I want all your secrets beamed right to my eyes

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I have a migraine. I'm trying to post about non-depressing things.

1. Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling has a new music video: their cover of Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan." There is a monkey. Also a plywood violin.

2. Via fleurdelis28: Cops go undercover to bust Roman gladiators. I'm just waiting for the inevitable update about the pitched battles being fought in the streets between gangs of retiarii and secutores, secretly and unknown to one another almost all plain-sandals policemen.

3. I really like Jonathan Franzen's version of Frank Wedekind's Spring Awakening (Frühlings Erwachen, 1891) except for one line, which is unfortunately the one he uses in his introduction to illustrate his attempts toward a performable as well as readable translation of the play: "Dieses Glückskind, dieses Sonnenkind—dieses Freudenmädchen auf meinem Jammerweg!" Franzen translates this (capitalization his) as "THIS SUNNY CHILD, THIS LUCKY THING—THIS FLOOZY ON MY TRAIL OF TEARS!—" The line is being yelled in totally earnest, hopelessly comic adolescent despair by a fourteen-year-old whose dramatic suicide monologue has just been accidentally interrupted by a former schoolmate who doesn't understand a single reason he wants to shoot himself: Moritz has been tying himself in knots over his failing grades and his unmanageable hormones and Ilse dropped out of school a year ago to model for all the artists at the Priapus Club. She's as unconcernedly Bohemian as he's nervously Werther-ish; she invites him back to her place, he begs off on a confused excuse of homework, and then has about three different directions of second thought and temporarily blows a fuse. Freudenmädchen means joy-girl; a prostitute. The problem with "floozy" is that while it's a suitably funny and frustrated word choice for a character who even after death is chastised as immer noch derselbe Angstmeier!, it doesn't really carry over the original German and so loses all the follow-through from "luck-child," "sun-child," and the contrast with Jammerweg, "misery-road." I don't disagree with Franzen's rejection of previous translations, that "daughter of joy" is too technical, "little whore" overstates the case, and "blissful temptress" is just off. I just looked at the sentence and couldn't figure out why he didn't use "good-time girl."

(Oh, my God. At the Volksbühne am Bülowplatz in 1929, in a production directed by Karl Heinz Martin, this scene was played by Peter Lorre and Lotte Lenya. Will somebody get me a fucking time machine already?)

4. I have just been hit by l'esprit de l'escalier nearly two months late. On the Kipling panel I moderated at Readercon, one of the panelists insisted on reading from a letter written by Kipling in 1919:

Do you notice how their insane psychology attempts to infect the Universe? There is one Einstein, nominally a Swiss, certainly a Hebrew, who (the thing is so inevitable that it makes one laugh) comes forward, scientifically to show that, under certain conditions Space itself is warped and the instruments that measure it are warped also . . . When you come to reflect on a race that made the world Hell, you see how just and right it is that they should decide that space is warped, and should make their own souls the measure of all Infinity. The more I see of the Boche's mental workings the more sure I am that he is Evil Incarnate, and, like all evil, a pathetic Beast. Einstein's pronouncement is only another little contribution to assisting the world towards flux and disintegration.

Which was interesting, but slightly derailing, in that it dropped the conversation back to well-was-Kipling-a-racist-or-wasn't-he? as opposed to exploring how the generation of writers who grew up on him might have absorbed or refuted or engaged with whatever complicated attitudes in their own fiction. This afternoon, it finally struck me that the real interest of that passage is not the degree to which Kipling's anti-Semitism was derived from or merely coexisted with his hatred of Germans, but what it meant that we were holding an entire panel about the influence on speculative literature of a man who freaked out at the thought of relativity.

5. Conversation with rushthatspeaks indicates that the film of Out of Africa (1985, which they have not seen) is a very faithful version of the book of Out of Africa (1937, which I have not read) and additionally incorporates material from the author's life that was left out of the novel. I guess I should read some Dinesen.

And now we are at the point where I need to lie down or scream or something, so I will leave you with the revamped website for Caitlín R. Kiernan's Sirenia Digest and her Kickstarter project with Kyle Cassidy, The Drowning Girl: Stills from a Movie That Never Existed. Because they are neat.

Comments

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

What interests me about the Kipling quote is that he seems to have managed to convince himself that all this was something Einstein-the-German-Jew just made up to get everybody else too distracted to realize how evil Germans are. That's...pretty special thinking, man. I mean, I don't really like the idea of relativity either, but it'd never occur to me to simply disbelieve it because someone whose double ethnicity I mistrust was the one who put it all in perspective.

Also, re (the thing is so inevitable that it makes one laugh)...seriously? Inevitable? "Oh, I just knew some German/Jew would come up with a set of scientific precepts undermining visible reality one of these days--didn't you, old bean?" Geez, Rudyard.

Otherwise: I think you'd like Dinesen, actually. Those Drowning Girl stills are gorgeous. And I'm sorry about the migraine.

[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

A quick Google later, I found this image from the end of "Spring's Awakening". It's one of my favorites of baby!Peter Lorre.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpc6dhX7vY1qmt8ipo1_500.jpg

Apparently Peter Lorre's early stage work typecast him as a troubled adolescent.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry about the headache. I hope you elected to lie down rather than scream. So many hugs. (Also a story. In your inbox. Where probably it isn't doing much good. And for that I feel guilty.)

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

The phrase "nominally a Swiss" also struck me. At first I thought Kipling was saying that Einstein's Jewish identity was primary over his Swiss one, but the end of the passage it's clear that he's talking about him as a German. Why, though, since he's not a German national and racially K sees him as Jewish? Presumably it's not just a question of his being German-speaking, or K would have to admit all kinds of undesirables as English on the same principle.

I mean, I know racism doesn't have to be logical, but I don't even know what Kipling thinks he's saying here.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I so hope the migraine has abated.

For sheer joy of knowledge (and for the magnificent journal you would keep) I wish you your time machine--you can pick up Kipling on your way to Berlin.

Nine

[helivoy.livejournal.com]

Why not "pleasure girl" for Freudenmädchen? Simplest, closest to the original and with the right era aura.

There was one huge miscalculation in Out of Africa that threw the entire film off: casting Robert Redford as Denys Finch-Hatton. Hatton was the quintessential dilettante British upperclass gent, with the emotional opacity to match. Redford as a persona was as American as they come -- plus there was no chemistry between Meryl Streep and him.

Dinesen is a consummate storyteller, I'm frankly surprised you haven't read them, given your predilections. My favorite is Winter's Tales. I also highly recommend Judith Thurman's biography.

[lauradi7.livejournal.com]

Another Blixen/Dinesen adaptation to film is Babette's Feast. Good either way.

[kenjari.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling video - what an amazing cover of that song. It's so unlike the original and yet just as perfect in its own way.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

There is a monkey. Also a plywood violin.

I was wondering if the plywood violin in question was a Savart-style, or one of the sort of vaguely faux-rebec-looking ones constructed in a quasi-semi-hemi-demi mandolin-style, or simply a cheap Chinese-made fiddle. Then I realised it must be lyrics, given the monkey, a realisation which Google confirmed.

I'm just waiting for the inevitable update about the pitched battles being fought in the streets between gangs of retiarii and secutores, secretly and unknown to one another almost all plain-sandals policemen.

This is a wonderful image. I'd love to see it in a film, or read a story or poem about it.

3.

Thoughts on translation are always interesting to me. Thank you for sharing this. If I ever get my hands on a time machine, I will be sure to let you use it for going to the theatre.

...we were holding an entire panel about the influence on speculative literature of a man who freaked out at the thought of relativity.

Interesting thought. I wish we could know what Verne would have thought of relativity.

I find myself strangely fascinated that Kipling seems, from this quote, to have almost struggled with whether to dislike Einstein more for being Jewish or for being German.

I guess I should read some Dinesen.

I recommend Out of Africa. I read it as a kid and liked it very much. Not sure about the movie--I reckon I was maybe too young to appreciate it properly. I think the scenery was lovely, which alone might make it worth watching.

I hope you're feeling better, and if said hope is in vain then I hope you will be soon.