Oh yeah, reading Wednesdays. Those are a thing.
Finished since last update:The Year's at the Spring
ed. L. d'O. Walters, an anthology from 1920 that skirts around the main thrust of early Modernism as we see it today, in favor of continuing the trends of the Georgian poets. That there's an introduction by Harold Monro, whose career essentially involved trying to mediate between the Georgians and Modernists, is telling. The results are interesting, regardless. Worth a spin, especially if you don't mind bonus tasty Art Nouveau illustrations by Harry Clarke.
"Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall-Street" by Herman Melville, which is a nice example of how masterful a writer he was. And a nice example of early corporate rebellion in literature.Draco Minimus: The World of the Little Dragons
art by Patricia McCracken, words by Michael Sinatra, which is really an art book of Japanese-style paintings (though some are modeled after prints) of tiny cricket- and butterfly-dragons blending into flowers and trees. While the mythological apparatus built up to support this was amusing, the art is lovely and entirely the point.
Ongoing:The Library of the World's Best Literature
ed. by Warner et al., which gave me another "— the heck?" moment: How the hell would you know, O anonymous introduction writer, that Edwin Arnold's The Light of Asia
"expresses the very spirit of the East"? And all
the east? in an introduction to the life of the Buddha, written primarily from one source, versified and potted for the consumption of intellectual Protestants? painting his religion as one of pure personal enlightenment without any ritual and cultural aspects? Srsly? If that is all you know of "the east," then yes, it does express own spirit entirely, but your tautology is showing.
On the other hand, the essay on Matthew Arnold
nails why I like only a little of his poetry, and his essays not much at all.
And on the third hand, I am at a loss to explain why I have not before encountered Byron's "The Dream
" before. Apparently it is not anthologized much anymore? It reads like the ur-text of an entire genre of fantasies, and probably could be prosified and expanded into a pretty good fantasy story.
---L. Subject quote from "The Dream," George Gordon, Lord Byron.