistic process, the pressure, so to speak, under which the fusion takes place, that counts.’ T. S. Eliot, Trandition and the Individual Talent.

If there is to be a hierarchy of evaluative criteria, I’d place emotional engagement, subjective though it may be, ahead of form, diction or syntax. Sure structural integrity, the words, and tension are important, but if there is no motivation to want to stay with them, the poem fails.

Just like they make babies cute so you wont eat them…

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April 15th, 2009 • Posted in Authors and Books

And speaking of J.M. Coetzee…

This vessel spotted at Hout Bay, half an hour’s drive outside of Cape Town.

 
April 15th, 2009 • Posted in On Art

Art, Meaning and Money

 Image from here.

Watched a Channel 4 documentary called The Mona Lisa Curse recently, hosted by art critic Robert Hughes. Here are the notes:
 
Well crafted – starts and finishes with scenes of the great 1966 flood in Florence that threatened to drown a rich history of priceless artwork. Hughes travels there to help with rescue operations. In so doing he realizes he must devote his life to writing about art.
 
Apart from drugs, art represents the largest – $18 Billion – unregulated market in the world. The best art is the best business.
 
The Mona Lisa toured the United States, and the Met, in 1962. It is an emblematic event for Hughes – where swarms of passive art embibers participate in an orgy of consumption which starts the tearing apart of an art world he loved.
 
A particularly powerful sequence in this film sees artist Robert Rausenberg  confronting art dealer Robert Scull at the conclusion of an auction at which the latter makes millions off the sale of works by the former,  purchased for a pittance. Rausenberg makes nothing.  Because of these leeches, prices have gone ‘astronomical’. Museums all over the world now have difficulty purchasing important work.
 
Another great scene has Hughes visiting Alberto Mugrabi, a noted Andy Warhol collector – his family owns some 800 market-cornering pieces – to ask him why he collects. After admitting investment interests, Mugrabi mumbles something about Warhol’s brilliant contribution to artistic and intellectual freedom. Hughes interjects: ‘I knew him. Andy was one of the stupidest people I’ve met in my life – had nothing to say. His work is dull and repetitive.’ And then he leaves.
 
The cultural artifact of the past 50 years is, according to Hughes, the domination of money in the art market, far more striking than any painting or sculpture. It is drowning arts’ relationship to the world, and its sense of purpose.
 
With grim, down-turned mouth, Hughes explains that art should make us feel more clearly and intelligently; make coherent, sensations we otherwise would not have had. The market culture is killing this. Death is found in Hughes’ face: bright curious and energized back when he first became art critic for Time magazine in 1970, worn, jaded, sad, as we see it today.  
April 14th, 2009 • Posted in Authors and Books

James Bond originally drove a Bentley…and used a lady’s Gun

 

 I flew KLM to get from Amsterdam to Cape Town and was pleased to find that in addition to offering a fairly wide selection of movies to watch, the seat back theatres also offered TV programs and documentaries, including one on Ian Fleming. Here are the notes:

James Bond: a combination of sex, sadism and snobbery. Zestful, energetic and charming. Ninety percent autobiographical. Fleming was a Scot who was rich and well schooled, who enjoyed danger, fast women, and fast cars. During the war he traveled extensively, working at the heart of British naval intelligence for an Admiral Godried ( “M”), who was at once grumpy and very fond of Fleming, valuing him as much as anything, for his imaginative skills, his ability to develop scenarios designed to capture submarines and break codes.
 
James Bond is apparently modeled after one Patrick Dazel Joeb whose rogue exploits during the war, swashbuckling disregard for authority and athletic prowess all must have appealed to Fleming, who, for the most part, was chained to a desk on the premise that he knew too much and was therefore too important a security risk to allow out and about, and possibly captured by the enemy. Bond did what Fleming would have loved to have done.  He also bleeds. He’s flawed, and cruel, in part, possibly, due to the pain Fleming experienced when a love interest – Muriel Wright – was killed during the war.
 
The novels start with Bond carrying a smallish body gun and driving a Bentley. Reader response fixed this, and Fleming quickly put Bond into the faster, more famous Astin Martin, and gave him a more manly gun. The man who briefed him on the gun specifics apparently went on to enjoy quite a career conducting seminars on Bond weaponry. Fleming even names him in one of the novels.
 
The books were an immediate hit, largely because they represented escape – guns, gadgets, gorgeous girls, and the consumption of sumptuous, intricately described, meals – readers, many of whom still went hungry in post-war Britain, ate it up. The writing is also believable and accurate – news events are cited. Reference, for example is made to the famous war-time diving hero Commander Lionel ‘Buster’ Crabb. Goldfinger is named after a real architect whose Hampstead buildings Fleming didn’t like.
 
Despite being dubbed ‘the books of an old rake’ or perhaps because of it, James Bond  remains as popular as ever – funnily enough, particularly so here in South Africa, where I seem to find shelves of early editions in every second-hand bookstore I enter. 

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April 13th, 2009 • Posted in On Politics

South African Election: Zuma’s Revenge

An election is currently underway in South Africa. Jacob Zuma is President of the ANC. People here vote the party. The ANC will by all accounts win the contest. Failing a political tsunami, Zuma will become President of the country on April 22. He has not had an easy ride of late. Acquitted of rape charges last year – probably a set up - Zuma, during testimony, admitted to having had unprotected sex with the woman who accused him – the daughter of a family friend – despite knowing she carried HIV. The press suggested at the time that Zuma believed a post coital shower was enough to cleanse and protect him from the virus. Zuma has denied this ignorance. But the story has stuck. Whenever popular cartoonist Zapiro (Jonathan Shapiro) sketches his likeness, Zuma’s pate is faithfully anointed with a shower head

Regardless of this folly, one must at minimum question Zuma’s judgment, and pity his four or five wives who, one assumes, must continue to perform their marital duties.
 
Just as troubling is the fact that Zuma’s financial advisor Schabir Shaik, was convicted of fraud and jailed with a 15 year sentence last year on charges stemming from an arms deal consumated with France’s Thompson CSF. The country’s National Prosecuting Authority (NPA) subsequently charged Zuma with two counts of corruption in 2006, upping it to include racketeering and tax evasion in 2007. Within the past several months Shaik has been released on medical grounds – apparently he is terminally ill –  (or is it that he threatened to sing if Zuma didn’t do something?) and just this week, the NPA dropped charges against Zuma because, they say, the process has been tainted by recently produced evidence of possible political interference (read former President and ANC rival Tabo Mbecki who may have been behind the NPA’s bringing charges in first place). How this exonerates Zuma I don’t know. The case apparently remains strong against him. One theory is that if the NPA were to proceed as originally intended, South Africa would be investigating former and future Presidents for corruption and meddling, and this wouldn’t look good in the eyes of the world community.
 
The farce is, that if this bullshit stands, rule of law falls. If it falls, so falls democracy, the future well being of the country, and the dream that Nelson Mandela so marvelously brought to reality back in the early 1990s. Is this what so many struggled for? What a great sadness if Mandela’s legacy is betrayed and ends here; if no honest, young champions emerge to fight for and bring to fruition early promise. If South Africa turns into another Zimbabwe.
 
Not that multi-national companies haven’t always bribed government officials to land big ticket public sector contracts, or that sex scandals aren’t part of everyday western political life. Look at the smoke around Berlusconi, Mitterrand and Chirac, the governors of Illinois and New York, Bill Clinton, Mark Thatcher, Brian Mulroney even.
 
It just seems more disappointing here in South Africa, where the new democracy showed such promise. Where now everyone knows what’s going on – the papers are full of it – and nobody seems capable of exacting justice. Perhaps it’s true: we get the governments we deserve.
 
Andre Brink’s recently published memoir A Fork in the Road dwells, toward its end, on this topic. I plan to attend a reading he is giving at The Book Lounge in Capetown tomorrow evening.

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April 13th, 2009 • Posted in Nigel Beale Photos

Mountain Faces

One of the peaks towering over Capetown is called Lion’s Head. Damned if I know why. Looks much more like the profile of a Gorilla if you ask me (complete with eyelashes)…

with a baboon on the opposite side…

Since this revelation have been seeing animal profiles on every mountain face…

This one reminds me of the Kipling Just So Story and how the elephant got his trunk.

And then of course there’s this

April 13th, 2009 • Posted in Nigel Beale Photos

A Delectable Poetic Repast

After interviewing Jenny Hobbs who runs the Franschoek Literary Festival (stay tuned for the audio): lunch at Cape Chamonix Wine Farm. The care and pride with which our hostess

recited the menu made it sound like erotic poetry. Foreplay it was. To this

and this

 

this

and this

consumed with this

consumated in these surroundings

April 13th, 2009 • Posted in Nigel Beale Photos

Beauty atop Signal Hill

Trees atop the mountains which surround Capetown are most strikingly beautiful.

April 12th, 2009 • Posted in Authors and Books

The Effrontery

Ran into this crude little dude in South Africa’s Kruger National Park.

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