. . . . Could this actually be a week in which decent people can have some joy? The retreat from Kherson, inflation seeming to have hit peak, our midterms giving us the "Something not turning as out as bad as it could necer felt so good."
Somehow, the three feel related, along with the outcomes of both Colombia's and Brasil's presidential elections. Even so, I'm probably centering, wrongly, the US here?
OTOH, covid infections are increasing like mad here. Glad I did the late autumn hair stylist visit early. Also we are going back to NO next week. Back in time for Thanksgiving with some friends -- who had covid, but are over it But we won't have the usual second Thanksgiving we usually have with other friends, as they both have covid presently. Pax is doing its job, but as one is so run down from years of caregiving and job, and the other is still recovering from emergency brain surgery, it's not so easy.
Another amiga has been subjected to round after round of chemo since June/July. She and I have email discussions about the books and television likes we have in common. The latest was around learning we both had liked The Peabody Sisters: Three Women Who Ignited American Romanticism (2005) by Megan Marshall, is another of those biographies that work beautifully for me as well. I've read it, in fact, three times.
Sophia Hawthorne was one of the sisters. She spent her life in Boston being sick, unable to walk or do housework. The only treatment that worked for what ailed her was spending the winter in Cuba on a hacienda. The further her ship got from the Boston, the better she felt, until, by the time she reached Cuba, she was quite, quite well. She adored spending her mornings a-gallop on spirited horses of her host, across the river valley fields. Then, returning to Boston, the closer her ship got to US shores, and the closer to Boston, the more unwell she became.
Reading this in the biography back then, sent me looking for Sophia's journals, and I found some material that el V was able to use in his Cuba And Its Music. Sophia Hawthorne was as racist and non-condemning of slavery as she could be, without coming right out and saying she believed slavery was a positive institution, but she was observant, so there were bits that were of use. Her remarks on the enslaved form part of the unlovely picture of our nation's history of Black hatred.
I want to blame her husband, since Sophia's sisters were quite concerned with slavery and abolition. Nat. Hawthorne, though, was quite a piece of work. All his life he was in bromance with Franklin Pierce, and, even, quite possibly, his lover. Hawthorne wrote Pierce's presidential campaign political bio for excellent pay, received sinecure government posting from Pierce, was with him on his deathbed -- he asked for him, not Sophia -- was totally in the slaveocracy's pockets. Hawthorne was vocally anti-abolitionist, and decisively told people discussions of slavery were boring and a waste of time, and he didn't care about slavery one way or the other. Quite out-of-step with fellow Concordians. Though Sophia's Cuban trips began before she knew Hawthorne, of course, so it was more like-to-like than caused by Hawthorne. My, this book, and the experience of it, like everything before 2016 and covid feels far, far away in time.
Coincidence: as I finished Sister Novelists, another biography of sisters appears --a new book about the Grimkés: The Grimkes: The Legacy of Slavery In An American Family, by Kerri Greenidge. It seems to be a study intended to debunk their reputations as anti-slaverites -- the review I read suggests they profited immensely from slavery.
So, this morning, receiving the news the library had The Grimkés available, I dashed off to the library to pick it up, because it wasn't raining much, despite we being in Tropical Storm Nicola predicted wind and rain. I knew it was Veterans Day, but didn't stop to think this is a holiday and the libraries are closed. Duh. I'm smart that way. Though I was wearing the rain-snow-storm boots I got last week, so I'm not so dumb that way! Had on rain coat and carried umbrella too. Which was good because the storm hit hard as I was returning home, due to the fog and heavy cloudfs, dark came even earlier than the roll back of EDST makes it. We're currently in fog, as well as dark, since the temps are fairly warm -- in the 60's. Well stocked with what we need, and even what we want, we are happily cozy and comfortable. How lucky can we get?
The week was quite lively, while we ignored the pre-election and pre-results backbenching with all our hearts. El V did another Postmambo Zoom last night, this time with live guest and his film, from Lome, in Togo, Africa. He also went out to several music gigs, and we taught two classes.
Hope the internet stays on -- it's gone out twice now in less than 24 hours. If no problems I plan to watch more Crown, season 5, 2022. This is the season to turn the mythologies of Di and Charlie inside out. The first two eps dull and dreary. The actor doing Di is lacking in all that made cameras and screens bewitched by her. We see her being acidly mocking and mean, o so not quite subtly (due to the bile and acid of bulimia?). It got interesting in the 3rd episode which was generally only about the Al-Fayed family and the man who was the Duke of Windsor’s valet until death – Fayed sr. hires Black Barbadian, Sydney Johnson, whom the Duke had taught everything that makes an English gentleman. According to the show, Johnson was the one who advised Al-Fayed to buy palace estate, Villa Windsor, decaying on the outskirts of Paris – and Harrods Department Store, then finally buy some position in a most prestigious equine something or other so he can sit next to, and, finally, meet and speak with the Queen. Queenie’s not about to allow this unworthy vulgarian colonial his reward. She and her Equerry send Diana instead. The Princess insults him, and they get along famously. Di and Elizabeth are equally nasty in this sequence. Later, at E’s court, the members eagerly check with each other as which possessions in the Villa belong to Them/the Crown/ -- and they go over the lists with the same avid attention any grocer would go over his delivery lists and invoices. The Court looks small and grasping, petty and avaricious. And, always, deadly dull.
The other character is Charles (now Kingwingy Charles III). Played as he is by Dominic West – as Charlie then as now lacks all charisma, electricity and interest, whilst West can’t help splattering it everywhere just standing around -- this doesn’t work. Can you imagine The Wire's Jimmy McNulty having a temper tantrum over a ... pen? No, we cannot, but Charlie did. Immediately on being king, even not yet crowned.
If Charlie was in the least like West’s presentation, none of the messes would have happened in the first place.
So, history's revisionism continues apace, even revisionism of what we've 'always known' because we were there. Ha!
No comments:
Post a Comment