"Object Lessons" (39)
"This was not ordinary nature loving. I was not really a nature lover anyway. I resisted walks in Hyde Park whenever I could, and I was restless when we went out at school, paired off in the dreaded "crocodile", to pick up polished chestnuts or gather acorns. This was different. Not a season but a place. Not an observant affection but a thwarted possessiveness: a rare and virulent homesickness."
"A Walker in the City" (7, 12)
"Everything seems so small here now, old, mashed-in, more rundown even than I remember it, but with a heartbreaking familiarity at each door that makes me wonder if I can take in anything new, so strongly do I feel in Brownsville that I am walking in my sleep."
"So that when poor Jews left, even Negroes, as we said, found it easy to settle on the margins of Brownsville, and with the coming of spring, bands of Gypsies, who would rent empty stores, hang their rugs around them like a desert tent, and bring a dusty and faintly sinister air of carnival into our neighborhood."
Monday, November 10, 2008
Eavan Boland Transitioning to Alfred Kazin
"There is a duality to place. There is the place which existed before you and will continue after you have gone...Both of them prove to me there is the place that happened and the place that happens to you. That there are moments in work, in perception, in experience when it's hard to distangle them from each other. And that, at such times, the inward adventure can become so emeshed with the outward continuum that we live, not in one of the other, but at the intersection"
(Boland 154-155).
Boland writes of a duality between places that expresses the difference between the actual, external place or environment, and the place as a means of transformation, or the way a place can have an effect on you. This, of course, reminds me of my Pathway class "Betwixt and Between." Boland believes that a person actually exists at the point of intersection between the outward and inward forms of place. Obviously, this is a liminal passage in her autobiography and a particularly deep and multi-faceted point. This point also relates to the title of her text Object Lessons, which tells the reader that the writer has learned something abstract from something tangible and concrete. The "objects" can literally be external environments that are observed and taken in with the senses, and the "lessons" refer to the inward adventures, or the effects a place can have on an individual.
Kazin expresses a different type of duality in terms of place in his autobiograhy A Walker in the City.
"The old drugstore on our corner has been replaced by a second-hand furniture store; the old candy store has been replaced by a second-hand furniture store...It looks as if our old life has been turned out into the street, suddenly reminds me of the nude shamed look furniture on the street always had those terrible first winters of the depression..."
(Kazin 78).
Here, there is a place that Kazin remembers living in and the place that exists now as he observes it many years later. His memory passes judgment on the place, which still has the ability to bring him back to how he felt during the days of the depression. This type of duality exists for any person who has moved away from a place and chosen to return to that place for a visit one day. It's always intriguing to see how much a place can change over the course of the years population-wise, technologically, visually, etc., etc. I remember Meridian as a farm town with a population of about 5,000 people. There were literally no chain restaurants in the town, one elementary school, and a lot of open space with multitudes of trees. Now, Meridian is a prosperous industrial center in Idaho and thriving suburb of Boise. It's nothing like how I remember. Yet, there is still an old gas station near my house that has not changed in the least. Its branding is still identical to how it was ten years ago and it still sells the same delicious frozen yogurt. That is the string that I hold on to to relive the past when I visit Meridian, similar to how the furniture on the streets reminds Kazin of his childhood and adolescence during the Depression.
(Boland 154-155).
Boland writes of a duality between places that expresses the difference between the actual, external place or environment, and the place as a means of transformation, or the way a place can have an effect on you. This, of course, reminds me of my Pathway class "Betwixt and Between." Boland believes that a person actually exists at the point of intersection between the outward and inward forms of place. Obviously, this is a liminal passage in her autobiography and a particularly deep and multi-faceted point. This point also relates to the title of her text Object Lessons, which tells the reader that the writer has learned something abstract from something tangible and concrete. The "objects" can literally be external environments that are observed and taken in with the senses, and the "lessons" refer to the inward adventures, or the effects a place can have on an individual.
Kazin expresses a different type of duality in terms of place in his autobiograhy A Walker in the City.
"The old drugstore on our corner has been replaced by a second-hand furniture store; the old candy store has been replaced by a second-hand furniture store...It looks as if our old life has been turned out into the street, suddenly reminds me of the nude shamed look furniture on the street always had those terrible first winters of the depression..."
(Kazin 78).
Here, there is a place that Kazin remembers living in and the place that exists now as he observes it many years later. His memory passes judgment on the place, which still has the ability to bring him back to how he felt during the days of the depression. This type of duality exists for any person who has moved away from a place and chosen to return to that place for a visit one day. It's always intriguing to see how much a place can change over the course of the years population-wise, technologically, visually, etc., etc. I remember Meridian as a farm town with a population of about 5,000 people. There were literally no chain restaurants in the town, one elementary school, and a lot of open space with multitudes of trees. Now, Meridian is a prosperous industrial center in Idaho and thriving suburb of Boise. It's nothing like how I remember. Yet, there is still an old gas station near my house that has not changed in the least. Its branding is still identical to how it was ten years ago and it still sells the same delicious frozen yogurt. That is the string that I hold on to to relive the past when I visit Meridian, similar to how the furniture on the streets reminds Kazin of his childhood and adolescence during the Depression.
Eavan Boland and the importance of the written word
"I had no words for it, no way of structuring perception and no one to structure it for me. Yet I was beginning to understand that the marks on the page were a fraction of an inch high but reached a hundred miles deep into a country's past; it's fears, superstitions, and memories." - Pg. 92-93
This short passage from Eavan Boland's Object Lessons points to the importance of, necessity of, words as history. This is an important concept to understand in any literature course, it seems to me, and particularly in an autobiography course because words become both public and private history, political and personal record keeping, much as we saw in Edwidge Danticat's work. Words can easily be considered insignificant, for they are only "a fraction of an inch high," but the meanings they hold, the ideas that live inside the printed letters and spaces, are vitally important in remembering, recording, proving, telling.
This short passage from Eavan Boland's Object Lessons points to the importance of, necessity of, words as history. This is an important concept to understand in any literature course, it seems to me, and particularly in an autobiography course because words become both public and private history, political and personal record keeping, much as we saw in Edwidge Danticat's work. Words can easily be considered insignificant, for they are only "a fraction of an inch high," but the meanings they hold, the ideas that live inside the printed letters and spaces, are vitally important in remembering, recording, proving, telling.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The Classmates
Colby-Sawyer College Hosts Geoffrey Douglas for Reading from 'The Classmates: Privilege, Chaos, and the End of an Era'
NEW LONDON, N.H., 10-28-2008 — Colby-Sawyer College will host author Geoffrey Douglas, who will read from his new memoir, The Classmates: Privilege, Chaos, and the End of an Era, about his and his classmates' experiences during and after St. Paul's School, a prestigious private school in Concord, N.H.
The reading, part of the Humanities Department's Word by Word Series, will be held on Monday, Nov. 10, at 4 p.m. at the Archives of the Susan Colgate Cleveland Library/Learning Center. The event is free and open to the public.
A member of the St. Paul's School class of 1962, Douglas reconnected with fellow alumni through an e-mail group when their classmate, Senator John Kerry of Massachusetts, ran for the U.S. presidency in 2004. His renewed contact with classmates led Douglas to explore what had happened to other alumni following their graduation and coming of age in the tumultuous 1960s, which became the inspiration for the book.
Tim Clark, in a book review for Yankee Magazine, describes the memoir as three books: a memoir of his Douglas's years at St. Paul's, from which he was expelled in 1961; a travelogue of the turbulent decades that followed; and a portrait of his former classmates, including Senator Kerry. Douglas is a long-time contributing write at Yankee Magazine and currently teaches creative writing at the University of Massachusetts in Lowell.
Douglas's stories about his classmates--he follows the lives of six of them, including Kerry--all include what Clark describes as “the burden of expectations”: “Some of his classmates buckled under the load. Some, like Kerry, rose to the pinnacle of success -- yet even then, Kerry remained the outsider he had been at St. Paul's.” Clark concludes that Classmates “is a touching, troubling book that should be read by every commencement speaker before dropping the leaden mantle of expectations on another graduating class.”
NEW LONDON, N.H., 10-28-2008 — Colby-Sawyer College will host author Geoffrey Douglas, who will read from his new memoir, The Classmates: Privilege, Chaos, and the End of an Era, about his and his classmates' experiences during and after St. Paul's School, a prestigious private school in Concord, N.H.
The reading, part of the Humanities Department's Word by Word Series, will be held on Monday, Nov. 10, at 4 p.m. at the Archives of the Susan Colgate Cleveland Library/Learning Center. The event is free and open to the public.
A member of the St. Paul's School class of 1962, Douglas reconnected with fellow alumni through an e-mail group when their classmate, Senator John Kerry of Massachusetts, ran for the U.S. presidency in 2004. His renewed contact with classmates led Douglas to explore what had happened to other alumni following their graduation and coming of age in the tumultuous 1960s, which became the inspiration for the book.
Tim Clark, in a book review for Yankee Magazine, describes the memoir as three books: a memoir of his Douglas's years at St. Paul's, from which he was expelled in 1961; a travelogue of the turbulent decades that followed; and a portrait of his former classmates, including Senator Kerry. Douglas is a long-time contributing write at Yankee Magazine and currently teaches creative writing at the University of Massachusetts in Lowell.
Douglas's stories about his classmates--he follows the lives of six of them, including Kerry--all include what Clark describes as “the burden of expectations”: “Some of his classmates buckled under the load. Some, like Kerry, rose to the pinnacle of success -- yet even then, Kerry remained the outsider he had been at St. Paul's.” Clark concludes that Classmates “is a touching, troubling book that should be read by every commencement speaker before dropping the leaden mantle of expectations on another graduating class.”
ANOTHER WRITER/AUTOBIOGRAPHER!
Geoffrey Douglas, author of The Classmates: Privilege, Chaos, and the End of an Era, will read from his memoir Monday afternoon from 4 - 5:00 in the Archives in the Library and will attend our class on Tuesday. There is an excerpt of his memoir outside my office for you to persue, read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
The conversation in class today with Rev. Dr. Katharine C. Black was eye opening for me, however it left me with two distinct things to think about...
First, how should one truly end an autobiography? If it is supposed to be the story of one's life, then when should someone write it? Should it be ended at a point to leave the reader thinking? Should it be ended at a point to leave the reader satisfied? I understand this is a bit rhetorical, however when Rev. Black was speaking about he "Hate Letters Narrative" she said that she may never get to finish it because the torture may never end. In my mind she should still publish what she has, however it wouldn't be a complete story without a conclusion.
Second, there was an inteserting conversation between Jackie, Ann Page, and Rev. Black about how being a well read individual makes it harder to write. Therefore, if one is to become a writer, would it be easier to write without being well read. Would one write better without being acquainted with Virginia Woolf, because to be honest, duplicating Woolf's brilliance is an adventure not worth pursuing, one would fall short. I guess the answer best came to me when Rev. Black said, "Other writers can't write my story." That is why we write for ourselves, because no one else, no matter how talented they are, can write what we have gone through. In my mind it can only benefit a writer to be well read, it will open their eyes to different styles. The only problem lies when the writer tries to "become" who they have read.
Ann Page, thank-you for bringing in Rev. Black. It was fascinating to see how much writing has changed the life of someone who is not a writer by trade. It goes to show that anyone can benefit from this form of art and that we are all better off being English Majors.
Feel free to respond because lord knows I might have completely missed the boat with this...
First, how should one truly end an autobiography? If it is supposed to be the story of one's life, then when should someone write it? Should it be ended at a point to leave the reader thinking? Should it be ended at a point to leave the reader satisfied? I understand this is a bit rhetorical, however when Rev. Black was speaking about he "Hate Letters Narrative" she said that she may never get to finish it because the torture may never end. In my mind she should still publish what she has, however it wouldn't be a complete story without a conclusion.
Second, there was an inteserting conversation between Jackie, Ann Page, and Rev. Black about how being a well read individual makes it harder to write. Therefore, if one is to become a writer, would it be easier to write without being well read. Would one write better without being acquainted with Virginia Woolf, because to be honest, duplicating Woolf's brilliance is an adventure not worth pursuing, one would fall short. I guess the answer best came to me when Rev. Black said, "Other writers can't write my story." That is why we write for ourselves, because no one else, no matter how talented they are, can write what we have gone through. In my mind it can only benefit a writer to be well read, it will open their eyes to different styles. The only problem lies when the writer tries to "become" who they have read.
Ann Page, thank-you for bringing in Rev. Black. It was fascinating to see how much writing has changed the life of someone who is not a writer by trade. It goes to show that anyone can benefit from this form of art and that we are all better off being English Majors.
Feel free to respond because lord knows I might have completely missed the boat with this...
Katharine C. Black
In Katharine Black's story, she references a divine spirit (or lack thereof) at the end of the chapter.
"Odd that the sanctuary light had blown out. It was always burning showing that there was consecrated host present. It was always burning. That would be nearly a first for the fastidious altar guild of the church."
Though this happens literally, I believe Black means it to be a symbolic absense of God when the character needs Him the most, as something bad is about to happen. How often do we feel like that - a need to give up our control to a higher power when we feel helpless or beyond repair? The light that's always burning is a comfort for many; it is a tangible representation of an intangible power.
"Odd that the sanctuary light had blown out. It was always burning showing that there was consecrated host present. It was always burning. That would be nearly a first for the fastidious altar guild of the church."
Though this happens literally, I believe Black means it to be a symbolic absense of God when the character needs Him the most, as something bad is about to happen. How often do we feel like that - a need to give up our control to a higher power when we feel helpless or beyond repair? The light that's always burning is a comfort for many; it is a tangible representation of an intangible power.
Katharine C. Black's "Dirty Secret"
"I thought that I should keep the letters as my dirty secret and not ever mention then. (It was several years before I told either my husband or any of my children about them.) I thought the letters would blow over. I thought they'd stop" (p. 6 of "The Beginning")
How difficult is it to keep secrets? Is secrecy a form of mental exile? What makes a person decide to keep something a secret? Do you think withholding information from a loved one is a form of deception or the right of a human being?
I wonder how hard it was for Katharine to not share this information with he husband or those who were the closest people to her heart. It seemed like she had a mental conversation with herself about letters, and she obviously spoke to her sponsor and the Bishop about the letters, but she really never got to vent her frustrations to anyone. Is that why she has chosen to share this memoir?
How difficult is it to keep secrets? Is secrecy a form of mental exile? What makes a person decide to keep something a secret? Do you think withholding information from a loved one is a form of deception or the right of a human being?
I wonder how hard it was for Katharine to not share this information with he husband or those who were the closest people to her heart. It seemed like she had a mental conversation with herself about letters, and she obviously spoke to her sponsor and the Bishop about the letters, but she really never got to vent her frustrations to anyone. Is that why she has chosen to share this memoir?
"The Box"- Katharine C. Black's Place for Memories
Rev. Dr. Katharine C. Black's first entry in our packet details reasons for saving things, more specifically saving information and items that will help a person plan and prepare for a big event. In Katharine's case, this event was her ordination (def: to officially be made a priest by a church). Katharine proposes that an individual obtain two boxes, one for documents and another for small pieces of notation on topics such as possible clothing, hymns, dates, invitation information, etc. that may relate to her ordination.
Katharine also proposes gathering ideas from other individuals' ordinations. She tells her readers that they should observe what people wear, how they answer their GOE (General Ordination Exam) questions, and what types of music might suit her future sermons.
So, as Katharine states, "What will you want to keep track of? What will you collect?" What types of "things" do you hang on to? Are there items that you have kept to help you prepare for a future event?
I really think that Katharine's proposal of keeping boxes is a reminder of Edwidge Danticat's uncle in Brother, I'm Dying. He was constantly taking note of events that occurred around him, even the most gruesome deaths and the trauma that he went through in Krome. Uncle Joseph was an avid notetaker and was clearly preparing to write his own memoirs. What types of items and notes do you think Danticat would have kept in her boxes? What about Eavan Boland?
Katharine also proposes gathering ideas from other individuals' ordinations. She tells her readers that they should observe what people wear, how they answer their GOE (General Ordination Exam) questions, and what types of music might suit her future sermons.
So, as Katharine states, "What will you want to keep track of? What will you collect?" What types of "things" do you hang on to? Are there items that you have kept to help you prepare for a future event?
I really think that Katharine's proposal of keeping boxes is a reminder of Edwidge Danticat's uncle in Brother, I'm Dying. He was constantly taking note of events that occurred around him, even the most gruesome deaths and the trauma that he went through in Krome. Uncle Joseph was an avid notetaker and was clearly preparing to write his own memoirs. What types of items and notes do you think Danticat would have kept in her boxes? What about Eavan Boland?
Descriptive words in Dr. Katharine C. Black
From the packet of works one certain aspect of Dr. Black's writing that stood out to me was her use of descriptive words or phrases. Some of the greatest examples are...
"I had the feeling at first og going out to my parked car and not finding it where I knew I have parked it and looking and looking in the same place." "Beginning"
"Grey, grizzled skies and leaking, soaking rain greeted her on this somber day..." Chapter 15 p.1
"Boats, patriotic colors promising Memorial Day eventually, summer reading books, rings for June weddings, and all the other sings of the season to come looked bright and cheerful." p.8
"I had the feeling at first og going out to my parked car and not finding it where I knew I have parked it and looking and looking in the same place." "Beginning"
"Grey, grizzled skies and leaking, soaking rain greeted her on this somber day..." Chapter 15 p.1
"Boats, patriotic colors promising Memorial Day eventually, summer reading books, rings for June weddings, and all the other sings of the season to come looked bright and cheerful." p.8
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Issues of Identity
"In my case that mute backward-reaching distance was my own childhood. It had been lived out of my country, away from the signals and clues by which a self, almost without knowing it, finds its way to adulthood." pg. 76
I liked this short passage because in it, Boland deals with the 'issue of her identity. I found it interesting that Boland felt a need to have a physical place to ground herself, to say "Yes, this is where I come from and it is what shaped me". I believe that a place shouldn't define one but rather we should learn from wherever we may find ourselves at any point in time. Identity in terms of nationality is not much of an issue in the States, but I think that we have a monopoly on that because we are 'the melting pot'. Are there other ways that we might try to categorize ourselves in terms of our identity?
I liked this short passage because in it, Boland deals with the 'issue of her identity. I found it interesting that Boland felt a need to have a physical place to ground herself, to say "Yes, this is where I come from and it is what shaped me". I believe that a place shouldn't define one but rather we should learn from wherever we may find ourselves at any point in time. Identity in terms of nationality is not much of an issue in the States, but I think that we have a monopoly on that because we are 'the melting pot'. Are there other ways that we might try to categorize ourselves in terms of our identity?
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