Oct. 24th, 2009

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A Conceited Mistake, V. Popa

Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it

It couldn't bear
To see itself to hear of itself

It invented all manner of things
Just to prove
that it didn't really exist

It invented space
To put its proofs in
And time to keep its proofs
And the world to see its proofs

All it invented
Was not so silly
Nor so small
But was of course mistaken

Could it have been otherwise


from Nothing and Not Much, Calvino

Slow as I am, only later would I come to appreciate that once again she was right. The only contact we could have with the void was through this little the void had produced as quintessence of its own emptiness; the only image we had of the void was our own poor universe. All the void we would ever know was there, in the relativity of what is, for even the void had been no more than a relative void, a void secretly shot through with veins and temptations to be something, given that in a moment of crisis at its own nothingness it had been able to give rise to the universe.

Today, after time has churned its way through billions of minutes, billions of years, and the universe is unrecognizable from what it was in those first instants, since space suddenly became transparent so that the galaxies wrap the night in their blazing spirals, and along the orbits of the solar systems millions of worlds bring forth their Himalayas and their oceans according to the cosmic seasons, and the continents throng with masses whether jubilant or suffering or slaughtering each other, turn and turn about with meticulous obstinacy, and empires rise and fall in their marble, porphyry and concrete capitals, and the markets overflow with quartered cattle and frozen peas and displays of brocade and tulle and nylon, and transistors and computers and every kind of gadget pulsate, and everybody in every galaxy is busy observing and measuring everything, from the infinitely small to the infinitely large, there's a secret that only Nugkta and I know: that everything space and time contains is no more than that little that was generated from nothingness, the little that is and that might very well not be, or be even smaller, even more meagre and perishable. And if we prefer not to speak of it, whether for good or for ill, it is because the only thing we could say is this: poor, frail universe, born of nothing, all we are and do resembles you.
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Trying to finish reading fifty books this year, since I noticed in recent years I've been averaging an appalling twenty, twenty-five. The conditions of my existence haven't actually changed, so this has meant (lamely) sticking to very short books. I count about 40 so far:


Novels: Explosion in a Cathedral, Suttree, Blood Meridian, Norwegian Wood, Notes from Underground, Watcher/Smog/Argentine Ant, Miss Lonelyhearts, Rasselas, L'ingenu

Story collections: This Is Not a Story, Universal History of Infamy, Ficciones, The Aleph (US), Dr Brodie's Report, Book of Sand, Extraordinary Tales, Invisible Cities, Cosmicomics, t zero, Mr Palomar

Poetry collections: The Maker, In Praise of Darkness, Gold of the Tigers

Plays: The Cherry Orchard, An Oresteia, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, Lysistrata, The Misanthrope, The Cid/The Liar

Non-fiction: Letters Concerning the English Nation, Phaedrus, Gorgias, Evaristo Carriego, Book of Imaginary Beings, Borges on Writing, Seven Nights, This Craft of Verse, Other Inquisitions, Borges' Selected Non-Fictions, River Out of Eden, The Greatest Show on Earth


As I age I turn a bit, I guess inevitably, toward rereading and toward non-fiction, both once aversions of mine.

Can't beat Borges and Calvino for sheer number of great, short volumes. Read a lot else by them, too, scattered across their collections. In fact--books I didn't read through but remember reading some significant amount of/around in (mostly in the last few months, since before that I blank):


Novels: Pamela (grueling 60pp so far), Persian Letters (c. 60), Rameau's Nephew (30), Gravity's Rainbow (150 in blue one), Inherent Vice (50), All the Pretty Horses (50), Moby-Dick (30)

Story collections: Selected Stories of Kafka (several, tr. Michael Hofmann), Kafka's Parables (I think all), Cronopios and Famas (almost half), Numbers in the Dark (several), Difficult Loves (a couple), Marcovaldo (several), Selected Stories of Voltaire (several, tr. Frame), The Complete Cosmicomics (all but one of the eleven new ones), Difficult Loves (2 or 3), and everything in Labyrinths, the Borges Reader, and A Personal Anthology not included elsewhere

Poetry collections: Bishop's Collected Poems (most), Palm at the End of the Mind (some, incl. the 3 long late ones), Preambles (most), Borges' Selected Poems (both versions, many), Another Republic (maybe 1/2), Merwin's Purgatorio (to Canto 7 I think), Merwin's Translations '48-'68 (maybe half), Frost's Collected (some), Dickinson's Collected (some unknown number as always), most of Seidel's first volume (don't know what to make of him)

Plays: Hamlet (most, back and forth in it to teach), Glass Menagerie (same)

Non-fiction: Walden (around incessantly for Masters, still probably missed over half), The Maine Woods (around but much less so), Fuller's Summer on the Lakes (skim-read), Conversations with Joyce (same), Crowley's In Other Words (several essays), The Selfish Gene (several chapters), The Enlightenment (overview and anthology, most of it), American Transcendentalists (anthology, many pieces), Philosophical Dictionary (bunch of entries), The Social Contract (20 pages), Conversations with Borges (much), 8 Conversations with Borges (same), 24 Conversations with Borges (same), The Uses of Literature (several essays), A Hermit in Paris (skim-read), Hume's Human Nature Enquiry (several chapters), Aristotle's Rhetoric (skim-read), Emerson (several essays & also around), Hazlitt (same), Thoreau's essays (same), Kafka's Diaries (as always)


As usual I don't count literary criticism or theory. That isn't reading. Except Bloom, but I don't keep track with him.

Recommendations for final ten welcome. Well, final several--I'm going to have to read Hamlet and Glass Menagerie in order to grade fairly, and several class texts look exciting enough to not skim, or central enough to not avoid writing on: Caleb Williams, Paine's Crisis, Jefferson's Autobiography, Bartram's Travels.

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