Sunday Painting and the Start of NYRB Classics Reading Week

   

My Sunday Painting feature is the perfect way to kick off my first contribution to NYRB Classics Reading Week hosted by Mrs. B and Coffeespoons.

One thing that is so brilliant about NYRB Classics is the wonderful cover images that make one stop and take second notice.When I first noticed NYRB Classics a year or two ago it was the cover art that caught my eye. I had never seen this imprint before and I might not have if not for the distinctive cover design. Something so wonderful, and comforting to the OCD in me, about the standard design template for these covers. (My plea now to NYRB is that they not alter their template…)

And lest some of you berate me for judging books by their covers, if it weren’t for those arresting covers I would never have picked up some really amazing books, some of which I will talk about later this week.

So, here are four great NYRB covers and the paintings from whence they came. NYRB also does some great photo images, but since this is Sunday Painting, I am limiting myself to that medium.

Lander’s Peak, Rocky Mountains, 1863
Albert Bierstadt (1830-1902)
Fogg Museum,  Harvard University

Hands (Man in the World), 1925-26
Pavel Filonov (1883-1941)
The Russian Museum, St Petersburg

High Steppers, 1938-9
Walter Richard Sickert (1860-1942)
National Galleries of Scotland

The Bend in the Road, 1902-1906
Paul Cezanne (1839-1906)
National Gallery of Art, Washington

What do you read when your mind won’t shut off?

     

Last night I had the hardest time getting to sleep. I was plenty sleepy and did doze off for a bit, but then I woke up and couldn’t clear my mind long enough to fall back to sleep. Even before I went to bed I knew that I was stressed out when I couldn’t figure out what to read. Sometimes I can get a bit restless and have trouble picking something to read. But this was different. I wasn’t restless so much with my current reads but almost annoyed. Don’t get me wrong I like everything I am reading right now. But all of it seemed too complicated for my mood. I needed something deeply comforting.
The last 150 pages of The Golden Notebook weren’t going to help.
Margaret Drabble’s memoir wasn’t going to help either. It is kind of a comfort book, but alas too cerebral to fit my anxious mind last night.
I am in the final third of The Dud Avacado by Elaine Dundy, but I am a little unsympathetic to the main character so I wasn’t going to find much comfort there.
I am in the first third of Miss Hargreaves, which I am really liking, but the madcap crazy of that tale is hardly the thing to calm one down.
I ended up picking up and starting something new: The Birth of a Grandfather by May Sarton. I find her journals to be so comforting, even though they sometimes deal with big issues like her ongoing depression. At first The Birth of a Grandfather was doing the trick. The opening paragraphs describing the beginning of a gloriously long summer spent in a family cabin on private New England island seemed to be just the right level of calm for me. But then on page 3 marital complications popped up. Alas, a comforting read to help clear the stress from my mind was not to be.
In the past E.F. Benson’s Mapp and Lucia books were a sure fire way to calm me down and make me forget my troubles. But I don’t own any of those.
So in the end I just stared up into the dark worrying about the million things on my mind.
What do you read when you need your mind to shut off?

NYRB Classics Reading Week is closing in fast, but still time to join us…

  
The NYRB Classics Reading Week hosted by A Literary Stew and Coffeespoons begins on November 7th and goes through the 13th.

Do you have one on your shelf that you haven’t read yet? Or maybe you have one you loved and haven’t blogged about it yet. Or maybe you have a NYRB wish list that you want to share with those who might be prone to give you a book. Whatever your interest it would be fun to have you reading along.

I took the picture below the same day I took the other one that so many of you liked. This one is fun because you can see some of the great cover art that NYRB uses.

              

Sunday Painting (+ our new Dog!): The Dog by Francisco de Goya

     
Since we picked up our brand new shelter dog today I had to make today’s Sunday Painting one with a little canine flair.

The Dog
Francisco de Goya
Museo del Prado

 And not to be outdone by Goya, here is our “new” dog. Her full name is Happy-Go-Lucy, but we call her Lucy for short.

 We got her at the Washington Animal Rescue League.

She was absolutely perfect in the car. She seems to be completely toilet trained. She told us when she wanted to go out. She walked very well on the leash. Gets along with kids and other dogs. We may have found the perfect dog for us.

Ready to see her new home.

Checking everything out.

She seems to love the library.

With her part Corgi ears, Lucy is ready for Halloween.

   

It Gets Better – A Watershed Moment

   

Gay me in high school. (With super supportive Jeanie.)

Having come out when I was in high school 25 years ago, it has been a long time since I have felt much emotional pain over being gay. As the tragedy of all of the recent suicides by gay teens came to light in the media I was angry and upset. But I was also surprised. Surprised that 25 years after my own struggle with isolation and fear–with all the positive baby steps and giant leaps for gay civil rights and gay visibility during that time–the darkness remains for the most vulnerable in our society.

It shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. With the very loud voices of hate often drowning out those who are supportive, it really should be no surprise that some LGBT youth feel just as isolated now as I did in 1985.

I hope every parent out there who has a feeling deep in their gut that their child is different–and trust me, most parents know before the really know–I hope those parents stop and think about what they may be conveying to their child. Do your words and attitude make them feel worse then they already do? Does your fear or embarrassment overwhelm you when you think about your own child being “one of them”? So much so that you forget about the fact that you love your child? To you I say “wake up!” Deal with your own issues and don’t make them your child’s issues. Do it before it is too late. Give your gay child a hug, don’t wait to cry over his dead body. My parents struggled just like I did, maybe for different reasons. But I always knew that they loved me. 
The parents of  the bullies have a responsibility as well. Saying “boys will be boys” isn’t good enough. You don’t care about the loser queer kids? You don’t need to. Think about yourself and your own kid. Do you want your bully of a child to go through his life knowing that he was responsible for someones death? Like it or not, the march for gay rights and inclusion is inexorable. There may be set backs, but I can guarantee that by the time your child is an adult he will be ashamed of his actions or be in the minority. So you too need to think about what you are conveying to your children.

Some have criticized the “It Gets Better” campaign for putting the responsibility onto the shoulders of the gay kid and leaving the bullies alone. Well we don’t have time for the bullies to change. We need to let gay youth know that their lives will get better if they are only around to see it unfold.

As I said, I got over my issues with being gay 25 years ago, but seeing all of these It Gets Better videos has not only reminded me of the pain and isolation I felt back then, but it has also been incredibly life affirming. The gay movement has been many things over the years. There were the brave, righteous days of post-Stonewall gay rights in the 1970s, and the brave, righteous fight against hate and apathy in the early days of AIDS in the 1980s. There has also been the mainstreaming of gay in every day life. From being out at work, to seeing gay faces in popular culture, to the rise of gay couples and their gaybies, to, what seemed like science fiction just 10 years ago, gay marriage.

Out of these terrible tragedies there is a real opportunity for gays and straights alike. Faced with the prospect of having blood on our hands, we all need to stand up do the right thing.  Do we stand silent on the side of darkness or do we choose to affirm the value of every child?

This is a watershed moment for straights to get off the fence and pick a side, but it is also a watershed moment for the LGBT community. Many of us have become so comfortable with our own status quo we have forgotten the struggle. And I know I personally have stayed clear of issues related to gay youth. So worried that I might be seen to be “recruiting”. The result was to leave it solely up to supportive straights to take on the responsibility of safeguarding gay kids. The plethora of It Gets Better videos has shown me that we in the LGBT community owe these kids more. We not only need to be advocates but we need to share our stories. And one thing these videos do so amazingly well, is show that we  are up to the challenge.

So many of these videos bring tears to my eyes, not just over the sad stories, but over the joys of making it through the struggle. Over the realization of the universality of what we have gone through. And this makes me proud. I think many of us in the gay community have shied away from those in the community who didn’t look like the rest of society. We have discounted diversity and been afraid of the oddballs. With these videos I feel the last vestiges of my own internal homophobia break apart and slip away. The oddballs, the fairies, the freaks are not to be feared. I am them and they are me. If they don’t deserve a place in society, why should I?

Maybe I am projecting my own feelings onto a mythic gay community. But I really feel like these videos show a LGBT community that is no longer afraid of itself. No longer worried about fitting in. No longer confined to the gay pride parade or a gay bar. Showing every gay kid the incredible array of possibilities is powerful. And I hope they all live to see what great things are in store for them.

So here is a selection of my favorite videos. There is something for everyone here. Clergy, opera stars, farmers, and a whole lot more.

And a link to the official It Gets Better website.

Fantasy Island: Barbara Pym on the Big Screen

    
When I am not reading, watching TV, or otherwise mentally occupied, I tend to fantasize about all kinds of arcane things. One fantasy that has been popping into my head lately is about seeing a Barbara Pym novel turned into a film. As far as I can tell it hasn’t happened yet.

I think my first choice would be to see Some Tame Gazelle brought to life, with Excellent Women coming in second.

The fantasy extends to who might play various characters.  In general I think the following actresses would make great Pym characters.

Fiona Shaw

Imelda Staunton
Fenella Woolgar

Sophie Thompson 

As I was hunting around for pictures of Sophie Thompson I found out that she is Emma Thompson’s sister! How could I not know that until now? Emma would make a good Pym character as well.

And why is Greg Wise (Mr. Emma Thompson) here? Do I need a reason?

What do you think he is reading?

  

Are you ready for NYRB Reading Week (two weeks from tomorrow)?

The fabulous Mrs. B over at The Literary Stew and new friend Honey at Coffeespoons are hosting a New York Review Books reading week November 7-13, 2010. And the best part is there are no rules.

If you haven’t checked out any of the generally fantastic books from the NYRB, now is the perfect time. Read one or two (or ten), write about them during the week of November 7th, and then see what others are up to. Signing up is no frills and easy over at The Literary Stew.  Join us!

Here is my stack. Now I just need to figure out which ones to read for NYRB Reading Week.

Sunday Painting: Visiting Annie and Atticus by Ingrid Groller Lane

  
I chose today’s Sunday Painting for three reasons:

1. It shows a cozy, book-filled room.

2. It is a local scene. You can see the Washington Monument in the distance out the window.

3. My blog friend Amanda at the Fig and Thistle is pregnant with a boy she has named Atticus. And something tells me that she would be pleased to see the name applied to a cat.

Visiting Annie and Atticus
Ingrid Groller Lane
Touchstone Gallery

I can’t find much of anything about Ingrid Groller Lane on the Google which I find very odd. She doesn’t appear to be represented anymore by Touchstone Gallery who produced this postcard. I can find a few references here and there to shows that included her in the past, and it looks like she may have been an arts writer for The Washington Post back in the early 1990s, but that is it. Where are you Ingrid?
  

Bits and Bobs

   
I feel like writing a post tonight but I know that I don’t have the mental stamina to do any one topic much justice. So I am going to do the blog equivalent of a flashback episode on [insert name of your favorite TV sitcom].

Cranfordilicious
This week on Masterpiece Theatre they aired Return to Cranford. When they showed the first Cranford series on PBS, I watched them all back-to-back one Saturday afternoon. On Wednesday night I ended up watching part of RTC, but decided to save the rest for sometime this weekend. Something didn’t feel right about watching it at night. There is something about this kind of show that I much prefer watching in the afternoon. Maybe because I think weekend afternoons are the coziest time of the week.

What I did see so far in RTC was delightful. All the wonderful actresses are back and in top form. I think the thing I like most about this adaptation is how wonderfully formal the language is. I haven’t read any of the books, so I don’t have that to compare it to, but the language seems so much more precise and over-the-top antiquated that it makes Jane Austen’s dialogue sound contemporary. Or is it just me?

More of Lessing
Before I embarked upon 1,358 pages of War and Peace, I was about 200 pages into Doris Lessing’s 628-page magnum opus The Golden Notebook. It had been so long since I last picked up the Lessing that I forgot that I was reading it and have finished four other books since W&P. The long gap in reading The Golden Notebook made it a little difficult to pick up again  But with just under 200 pages left, I find the book fascinating for so many reasons. I have been plastering the book with stickies so I remember all of the things I want to comment on when I get around to writing the review.

Sawdust Smorgasbord
You may remember the giant tree we had taken out of our front yard. Well, it left behind a giant stump that is too close to the house to be chipped out by a stump chipper. So I bought this product that is supposed to help speed the decomposition of the stump. But in order to use it, you are supposed to drill holes in the stump. I actually had a lot of fun drilling the holes, and was amazed at the different shades of sawdust produced by the stump of this now departed tulip poplar.

Making a Molehill out of Mahler
Gustav Mahler’s 8th Symphony is nicknamed the Symphony of a Thousand for good reason. While most performances don’t come near to having 1,000 performers, the fact that it calls for a very large orchestra, two large adult choruses, a children’s chorus, and 8 soloists means that there are usually a lot of folks practically falling off the stage.

The work is monumental to say the least and this review should be talking about the mountains of Mahler I heard this week. But alas, in this week’s performance of the work at the Kennedy Center by the Mariinsky Orchestra with Valery Gergiev conducting, there just weren’t enough singers on stage. With only about 120 adult singers on stage they could have used about 100 more. I am glad I went, but it was underwhelming to say the least. Check out this clip of the truly monumental forces gathered at the Proms this year who really gave the piece a work out. This is just the first part of the first part. If it is new to you, just imagine hearing it in person. Talk about a wall of sound.