Dolce far niente
Na de storm door Aleksej Savrasov, ca. 1870
Stille nach dem Sturm
Ach, den Zauber dieser Stille
Nach des Ungewitters Graus,
Dieses Friedens Segensfülle –
Keine Lippe spricht sie aus!
Jugendfrische reine Lüfte
Hauchen überm See heran,
Und es füllt ein süß Gedüfte
Rebenhald’ und Wiesenplan.
Nur am Weg die jungen Blüten,
Die der Sturm vom Baume riß,
Mahnen an des Wetters Wüten
In der nächt’gen Finsternis.
Ach, sie blühten wohl vergebens,
Da kein Sommer mehr sie reift.
Aber wenn der Sturm des Lebens
In die vollen Zweige greift,
Und der Seele nach der schwülen
Leidenschaft der Friede kehrt,
Ist, genesen sich zu fühlen,
Nicht ein Blütenopfer wert?
Paul Heyse (15 maart 1830 – 2 april 1914)
Berlijn. Markt am Leipziger Platz door Paul Andorff, eind 19e eeuw
Paul Heyse werd in Berlijn geboren
Doorgaan met het lezen van “Paul Heyse, Arthur Japin, Gregoire Delacourt, Anne Provoost, Yves Petry, Aldous Huxley, Nicholas Evans, Chairil Anwar”
De Ierse toneelschrijver, socialist en theatercriticus George Bernard Shaw werd geboren in Dublin op 26 juli 1856. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 juli 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor George Bernard Shaw op dit blog.
“AS will be seen later on, Pygmalion needs, not a preface, but a sequel, which I have supplied in its due place.
The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it. They spell it so abominably that no man can teach himself what it sounds like. It is impossible for an Englishman to open his mouth without making some other Englishman hate or despise him. German and Spanish are accessible to foreigners: English is not accessible even to Englishmen. The reformer England needs today is an energetic phonetic enthusiast: that is why I have made such a one the hero of a popular play. There have been heroes of that kind crying in the wilderness for many years past. When I became interested in the subject towards the end of the eighteen-seventies, Melville Bell was dead; but Alexander J. Ellis was still a living patriarch, with an impressive head always covered by a velvet skull cap, for which he would apologize to public meetings in a very courtly manner. He and Tito Pagliardini, another phonetic veteran, were men whom it was impossible to dislike. Henry Sweet, then a young man, lacked their sweetness of character: he was about as conciliatory to conventional mortals as Ibsen or Samuel Butler. His great ability as a phonetician (he was, I think, the best of them all at his job) would have entitled him to high official recognition, and perhaps enabled him to popularize his subject, but for his Satanic contempt for all academic dignitaries and persons in general who thought more of Greek than of phonetics. Once, in the days when the Imperial Institute rose in South Kensington, and Joseph Chamberlain was booming the Empire, I induced the editor of a leading monthly review to commission an article from Sweet on the imperial importance of his subject. When it arrived, it contained nothing but a savagely derisive attack on a professor of language and literature whose chair Sweet regarded as proper to a phonetic expert only. »
George Bernard Shaw (26 juli 1856 – 2 november 1950)
Scene uit een opvoering in New York, 2004
Doorgaan met het lezen van “George Bernard Shaw, Claude Esteban, Antonio Machado, Anré Maurois, Paul Gallico, Hans Bergel”
Onafhankelijk van geboortedata
De Amerikaanse schrijfster Hanya Yanagihara werd geboren in 1975 in Los Angeles. Na haar afstuderen aan het meisjescollege Smith College in 1995 verhuisde Yanagihara verhuisde naar New York en werkte zij enkele jaren als publiciste. In 2007 begon zij te schrijven voor de Condé Nast Traveler, waar ze redacteur werd voordat zij in 2015 wegging om adjunct-hoofdredacteur van het tijdschrift T: The New York Times Style Magazine te worden. Haar eerste roman “The People in the Trees” was gebaseerd op het werkelijk gebeurde verhaal van viroloog Daniel Carleton Gajdusek en werd geprezen als een van de beste romans van 2013. Yanagihara’s “A Little Life” werd gepubliceerd in maart 2015 en kreeg hoofdzakelijk weer gunstige beoordelingen, eigenlijk tegen de verwachtingen de redacteur, de agent en Yanagihara zelf in. Een opmerkelijke uitzondering was Daniel Mendelsohn voor de New York Review of Books, die wel veel kritiek had. In september 2015 werd het boek genomineerd voor de 2015 Man Booker Prize voor fictie.
Uit:A Little Life
“The eleventh apartment had only one closet, but it did have a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony, from which he could see a man sitting across the way, outdoors in only a T-shirt and shorts even though it was October, smoking. Willem held up a hand in greeting to him, but the man didn’t wave back.
In the bedroom, Jude was accordioning the closet door, opening and shutting it, when Willem came in. “There’s only one closet,” he said.
“That’s okay,” Willem said. “I have nothing to put in it anyway.”
“Neither do I.” They smiled at each other. The agent from the building wandered in after them. “We’ll take it,” Jude told her.
But back at the agent’s office, they were told they couldn’t rent the apartment after all. “Why not?” Jude asked her.
“You don’t make enough to cover six months’ rent, and you don’t have anything in savings,” said the agent, suddenly terse. She had checked their credit and their bank accounts and had at last realized that there was something amiss about two men in their twenties who were not a couple and yet were trying to rent a one-bedroom apartment on a dull (but still expensive) stretch of Twenty-fifth Street. “Do you have anyone who can sign on as your guarantor? A boss? Parents?”
“Our parents are dead,” said Willem, swiftly.
The agent sighed. “Then I suggest you lower your expectations. No one who manages a well-run building is going to rent to candidates with your financial profile.” And then she stood, with an air of finality, and looked pointedly at the door.
When they told JB and Malcolm this, however, they made it into a comedy: the apartment floor became tattooed with mouse droppings, the man across the way had almost exposed himself, the agent was upset because she had been flirting with Willem and he hadn’t reciprocated.
“Who wants to live on Twenty-fifth and Second anyway,” asked JB. They were at Pho Viet Huong in Chinatown, where they met twice a month for dinner. Pho Viet Huong wasn’t very good–the pho was curiously sugary, the lime juice was soapy, and at least one of them got sick after every meal–but they kept coming, both out of habit and necessity. »
Hanya Yanagihara (Los Angeles, 1975)