Earlier tonight in Barnes and Noble, buying a birthday present for my father (Stephen Wilkes, Ellis Island: Ghosts of Freedom), I looked through the first few pages of Ron Hansen's The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. Somewhere there must be a historical figure in whom I took an interest strictly because of nonfiction, but right now I can't think of one. I had imprinted on William Daniels, so I picked up David McCullough; I read Suetonius because of Robert Graves.* Camille Desmoulins, Tanith Lee's The Gods Are Thirsty. Werner Heisenberg, Michael Frayne's Copenhagen. Whatever I know of their historical importance, even if I encountered them first in school, it's still the jolt of story that inspires research on my own time. I don't require that dramatic arc and historical record match up—Peter Shaffer, I'm looking at you.** Mary Renault's The Mask of Apollo may no longer represent an accurate knowledge of fourth-century Athenian theater, but it's still one of the first books I unpack. And every now and then, it goes the other way: I love Swinburne, so Elizabeth Hand won bonus points with me for Mortal Love. I don't know. It isn't that I don't run across enough odd historical figures in my daily life, many of them thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fleurdelis28. But when I read Cicero for the first time, I had rags of Steven Saylor in my head, and it's because of strange_selkie that I translated three songs by Hirsh Glik.
* And then because I had Derek Jacobi on my radar, I pulled a play called Breaking the Code off a shelf in the Book Rack and discovered more than the computational theories of Alan Turing. It's a self-perpetuating cycle.
** On the other hand, when Cecilia Bartoli released an album of arias by Salieri, did more musicologists buy it, or curious audience members? I can only hope his shade would have been amused.
Just as I copied this entry to post it, it struck me that there are historical figures whom I discovered as themselves and whom I keep an eye out for: actors, writers, usw. So is that another form of discovery through art? Or would I need to have seen Love is the Devil before I bought a print by Francis Bacon in order to count it as the same phenomenon?
fleurdelis28. But when I read Cicero for the first time, I had rags of Steven Saylor in my head, and it's because of strange_selkie that I translated three songs by Hirsh Glik.* And then because I had Derek Jacobi on my radar, I pulled a play called Breaking the Code off a shelf in the Book Rack and discovered more than the computational theories of Alan Turing. It's a self-perpetuating cycle.
** On the other hand, when Cecilia Bartoli released an album of arias by Salieri, did more musicologists buy it, or curious audience members? I can only hope his shade would have been amused.
Just as I copied this entry to post it, it struck me that there are historical figures whom I discovered as themselves and whom I keep an eye out for: actors, writers, usw. So is that another form of discovery through art? Or would I need to have seen Love is the Devil before I bought a print by Francis Bacon in order to count it as the same phenomenon?
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