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The ghosts that never heard that final shot
I finally bought myself a copy of Rachel Mann's Fierce Imaginings: The Great War, Ritual, Memory and God (2017) off the internet because it had gotten on my radar several years ago and while I used to keep an eye out for it in used book stores, at this point I have officially not been inside a used book store for more than two years and can't imagine when I next will be. I figured at worst it would be well-written—I discovered the author first as a poet—and I would give it to someone with an actual affinity for Anglicanism. It arrived this afternoon. I must stress that I opened it at random, to check the quality of the interior pages. On facing pages, as my first introduction to the text and themes of the book:
"A Month in the Country models, most of all, how the deep trauma of war cannot be made commensurate with 'ordinary' life, but can be reckoned with – in some measure – through relationship."
"Sayers' famous hero Lord Peter Wimsey offers particular insight into the cultural significance of woundedness and damaged masculinity in the post-war era."
I consider this purchase a success already, and also I feel a little attacked.
(It's a signed copy! The seller listing said nothing about an autograph. It also looks like someone slightly spilled coffee on the back pages, but that sort of thing I expect from a used book listed in good condition. I bought the cheapest one that hadn't come from a library because our finances are hilarious. I had a rough morning, and this book already helps.)
"A Month in the Country models, most of all, how the deep trauma of war cannot be made commensurate with 'ordinary' life, but can be reckoned with – in some measure – through relationship."
"Sayers' famous hero Lord Peter Wimsey offers particular insight into the cultural significance of woundedness and damaged masculinity in the post-war era."
I consider this purchase a success already, and also I feel a little attacked.
(It's a signed copy! The seller listing said nothing about an autograph. It also looks like someone slightly spilled coffee on the back pages, but that sort of thing I expect from a used book listed in good condition. I bought the cheapest one that hadn't come from a library because our finances are hilarious. I had a rough morning, and this book already helps.)
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It made my afternoon.
And it sounds like a fascinating book—I hope the rest of it continues to be a success.
It looks great! I am saving it as a reward for when I have done a sufficient amount of capitalism for the day.
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I mean, it looked relevant to my interests or I wouldn't have bought it, but this was just laser-guided.
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Luis Yglesias, my college professor of blessed memory, called it "living metaphorically," when this kind of patterning began to emerge in a life. It was always a good sign. I hope so here.
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"the routine of the unspeakable" from At The Meyerhold Theatre by Sonya Taaffe
!!! XD
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Oh, my God!
I look forward to your fic! It's an honor to be a prompt! What on earth?
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I will do my best to report back! (The criticism on A Month in the Country and Wimsey is good.)
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Nine
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Thank you.
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I know the building well. Apart from anything else, I was ordained there...
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You would have been an excellent resident poet.
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"What would you have loved to do in your role as Lucius Malfoy, but weren’t allowed to? KiraKK
Win the day? Get the respect of Voldemort? Not be such a dick?"
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No! Thank you.
"Win the day? Get the respect of Voldemort? Not be such a dick?"
Hee.
"It's a manifestation of my psychological weakness and, amazingly, I've managed to get paid for it."