The Sensual Fantasies of Thomas Burnett Swann

Back in 1987, I read Thomas Bur­nett Swan­n’s Day of the Mino­taur, and enjoyed it, but did not fol­low through with any more of his books until recent weeks. Now, read­ing four more of his nov­els gives me a bet­ter appre­ci­a­tion of this odd fan­ta­sy writer, who descends more from the Pre-Raphaelites, Lord Dun­sany, and James Branch Cabell than the more usu­al fan­ta­sist’s pat­ri­mo­ny of Tolkien and Howard. Read more »

The Builders and the Butchers: Salvation is a Deep Dark Well

Accord­ing to their web­site, each mem­ber of The Builders and the Butch­ers is orig­i­nal­ly from Anchor­age, Alas­ka and migrat­ed sep­a­rate­ly to Port­land, Ore­gon to start a career in music. Port­land, nowa­days, is what Seat­tle was in the 1980’s: a con­sis­tent gen­er­a­tor of good new music.  Read more »

19281. (Walter Scott) Waverley, or ‘Tis Sixty Years Hence

When Wal­ter Scott pub­lished the first of his nov­els, Waver­ley, in 1814, he was already well-known as a poet. The book was so spec­tac­u­lar­ly suc­cess­ful that it launched him on a career as a nov­el­ist known in every cor­ner of the world. His influ­ence in 19th Cen­tu­ry Cana­da, for instance, was such that nobody with pre­ten­tion to edu­ca­tion was with­out a set of “Waver­ley nov­els”. When I worked on var­i­ous Ontario farms, I often saw them in Vic­to­ri­an-era farm­hous­es. I found a com­plete set in a barn, for which I nego­ti­at­ed pay­ment in hay bal­ing. That set (gor­geous­ly bound) is long gone, but now I have anoth­er, acquired in a small Ontario town. Many of the scenes and char­ac­ters of Scot­t’s nov­els are pre­served in Toron­to street names. Any­one famil­iar with Cana­di­an his­to­ry knows that in the 19th Cen­tu­ry, its lit­er­ary icons were, in descend­ing order of impor­tance: the Bible, Rob­by Burns*, Shake­speare, Scott, and Dick­ens. Read more »

Tuesday, November 2, 2010 — The Secret History of Democracy: Publication Dates

My long-time friend and col­league, Steve Muhlberg­er and I both have chap­ters in an upcom­ing book which may inter­est read­ers of this blog. The book is The Secret His­to­ry of Democ­ra­cy, edit­ed by Ben­jamin Isakhan and Steven Stock­well, and pub­lished by Pal­grave Macmil­lan. Read more »

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First-time listening for October, 2010

22568. (Giuseppe Ver­di) Aïda [selec­tions; d. Per­lea; Milanov, Bar­bi­eri, Bjo­er­ling]
22569. (Bad­ly Drawn Boy) Born in the U.K.
22570. (Stel­la May­hew) Stel­la May­hew: Pri­vate Com­pi­la­tion [8 items] Read more »

READING – OCTOBER 2010

19235. (James Boswell) Boswell’s Lon­don Jour­nal, 1762–1763 [ed. F. A. Pot­tle]
19236. (Eric Lin­klater) White-Maa’s Saga
19237. [2] (Charles Dar­win) The Ori­gin of Species by Means of Nat­ur­al Selec­tion
19238. (Steve King­stone) How Pres­i­dent Lula Changed Brazil [arti­cle]
19239. (Isaac White) Review of Scott Pil­grim vs. the World [film review]
19240. (Thomas Bur­nett Swann) The Minikins of Yam
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Wear a Black Armband for Toronto

The cit­i­zens of Toron­to have just elect­ed a drool­ing moron as may­or. Toron­to is now a joke.

Sunday, October 3, 2010 — Some London Things

I spent my last day in the U.K., after tak­ing care of some busi­ness mat­ters, wih my friends Skye and Natasha, Cana­di­ans liv­ing in London.

Skye took me to vis­it Bur­rough Mar­ket, near Lon­don Bridge. Housed in a con­fus­ing­ly laid out Vic­to­ri­an struc­ture, and milling with peo­ple, the mar­ket is a delight­ful chaos. There has been a mar­ket on the site, or at least near­by, for two thou­sand years. Bur­rough Mar­ket com­bines retail and whole­sale func­tions, and there’s a cer­tain amount of grime. This and the con­stant shout­ing of hawk­ers con­trasts with the anti­sep­tic qui­et that per­vades St. Lawrence Mar­ket in Toron­to. We had some fine Per­sian pastries.

Bur­rough Market

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Thursday, October 1, 2010 ― Some Fine Conversations

While in Caith­ness and Orkney, I had some delight­ful con­ver­sa­tions. Many were with Orca­di­ans I met briefly, but did not exchange names with. An Orkney bus dri­ver, in par­tic­u­lar, gave me a fine word pic­ture of what it’s like to be a south­ern­er relo­cat­ed in Orkney. “My chil­dren are Orca­di­ans,” he said, after some reflec­tions on the ambiva­lent sta­tus of new­com­ers in a very tra­di­tion­al place. Like many new­com­ers, he had fled the fast pace and com­plex­i­ties of the south to find a safe and qui­et place to raise kids. Sev­er­al farm­ers answered my agri­cul­tur­al ques­tions terse­ly, but intel­li­gent­ly. Read more »