Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Before being corrected, the TABLET in 2012 said Trilling, Levin, Edel, Parker, and Kazin had been exceedingly old before dying

M.H. Abrams, 2009.(Dale R. Corson)
M.H. Abrams, the distinguished literary critic, died April 22, at age 102. This appraisal of the man and his work by Tablet’s Adam Kirsch originally appeared on July 11, 2012, on the occasion of M.H. Abrams’ 100th birthday. 
When Henry James paid a visit to his native country in 1905, after decades living in Europe, he was struck with a kind of pious horror by the spectacle he found on the Lower East Side of New York City. As a novelist, James was bothered most of all by his fear of what these “swarming” Jews would mean for the future of the English language in America. Visiting Yiddish caf├ęs, he saw them “as torture-rooms of the living idiom; the piteous gasp of which at the portent of lacerations to come could reach me in any drop of the surrounding Accent of the Future.” To James, the English language and English literature were the inalienable possession of the Anglo-Saxon race—a common feeling that persisted long after James wrote. As late as the 1930s, while Jews made up more than their share of Ivy League students—and would have been even more overrepresented if not for quotas—they were still virtually absent from the English faculty.
Then, almost overnight, everything changed. Starting in the postwar years, anti-Semitism became intellectually unrespectable, thanks to its association with Nazism and the Holocaust, while the flood of new students entering the universities under the G.I. Bill meant that there was an urgent need for new faculty. Jewish professors, critics, and scholars were newly acceptable—Lionel Trilling studied Arnold at Columbia, and Harry Levin studied Joyce at Harvard. Leon Edel wrote the biography of Henry James, and Hershel Parker wrote the biography of Melville. Alfred Kazin recovered the history of the American novel in On Native Grounds, a title whose defiant claim could not be missed.

Beautiful, warm day. Crowds thinning by 10:30 a.m.

Seal coat looked better yesterday

Saturday, September 23, 2017

I wanted to thank Jerry H. Maxwell for writing THE PERFECT LION about a McGehee cousin, John Pelham

This happens far too often. I check him out to thank him and find this:

Jerry passed away on October 29, 2011.  He was a wonderful, loving husband, father, grandfather and friend; an inspiring and passionate historian and teacher.  He will be greatly missed and remembered by all who were touched by him.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Does anyone remember Cousin Stark Young and his SO RED THE ROSE?

He writes his real family names into SO RED THE ROSE. He and his McGehee uncles go right back to Thomas Mackgehee 1663-1724, as I do. I have McGehee stories aplenty for GLIMPSES, but I have to pick out a passage to go in 1934, when SO RED THE ROSE was published. It's always a pleasure to see a cousin succeed and live a long life.

Little errors that take long to straighten out

Phony Wheat from the Real Deal
Finally got rid of the Wheat-Powers line. The Sally Wheat wife went with the Jacob Nabors who died around 1825 in Laurens Co. SC and the Judith [ ] wife goes with the Jacob Nabors (my guy) who died in 1817 in nearby Greenville County. Children and Grandchildren are being re-sorted. May they be content where they are placed. Now, that Laurens man was a wealthy guy . . . .

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Goal for the Day--Straighten out the Nabors--Separating Chaff from Chaff.

Abraham? Benjamin? Jacob?--the worst of it is that I can't separate the wheat from the chaff because some of the chaff, I think, consists of Wheats. Sally Wheat, I don't think you are in my bunch. Goal for today . . . .

10:30 Morro Rock--Perfect Day. Steady cool wind from the Pacific

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Just watched again Joss Whedon's wonderful MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Has anyone praised this man and this production enough?
And why has he not done MEASURE FOR MEASURE?
I am retired and can play. I sent off the last corrections to Norton on the NCE3 of MOBY-DICK earlier.
Joss Whedon, do you Sunday afternoons of readings then do another noir play. If you don't do it no one will, no one else can.