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The Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch

Well, I wanted to relax and unwind from the tension of a long work week so I decided to watch a dvd my dad sent me for my birthday a couple of months ago-- Baruka.

Not a good choice for a person perpetually staving off an existential crisis. Gee thanks dad.

After the flick I had to get away from my thoughts so I went to a used bookstore and found a few things:

-The Collective Family: A Handbook for Russian Parents
I'm not Russian, or a parent but I am fascinated with Russian history, particularly Soviet histroy. This book was published in 1937, 20 yrs. after the Bolshevik Revolution, and approaching a time when young school children were encouraged to nark on their parents for "counter-revolutionary" activity such as praying, owning icons, or basically saying anything that questioned the wisdom of the Soviet leaders. Read 1984 by George Orwell for a picture of life taken straight out of Soviet Russia.

--One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I already have a copy of this but I picked up another one to give to some unsuspecting bibliophile in the future. I haven't even read the copy I have. I read a short story by this author in a lit class a couple of semesters ago and was compellingly attracted to his magical realism. Which is odd because I usually don't go for anything "magical."

--The Sea-Wolf by Jack London
Jack London is one of my dad's favorite writers, mostly for The Call of the Wild but I picked this one up because a monk friend of mine told me this is one of his favorite books. I tend to love "men at sea" stories for some reason.

--The American Transcendentalists: Their Prose and Poetry.
I guess I'm somewhat intrigued by Transcendentalism even though I absolutely detest the "godfather" of Transcendentalism, Emerson, that pompous son-of-a $%#@*!

--The Freedom Writers Diary: How a Teacher and 150 Teens Used Writing to Change the World Around Them. I love to hear stories about amazing teachers who are literally able to be a catalyst for change in the lives of students.



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Jul. 24th, 2004 07:09 am (UTC)
Yes, that was the story!
Jul. 23rd, 2004 09:07 pm (UTC)
I just had to cut in here and lavish some more praise upon One Hundred Years of Solitude, as it's one of my very favorites.
Jul. 23rd, 2004 09:11 pm (UTC)
i went to the Met last spring and saw some of hieronymous bosch's for the first time. it was crazy stuff.
Jul. 24th, 2004 07:20 am (UTC)
That must have been quite an experience.

I saw a book at the bookstore called The Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch by Henry Miller. It's about him growing up in Big Sur. I didn't get it though because I don't care for Henry Miller's work. But Bosch is another story.
Jul. 23rd, 2004 11:05 pm (UTC)
Off the subject...
This has nothing to do with your entry but I found out some things we had wanted to know about Prince:
His name is Prince Roger Nelson and he's 45.
OH! And Stevie Nicks cried at his concert too, so THERE!! :P
Jul. 24th, 2004 07:02 am (UTC)
Re: Off the subject...
I have the show we saw on audio file.
Jul. 24th, 2004 04:00 am (UTC)
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I have the same copy I read in college several years ago. Interesting book and for a while was one of my favorites, but Italo Calvino is better.
Jul. 24th, 2004 08:00 am (UTC)
I've never heard of Italo Calvino. What kind of stuff does he write? What is your favorite book by him?
Jul. 25th, 2004 05:48 am (UTC)
He writes novels. They're different in form but no inaccessible. Try If On a Winter's Night A Traveler. That's the one that got me into his work.
Jul. 24th, 2004 05:01 am (UTC)
How in the hell did "Baraka" bring on existential angst? I was so fascinated by the Balinese Monkey Chant that I needed research its origin. I was sure that it was some deep, primitive religious practice or some sort on inner-village ritualistic battle but according to the article I read the people of Bali started doing it back in the nineteen thirties for the tourists trade. How disappointing.
Now I recall why you may have reacted so badly to the film; the images of the oil wells burning during Daddy Bush's Iraq war in 92, sorry! But you got to love the Japanese snow monkey sitting in the hot spring.
Jul. 24th, 2004 07:06 am (UTC)
I loved that snow monkey!

Do you remember the part where an asian-looking person with white make-up on his or her face and a milkly film over his or her eyes starts screaming? That kind-of freaked me out.

Jul. 24th, 2004 11:05 am (UTC)
Me too. I loved the Zen gardens tho and the one shot where the camera looks at the back of the head of the guy sitting zazen and the shot dissolves and becomes the hole in the rocks through which the viewer sees the sea washing in.
Jul. 24th, 2004 11:21 am (UTC)
oh, and then there's those baby chicks on the conveyer belt...there's some existential angst for ya right there...
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