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Friday recommendations:

Dog, stone, tree 2On the river walk, dappled by sun.

Sally Prue discusses searching for fairyland in the "Fairytale Reflection" series over at Katherine Langrish's Seven Miles of Steel Thistles.

Andy Letcher discusses the magic of weather at his music & writing blog.

Els Kushner discusses one of my favorite Elizabeth Goudge novels, Linnets and Valerians, at Tor.com.

Charles Tan discusses Karen Lord's fine novel, Redemption in Indigo, at Bibliophile Stalker.

Michael Sims discusses E.B. White (author of Charlotte's Web, etc.) and his relationship with animals in The Chronicle Review.

Carlin Roman discusses metaphors, also in The Chronicle Review.

John Barth discusses originality in The Atlantic. (Another article that comes at the subject of originality from a slightly different direction is Jonathan Lethem's absolutely brilliant "The Ecstasy of Influence," published in Harper's in 2007.)

Al Kennedy discusses writing and procrastination in The Guardian.

Midori Snyder discusses authors who draw as well as write at In the Labyrinth.

Kristin Naca discusses duende and eating poetry in a lyrical short piece in Poetry Magazine.

And here's an odd but interesting one (particularly if any of you are contemplating writing a 19th century murder-mystery): Deborah Blum discusses deadly foods in Lapham's Quarterly.

This week's fiction recommendations:

* "The Girl Who Ruled Fairyland -- For a Little While" by Catherynne M. Valente at Tor.com.

*"Swans" by Kelly Link, first published in the fairy tale anthology A Wolf at the Door (edited by Ellen Datlow and me), and now available on-line on the Fantasy Magazine site. There's also an interview with Kelly here.

This week's art recommendations:

* Heidi Kellenberger's delicious new blog, Uncovered Cover Art: A Sketchbook of Reimagined Children's Books.

* The Realm of Froud: the magical new online home of mythic artists Brian, Wendy, and Toby Froud.

* The new Phantasten Museum in Vienna, dedicated to fantastic, visionary, and surrealistic art.

* Also, check out the charming "Fox and Hermit" sketches recently posted by Larry MacDougall; and the magical beasties of "Mr. Finch" (the latter via Ruthie Reddon).

This week's videos:

* The first recommendation (from writer/editor Amal El-Mohtar) is "Blood Tea and Red String," the weirdly magical trailer for a stop-m0tion animated fairy tale film by Christiane Cegavske. To learn more about Cegavske's work, go here.

*In a completely different vein, the second recommendation (from photographer Stu Jenks) is "Rapture," a time-lapse photographic portrait of the American south-west by Tom Lowe. To learn more about Lowe's work, go here.

And lastly, Rex and Howard say "au revoir" at John Barleycorn. (Look closely at that top photo, or click on it to make it bigger, and you'll see our little Tilly poking her nose through the rails.)


The narrative of marriage

Arthur-rackham-meeting-oberon-titania-img"The Meeting of Oberon and Titania" by Arthur Rackham

I've been re-reading one of my favorite books: Writing a Woman's Life by the late feminist scholar Carolyn G. Heilbrun (1926-2003). Ostensibly a survey of the way the lives of famous women have been portrayed by biographers, this slim volume also casts a sharp eye on the way women's stories are told today...and the manner in which such narratives influence the ways that we tell our own stories.

I first encountered the book twenty years ago, and have re-read it several times since, finding new things to ponder within it at each different stage of my own life's journey. This time, I've been struck anew by the chapter on marriage -- for I'm reading it now as a married woman myself (after spending much of my adult life in a more independent state), and thus have fresh interest in Heilbrun's reflections on marriage and its portrayal in women's stories. She writes:

1st edition "It is noteworthy that few works of fiction make marriage their central concern. As Northrup Frye puts it, with his accustomed clarity: 'The heroine who becomes a bride, and eventually, one assumes, a mother, on the last page of a romance, has accommodated herself to the cyclical movement: by her marriage...she completes the cycle and passes out of the story. We are usually given to understand that a happy and well-adjusted sexual life does not concern us as readers.' Fiction has largely rejected marriage as a subject, except in those instances where it is presented as a history of betrayal -- at worst an Updike hell, at best when Auden speaks of it as a game calling for 'patience, foresight, maneuver, like war, like marriage.'  Marriage is very different than fiction presents it as being. We rarely examine its unromantic aspects."

One of the problems of the "romantic plot" (as it's constantly portrayed in our popular culture: in countless contemporary novels, films, t.v. shows, pop songs, etc., etc.) is that it's a narrative that focuses exclusively and relentlessly on the beginning of a relationship -- and then ends at the point of declaration, or conquest, or the exchange of marriage vows. Thus we're encouraged to think of the heady excitement inherent in a brand new attraction as the whole point of love  -- with no interest left over for the intricate dance of a marriage or long-term partnership: the quieter romance of entwined lives spun out over years, over decades, over a lifetime. We are constantly bombarded with stories (films, songs, etc.) that lay down all-too-familiar scripts for how to behave as lovers in the throes of new passion -- but where are the stories (or films, or love songs)  that tell us anything useful about the mysteries of marriage, the challenging work of true partnership?

And does this matter? Well, I think it does. Not everyone is blessed with the model of a functional marriage in their family background, and thus it's to stories we often turn for a glimpse of how else to construct our lives . . . and what we get from most books and films on the subject of marriage is a resounding silence. We're shown over, and over, and over again that it's courtship that counts, and the social pageant of the Wedding Day -- while marriage is a vague, misty, unexplored state, unworthy of drama or art.  Marriage is the end of the tale.

Another quote from Heilbrun's excellent book: 

Carolyn G Heilbrun"Most of us begin, aided by almost every aspect of our culture, hoping for a perfect marriage. What this means is that we accept sexual attractiveness as a clue to finding our way in the labyrinth of marriage. It almost never is. Oddly enough, the media, which promise marriage as the happy ending, almost simultaneously show it, after several years, to be more ending than happy. But the dream lives on that this time will be different.

"Perhaps the reason the truth is so little told is that it sounds quotidian, bourgeois, even like advocating proportion, that most unappealing of all virtues. But E. M. Forester understood this: when someone suggested that truth is halfway between extremes, his answer (in Howards End) was, "No; truth, being alive, was not halfway between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to ensure sterility." Proportion is the final secret, and that is why all good marriages are what Stanley Cavell calls 'remarriages,' and not lust masquerading as passion."

A little later on, Heilbrun explains what she means by the term "remarriage":

"I have spoken of reinventing marriage, of marriages achieving their rebirth in the middle age of the partners. This phenomenon has been called the 'comedy of remarriage' by Stanley Cavell, whose Pursuits of Happiness, a film book, is perhaps the best marriage manual ever published. One must, however, translate his formulation from the language of Hollywood, in which he developed it, into the language of middle age: less glamour, less supple youth, less fantasyland.  Cavellwrites specifically of Hollywood movies of the 1930s and 1940s in which couples -- one partner is often the dazzling Cary Grant -- learn to value each other, to educate themselves in equality, to remarry. Cavell recognizes that the actresses in these movie -- often the dazzling Katherine Hepburn -- are what made them possible. If read not as an account of beautiful people in hilarious situations, but as a deeply philosophical discussion of marriage, his book contains what are almost aphorisms of marital achievement. For example: ....'[The romance of remarriage] poses a structure in which we are permanently in doubt who the hero is, that is, whether it is the male or female who is the active partner, which of them is in quest, who is following whom.'

Cary grant & Katherine Hepburn "Above all, despite the sexual attractiveness of the actors in the movies he discusses, Cavell knows that sexuality is not the ultimate secret in these marriage: 'in God's intention a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage. Here is the reason that these relationships strike us as having the quality of friendship, a further factor in their exhilaration for us.'

"He is wise enough, moreover, to emphasize 'the mystery of marriage by finding that neither law nor sexuality (nor, by implication, progeny) is sufficient to ensure true marriage and suggesting that what provides legitimacy is the mutual willingness for remarriage, for a sort of continuous affirmation. Remarriage, hence marriage, is, whatever else it is, an intellectual undertaking.' "

Oh, how I love the idea that "a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage"!

Some years ago, I read an article about two people in the arts (alas, I can't remember who they were) who'd been married for many, many years. Asked for the secret of their long partnership, they said: "We fell straight into conversation when we met, and we haven't come to the end of that conversation yet."

I can't think of a better model for marriage than that. Or of a narrative more romantic . . . .

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Riverside

Path to the river

In contrast to the heat wave engulfing America, here on Dartmoor we're having a chilly, damp summer -- so when the sun breaks through the cloud cover at last, I pack my work into a knapsack, whistle for the pup, and head down to the river.

What I want is a spot where I can sit and write...

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...and what Tilly wants is a spot with easy access to the water. We find a place that suits us both, and I settle down with notebooks, sketchbooks, pencils, pens, and a thermos of tea spread out on the grass around me. The pup steps into the shallows...

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...her attention caught by some sheep on the opposite bank...

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... and then they are forgotten in the rapturous delight of cold water on a clear, hot day.

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A little farther downstream, the river forks in a roaring clash of water on stone. It's deeper here, and the rapids are strong, foaming white as milk below the cover of the trees...

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...but Tilly, undaunted, dances out onto the stones as whitewater churns merrily below. Back on the bank, my heart is in my throat as I watch my fearless, fleet-footed girl...

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...until she's safely back on shore at last. She gives a good shake, so that I'm wet too...

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...and then the two of us walk on.

If I could hold on to this summer and this sun by strength of will alone, oh, I would never let it go -- for summer is the season, says the poet William Carlos Williams, when "the song sings itself."

As we head home, the land is singing around us: a song of light, a choir of green.

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Lean In

What would you do?

The last issue of The New Yorker had an interesting profile of Sheryl Sandberg, one of the few female executives in Silicon Valley (formerly with Google, currently with Facebook). Although the trials and tribulations of women in corporate culture may seem far removed from a creative life in a small Dartmoor village, they are not perhaps as far removed as one might think -- for all writers and artists are small business owners, the business being Creativity, Inc., and for me (as for many others, I suspect) the business aspects of the job (sales, negotiations, contracts, book-keeping, business correspondence, etc.) take as much time and focus as actually writing, editing, and painting. Thus the business-woman side of me is always interested in other women's experiences in maintaining a healthy work/life balance.

Sandberg talks about the need for women to "sit at the table" (in other words, to show up, be present, ask for what you want), and then to "lean in" and say yes when opportunities arise (rather than leaning cautiously, politely, or fearfully back). She also talks about the need (if one is partnered or raising children) for equality in the home. "Make sure your partner is a real partner,” she says -- pointing out that, statistically, in study after study, working women married to working men still do two-thirds of the housework and three-fourths of the child care.

This part of the article particularly caught my attention:

"In May, Sandberg was most concerned with the futures of the graduating class at Barnard College. She had agreed to be the commencement speaker, following Hillary Clinton in 2009, and Meryl Streep in 2010. The seniors who made up this audience for her post-feminist message were very different from the professional women who heard her TED speech. 'This probably meant more to me than any speech I’ve ever given, because it’s the beginning of their lives,' Sandberg told me on graduation day. For four years, these women were cosseted at Barnard. 'Now they are going to start making choices. What I want to do is tell them to lean in.' She would have to do so with a voice turned husky by laryngitis. Owing to rain, the ceremony was moved from the grass at Grant’s Tomb, perched above the Hudson River, to a cramped gymnasium at Columbia.

As 'Pomp and Circumstance' played, the seniors, in their powder-blue gowns and square caps, took seats in rows of folding chairs facing an elevated platform where Sandberg; Debora Spar, the president of Barnard; and other luminaries sat. Sandberg smiled and cheered when Lara Avsar, the president of the Student Government Association, said that what defines Barnard is that 'as Barnard women, we will never quit,' and then described how Barnard had changed her from a girl from Alabama who once imagined she’d now be hunting for a husband and impatient to have his children to a woman who doesn’t 'have to apologize for speaking my mind.'

After hugging Spar, Sandberg approached the lectern. A colorful crimson sash was wrapped around the neck of her dark gown. Her speech, delivered without notes but with the assistance of a professional coach who worked with Sandberg on honing her delivery, made familiar points about inadequate female representation in leadership positions, about the importance of a life partner to share the responsibilities of the home, about 'leaning in' and 'do not leave before you leave.' Remember this, she said, 'You are awesome.'

She described a poster on the wall at Facebook: 'What would you do if you weren’t afraid?' She said that it echoed something the writer Anna Quindlen once said, which was that 'she majored in unafraid' at Barnard. Sandberg went on, 'Don’t let your fears overwhelm your desire. Let the barriers you face—and there will be barriers—be external, not internal. Fortune does favor the bold. I promise that you will never know what you’re capable of unless you try. You’re going to walk off this stage today and you’re going to start your adult life. Start out by aiming high. . . . Go home tonight and ask yourselves, What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it!'"

I love that question: What would you do if you weren't afraid? I've pinned it up on my bulletin board and have been pondering it for the last few days....

And now I ask the same question of you, women and men alike: What would you do?


Happy Birthday Tilly!

Tilly in 2009

Our pup is two years old today. In dog years, she is a teenager now: wavering between moments of solemn maturity and goofy bursts of pure puppyishness. She's reached her full growth -- which is smaller than full-blood labs (since she's half spaniel too, on her mother's side). Her dominant personality trait is an endless capacity for joy. And may that never change.

''No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish - consciously or unconsciously - that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.''

- Dean Koontz (A Big Little Life)

Happy Birthday  dear girl!


Tunes for a Monday Morning

Today, a Motown classic: "I Heard it Through the Grapevine" -- a tune that takes on new meaning (in a tongue-in-cheek way) during a week in which phone hacking has been dominating the headlines here in Britain. ("Bet you're wondering how I knew," say lyrics, which is a question being asked in many quarters of the UK government, press, and police right now....) Not to make light of the scandal, which is appalling -- but there's a point when things are just so astonishingly awful that you've got to reach for humor to keep your spirits up.

Written by Normal Whitfield & Barrett Strong, the song has been recorded by a remarkable number of bands and singers including Smokey Robinson and the Miracles (1966), Gladys Knight and the Pips (1967), Marvin Gaye (1968), and Creedence Clearwater Revival (1970)...as well as Stevie Wonder, Tina Turner, Elton John, The Slits, The Kaiser Chiefs, and even Fairport Convention.

Above: Gladys Knight and the Pips, on the "Soul Train" television show (US) in 1970.  (I remember seeing this as a kid, and practicing those Pips dance moves with my three adored aunts: Cindy, Sally, & Sue.)

Below: Amy Winehouse and Paul Weller on The Jools Holland Show (UK) in 2008.

Amy Winehouse was born in North London in 1983, recorded her first album (Frank) in 2003 -- and (as most people have heard by now) died this past Saturday, age 27. Rest in peace, dear lady, and thank you for the extraordinary music that you left behind.

Today's tunes go out to Susan Harley.


Friday recommendations:

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* The fabulous summer edition of Goblin Fruit is live and waiting to be devoured. There's a weekend's worth of great reading right here...but if you want more:

* Lily Hyde discusses The Lady of Llyn y Fan Fach in the "Fairytale Reflections" series at Katherine Langrish's Seven Miles of Steel Thistles.

* Erzebet YellowBoy discusses the process of becoming an artist, with the help of cartoonist Jellyvampire, at I Saw an Angel.

* Howard and Rex have posted more comic pages at John Barleycorn...going into the world of the "mundus" this time. (I've just been into their studio next door to see them, and they look great. The pages, I mean. Howard and Rex, that's another matter....)

* There's a fascinating article on ancient beers in The Smithsonian, one on the artist Lee Krasner in Tablet, and a good article on Virginia Woolf's later essays in The London Sunday Times.

* Today's art recommendations: First, check out the magical portfolio of English illustrator Brett Ryder (via Phantasmaphile). Second, oh how I love Rabbit in Front of a Mirror by the German painter Michael Sowa. (For more his work, go here.) Third, have a look at the "leafcuts" of Spanish artist Lorenzo Duran at Naturayarte (via Ruthie Reddon). And fourth, for you New Yorkers: "Horus' Daughter," an exhibition at "Cinders Gallery" in Brooklyn, looks mythic and interesting. Could be fabulous, could be dreadful, hard to tell.

* Today's fiction recommendations: First, "Demons, Your Body, and You" by Genevieve Valentine, in the YA Fiction issue of the Subterranean Press online magazine, edited by Gwenda Bond. Second, "The Wolves of Brooklyn" by Catherynne M. Valente in Fantasy magazine; plus, an interview with the author here.

* Today's poetry recommendation: "A New Kind of Map" by Christina Cairns at A Mermaid in the Attic. And be sure to follow the links back to the posts by Rima Staines and The Dark Mountain Manifesto that inspired the poem.

Have a good weekend.


Beings of light and clay...

Expansion by Paige Bradley

Speaking of light (as I was a couple of days ago), I absolutely adore the beautiful and deeply philosophical sculpture above: Expansion by Paige Bradley.

"From the moment we are born," says Bradley, "the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: A social security number, a gender, a race, a profession or an I.Q. I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in, rather than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies? Would we still be able to exist if we were authentically 'un-contained'?"

A related piece, Alapadma, is below. "I want to advocate healing and empowerment for people around the world," says the artist. "I want my art to be a forceful voice to help those who suffer from illness, repression or exploitation. My sculptures express a depth and variety of the physical, emotional and spiritual that we search for as a human race. Simultaneously, I want to provoke us to feel painful truths we keep bottled up inside. I want us to remember we are all the same. And, it is this understanding that can heal us all."

Alapadma by Paige Bradley

Bradley was born in Carmel, California; studied at Pepperdine University and the Pennsylvania Academy of Arts; and now lives and works in London. "My recent work has become a symbol of struggle -- both being contained and liberating ourselves from self-inflicted boundaries. Fears of ostracism, avoiding distinction and hiding from greatness are all thoughts that come to mind.These fears create sculptures wrapped in extraordinary tension. The figures struggle to unveil themselves in order to become understood and known. These bound figures give me a sense of unrest as if too much life is jammed into too restrictive of space. I feel as if I am trying to live my truth free and unveiled in a society that would rather keep us contained."

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Please visit Paige Bradley's website to see more of her exquisite work.


On Your Desk

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Today's desk comes from Brian Anker, who writes:

"Here is my submission for On Your Desk. It's put up with a touch of sadness because we've just moved out of our Edwardian home of 13 years, in Eastleigh, Hampshire (UK). I am a graphic designer and stalled artist, but because of illness I'm not working at the moment -- hence the decision to sell up and downsize to a smaller rented house.

"The picture over the fireplace is by Ed Org, who is a favourite artist of mine. The fairy in the globe was bought by my wife, as a Valentine's Day present, to watch over me."

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"The next three photos are from our new house, located on the outskirts of a attractive market town not far from Winchester.  It's amazing how having your favourite things around you can transform a characterless 1980's box into a home.

"As you can see, it's a lot greener here and I have my morning coffee looking at a grand old Oak tree which fills me with joy. Hopefully this will give me the peace and inspiration to get the pens and paint out again."

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Thank you for contributing to this series, Brian. I'm sure everyone here will join me in the wish that your new home be filled with health, joy, and abundant creativity!

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All readers of this blog are welcome to contribute to the "On Your Desk" series. You'll find more information (and the address where you should send your photo) in the first post of the series, and you can view the full series here.


Chasing light

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During grey, wet summer days here on Dartmoor, I find myself chasing light: those precious moments when sunlight breaks through the clouds, and inspiration breaks through the mind fog.

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"From within or from behind," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson, "a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all."

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 Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider have noted: "Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry, 'More light.' Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's Field. Tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light."

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The French painter Yoann Lossel said a lovely thing in a recent discussion on the John Barleycorn blog.  "Oil painting," he said,  "nourishes itself on light,  and on time -- both the time that passes, and the time you put into it. In this way, it nourishes the artist in turn."

I haven't been painting recently. Both light and time have been in short supply. But I'm laying out the brushes, sorting through colors, and waiting for a break in the clouds.

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