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My grandmother passed away this morning. We had a great time visiting Friday and Saturday, telling her all about our trip CA (us), school (Eli), and FL (mom & dad). She was among the last of a dying breed...the product of finishing school and Columbia...she was simply elegant. I recall her using a swear once in my life, and that to scold a table full of men (dad, Dr. Weaver, Granddaddy and Uncle Milton) who were discussing *very* disgusting things (she said, as I recall, "Damn it, I will not have this language at the dinner table").
When I was very young, she tried to get me to call her "Grandma Reenie". I promptly shorted it to Greenie and that is what she was for the rest of our lives. She, and my grandfather, lived a quite remarkable life. I offer one quick story, as I think it sums things up nicely. They went to Mobile, AL 1938-1943...this young Irish immigrant and his new bride from NYC...to be the principal (Granddaddy) and a teacher (Greenie) at Lincoln School. Granddaddy was the last white principle of this famous black school that produced a remarkable number of leaders. Coretta Scott King would write Greenie, many years later, that her later college work "never taught me anything you didn't teach me at Lincoln School" (Greenie taught public speaking/drama classes). [The photo, to the left, shows the 25th reunion of the class of 1943, Granddaddy is at the left, standing directly behind Coretta and Greenie at the far right with the purse.)
Greenie called me Go Bragh...as in Ian Go Bragh (nee Erin Go Bragh). I'll miss a lot of things about my grandmother. I'll especially miss Go Bragh.
My mother crafted a lovely obit. I offer it here for friends and family:
Irene Marie Sommer Gamble
Tenants Harbor – Irene Marie Sommer Gamble, 94, widow of Wilfred Gamble, died at Quarry Hill after a long illness.
Born on May 20, 1915, she was the daughter of John Sommer and Marie Haantz Sommer of North Bergen, New Jersey.She was educated at Hoboken Academy, Centenary College for Women in Hackettstown NJ, and New College at Columbia University in New York, where she received a Masters Degree in education, speech and dramatics.
She met her husband, Wilfred Gamble, at Columbia when he tried out for a play she was casting.After their marriage in 1939, she joined him as a teacher at the school where he was principal, the Lincoln School in Marion, Alabama.This was a private school for black children, with a biracial faculty, run by the Congregational Board of Home Missions.She maintained close contact with both staff members and students throughout her life.
Upon Wilfred’s discharge from the U.S. Navy in 1945, the Gambles moved to Southbury, Connecticut, where they were involved in town, church, and school activities for over thirty-five years.Irene taught fifth grade for many years in nearby Woodbury.Towards the end of her career she became speech therapist for the Woodbury school system.
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My grandmother passed away today (more on this in another post), 12 years and one day following my grandfather. We have spent the day going through her photos, letters and the bits of ephemera that swirl around you after 94 years. It has been, pleasingly, great fun...reveling in her life (and that of my grandfather's) rather than mourning. Best of all, we found some things that she more or less hid to protect us.
For example, my grandfather was born and raised in Belfast, Ireland and had a quick and rollicking wit (among his many talents). Certain people, however, brought out his wicked streak and he their one. One such lifelong miscreant was Tommy Panzera. The two of them fed of each other's antic personalities and the results are the stuff of family myth and legend. We found a letter that Tommy wrote the Granddaddy in 1938. Greenie had hidden it in a dark, back corner as it is full of wildly dirty limericks. Quoting in part [N.B. seriously dirty words, etc. following...you are warned]:
Whereupon I explained that my best pal is a goddam Irishman and therefore there is no foolin' around. He retaliated or reiterated (I forget which) and gave me the following:
There was a young Chinese named Rhoda
Who kept an immoral Pagoda;
Festooned on the walls
Of the halls were the balls
And the tools of the fools who bestrode her.
Meantime his pal was thinking hard and having thunk sprang this one upon us (the dirty slob):
There was a young man of Bombay
Who modeled a cunt out of clay;
But the heat of his prick
Turned the clay into brick
And wore all his foreskin away.
Followed almost immediately by the young man from Thermopylae,
Who found he couldn't pee properly
He said, "Pax vobiscum
Why the hell won't my piss come?
My semen must have a Monopoly."
In my life, I heard my grandmother swear *once* that I can remember (she said, "Damn it" when scolding "the men" at a dinner). She and Granddaddy were so wonderful together. It has been great fun to laugh as much as we have today...
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If you have not seen this, or do not remember it, take the time to watch it again. Frank Zappa defending the First Amendment, specifically rock lyrics, against the narrow minds of Lofton, Braden and Novak. 1986 to 2009...one step forward, three back.
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Judith Krugpassed away April 11th, 2009. A librarian and a powerful voice for library's "right to choose", she was the Director of the American Library Association's Office for Intellectual Freedom since it was founded in 1967. She also started Banned Books Week in 1982, promoting the right to read, write and shelve stories and books without the interference of various censors.
"She was a force of nature, fiercely determined to make sure that censorship wouldn't triumph in the library or the larger world," said Deborah Caldwell-Stone, deputy director of the Office for Intellectual Freedom."
True to her convictions, she was a strong opponent of content blocking on library internet connections ("Blocking material leads to censorship. ... [E]very time I hear someone say, I want to protect the children, I want to pull my hair out.").
She also created quite a stir (particularly by librarian standards) when, shortly after the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks, she criticized the Delray Beach Florida librarian who reported to the police the library use of one of the attackers...contrary to a Florida law that guarantees confidentiality to library patrons. Said Krug, "I would have felt better if she had followed the Florida law. I suspect most people faced with the same situation would have done what she did."
She was a great standard bearer and I regret I never got to meet her. I hope whoever picks up her reins will have the same vim and vigor.
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Philip Jose Farmer (1/26/1918-2/25/2009) passed away in his sleep this morning.
As posted on his website, [h]e will be missed greatly by his wife Bette, his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, friends and countless fans around the world.
He won his first Hugo Award in 1953 and his last in 1972 ["To Your Shattered Bodies Go"]. In the first few years of 2000, he one the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award [lifetime achievement, awarded at the Nebula Awards Ceremony], the World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement and the Forry Award for Lifetime Achievement.
He will be missed by many...
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The AP is reporting that Updike's publisher, Alfred A. Knopf has issued a statement that he passed away earlier today (Tuesday) after a long battle with cancer. At this point, pretty much everyone else is just repeating the AP blurb. In a hour or so, NYT, et al will polish up the obits they have had more or less finished for the last 6 months and there will be much to read.
Over his life he won nearly every literary prize, including not one but two Pulitzers (Rabbit is Rich and Rabbit at Rest). He also won a pair of National Book Awards. Great writer. Great loss. Always annoying to lose a great when there are so many terrible hacks who couldn't be healthier. I'll have to add a book or two to my reading pile...
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Comic fantasy children's author describes being given the opportunity to continue Douglas Adams's legendary series as 'like suddenly being offered the superpower of your choice'
Adams had planned a sixth book (noting the somewhat dour nature of Mostly Harmless), and it is unclear what, if anything, Adams left toward this project. I have enjoyed Ciofer's writing...though he is not Adams...it will be interesting to see what emerges from this project.
Following up my prior missive, I should mention that I was to meet Adams and spend a weekend with him in 2001, weeks before his wildly untimely death at 49. He was and remains one of my most favorite writers...and humans...and I have never recovered from this "miss". I don't expect to do so...
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Whereas i doubt what will emerge will be more than a shadow of DNA. The by product will be reissues and renewed interest in the original works. So unless the homage is truly awful, it's all good.
I am hopeful. His writing, thus far, is fun and tight...but clearly lacks DA's Joycian love language and his sense of the absurd. On the other hand, he *is* Irish, so there is hope. We shall see.
I really tried to avoid posting on the passing of David Foster Wallace. I have read nearly everything he ever wrote...much more than once (the bad habit of rereading one I've never been able to quit). I spent a summer, some time ago, (re)reading Infinite Jest, Finnegans Wake, The Wasp Factory and A Void (Perec's, La Disparition as translated by Gilbert Adair, keeping the original's avoidance of the letter "e") (I was in a masochistic mood). I am fond of complex, convoluted and challenging text. It is not always rewarding...and it is often quite painful...but there is always a chance of running across *greatness*. I do not think it is possible to find *greatness* in the easy to consume.
DFW never held back from playing with his craft. There was greatness and there was crap...and one person's greatness was often another's crap and vise versa (as is often the case, The Independant declared Bank's first novel, Wasp Factory as one of the 100 great novels of the 20th century, the Economist declared the same work "Rubbish"). I just finished rereading Girl with Curious Hair (a collection of short stories, first published in 1990). I first read it...well...about 18 years ago and again around 1996 when it was reprinted. It was interesting how different my sense of the collection is now vs. my "memory" of it.
There has been much written of him since his passing, and I include a few notated links that I think are interesting...and one counterpoint:
Howling Fantods - cornerstone DFW fan site, extremely detailed listing of related articles; McSweeney- "Timothy McSweeney is devastated and lost" - remembrances by McSweeney writers, etc. (including Dave Eggers); Harper's Magazine - is providing every articleDFW wrote for them as downloadable .pdfs (if you read nothing else, read Shipping Out); SFGate - Mark Morford offers a personal and *very* praising recollection; and as a counterpoint...because it is useful, sometimes, for perspective - Hackwriters.com - agree with it or not, David Schneider's review/critique of Girl With Curious Hair (and Post-modernism) is a good read.
I hate when a great mind goes away...more so where, as here, its passing is tied so closely to that subtle line between insanity and genius. The loss here is greatest for what might have been written...what we have lost by his passing, comforted only in that we will never know what we have lost. There are so many writers who could never write another word and I, personally, would not care one whit [e.g. (and while acknowledging that the following is completely inappropriate) does the world really need another novel by Nicholas Sparks?]. Though I had not read him recently until his passing, I really can't find the construct to voice my sense of loss. I think I will just go reread some essays and short fiction and be annoyed.
Speaking of rereading, tragic writers and...well...broken minds; I am rereading a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's short fiction and had just (re)started Call of Cthulhu when I heard of DFW's passing. Its opening appears to be a fitting close:
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
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This following is making the rounds on various bookish listserv groups:
It is with great sadness that we must tell you Tasha Tudor, 92, passed away in her Vermont home on June 18, 2008 surrounded by family and friends. We thank you for supporting Tasha Tudor's lifestyle and artwork during her long career. We hope that Tasha's message of 'taking joy' in all that one does will be remembered as we pass through this difficult time together.
-The Tudor Family
The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy. Take Joy. Fra Giovanni
A wonderful illustrator, writer and generally lovely human. I know what I will be reading the boys later this afternoon. [This and the image lead to the Tasha Tudor website.]
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Boy am I glad it’s Friday. This week was launch week in the OUP-US offices and while I love hearing about all the books we are publishing in the next season, being away from my computer all day means I have to catch up at night. So I am off to Florida tonight for some rest and relaxation! Here are some links to help you get to 5 o’clock.
Scrabulous is in danger. What will I do with my free time?
I’ve been taking a creative writing class and we have to emulate the voice in this poem for our next assignment. Isn’t is fantastic? I wish I had written it. (more…)
had a great time visiting Friday and Saturday, telling her all about our trip CA (us), school (Eli), and FL (mom & dad). She was among the last of a dying breed...the product of finishing school and Columbia...she was simply elegant. I recall her using a swear once in my life, and that to scold a table full of men (dad, Dr. Weaver, Granddaddy and Uncle Milton) who were discussing *very* disgusting things (she said, as I recall, "Damn it, I will not have this language at the dinner table").
"En Afrique, quand un vieillard meurt, c’est une bibliothèque qui brûle."--Amadou Hampâté Bâ
Our condolences.