Monthly Archives: December 2007

post-partum worries

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does this really work?  24″x 18″  worked from a painting by Bram Van Velde.  I seem intent on channeling him these days to the exclusion of everyone else, except from some side-work with a few Mary Heilman pieces–mainly for their color.

four books

four terrific books these holidays so far–recently read

Javier Marías, Your Face Tomorrow, Vol Two, Dance and Dream.    As in the first volume of this trilogy, Marías places a true account of a terrible betrayal that happened to him, Julian, during the Spanish Civil War and its aftermath, the Franco years, at the center of this novel.  Margaret Atwood in the year-end issue of TLS said there was a terrible sexual act also in the book but I didn’t notice it.  Did we read the same book, Meg?  A terrible murder and a terrible near-murder.  Well, maybe she meant that first murder.  Ok, if you insist.

Cesar Aira.  My new hero.  Better even than Bolaño?  wait and see.  Two books, very short, read them in almost one sitting as Poe wanted us to.  How I Became a Nun and An Episode in the Life of a Landscape Painter.  One reader on Amazon says he was so stunned by the book he has been thinking of it for weeks and I thought he was rather exaggerating.  But it has been three days now since I finished it and now I don’t think that fellow was overreacting at all.

Georges Perec’s A Void.  In the French never uses the letter “e.”  Neither does the translation into English.  When I read about this a few years ago I thought it sounded pretty silly.  The pudding has proven me wrong once again—it tastes unlike any other and it tastes delicious.

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Mt Fuji

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Isei sent this photo a few weeks ago.

dave & cécile, in london, a few weeks ago—www.sundayshoots.com

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the secret at the heart of reading

At some point, as a child progresses from decoding to fluent reading, the route of signals through her brain shifts. Instead of passing along a “dorsal route” through occipital, temporal, and parietal regions in both hemispheres, reading starts to move along a faster and more efficient “ventral route,” which is confined to the left hemisphere. With the gain in time and the freed-up brainpower, Wolf suggests, a fluent reader is able to integrate more of her own thoughts and feelings into her experience. “The secret at the heart of reading,” Wolf writes, is “the time it frees for the brain to have thoughts deeper than those that came before.” Imaging studies suggest that in many cases of dyslexia the right hemisphere never disengages, and reading remains effortful.In a recent book claiming that television and video games were “making our minds sharper,” the journalist Steven Johnson argued that since we value reading for “exercising the mind,” we should value electronic media for offering a superior “cognitive workout.” But, if Wolf’s evidence is right, Johnson’s metaphor of exercise is misguided. When reading goes well, Wolf suggests, it feels effortless, like drifting down a river rather than rowing up it. It makes you smarter because it leaves more of your brain alone. Ruskin once compared reading to a conversation with the wise and noble, and Proust corrected him. It’s much better than that, Proust wrote. To read is “to receive a communication with another way of thinking, all the while remaining alone, that is, while continuing to enjoy the intellectual power that one has in solitude and that conversation dissipates immediately.”

Wolf has little to say about the general decline of reading, and she doesn’t much speculate about the function of the brain under the influence of television and newer media. But there is research suggesting that secondary orality and literacy don’t mix. In a study published this year, experimenters varied the way that people took in a PowerPoint presentation about the country of Mali. Those who were allowed to read silently were more likely to agree with the statement “The presentation was interesting,” and those who read along with an audiovisual commentary were more likely to agree with the statement “I did not learn anything from this presentation.” The silent readers remembered more, too, a finding in line with a series of British studies in which people who read transcripts of television newscasts, political programs, advertisements, and science shows recalled more information than those who had watched the shows themselves.

The antagonism between words and moving images seems to start early. In August, scientists at the University of Washington revealed that babies aged between eight and sixteen months know on average six to eight fewer words for every hour of baby DVDs and videos they watch daily. A 2005 study in Northern California found that a television in the bedroom lowered the standardized-test scores of third graders. And the conflict continues throughout a child’s development. In 2001, after analyzing data on more than a million students around the world, the researcher Micha Razel found “little room for doubt” that television worsened performance in reading, science, and math. The relationship wasn’t a straight line but “an inverted check mark”: a small amount of television seemed to benefit children; more hurt. For nine-year-olds, the optimum was two hours a day; for seventeen-year-olds, half an hour. Razel guessed that the younger children were watching educational shows, and, indeed, researchers have shown that a five-year-old boy who watches “Sesame Street” is likely to have higher grades even in high school. Razel noted, however, that fifty-five per cent of students were exceeding their optimal viewing time by three hours a day, thereby lowering their academic achievement by roughly one grade level.

The Internet, happily, does not so far seem to be antagonistic to literacy. Researchers recently gave Michigan children and teen-agers home computers in exchange for permission to monitor their Internet use. The study found that grades and reading scores rose with the amount of time spent online. Even visits to pornography Web sites improved academic performance. Of course, such synergies may disappear if the Internet continues its YouTube-fuelled evolution away from print and toward television.

No effort of will is likely to make reading popular again. Children may be browbeaten, but adults resist interference with their pleasures. It may simply be the case that many Americans prefer to learn about the world and to entertain themselves with television and other streaming media, rather than with the printed word, and that it is taking a few generations for them to shed old habits like newspapers and novels. The alternative is that we are nearing the end of a pendulum swing, and that reading will return, driven back by forces as complicated as those now driving it away.

But if the change is permanent, and especially if the slide continues, the world will feel different, even to those who still read. Because the change has been happening slowly for decades, everyone has a sense of what is at stake, though it is rarely put into words. There is something to gain, of course, or no one would ever put down a book and pick up a remote. Streaming media give actual pictures and sounds instead of mere descriptions of them. “Television completes the cycle of the human sensorium,” Marshall McLuhan proclaimed in 1967. Moving and talking images are much richer in information about a performer’s appearance, manner, and tone of voice, and they give us the impression that we know more about her health and mood, too. The viewer may not catch all the details of a candidate’s health-care plan, but he has a much more definite sense of her as a personality, and his response to her is therefore likely to be more full of emotion. There is nothing like this connection in print. A feeling for a writer never touches the fact of the writer herself, unless reader and writer happen to meet. In fact, from Shakespeare to Pynchon, the personalities of many writers have been mysterious.

Emotional responsiveness to streaming media harks back to the world of primary orality, and, as in Plato’s day, the solidarity amounts almost to a mutual possession. “Electronic technology fosters and encourages unification and involvement,” in McLuhan’s words. The viewer feels at home with his show, or else he changes the channel. The closeness makes it hard to negotiate differences of opinion. It can be amusing to read a magazine whose principles you despise, but it is almost unbearable to watch such a television show. And so, in a culture of secondary orality, we may be less likely to spend time with ideas we disagree with.

Self-doubt, therefore, becomes less likely. In fact, doubt of any kind is rarer. It is easy to notice inconsistencies in two written accounts placed side by side. With text, it is even easy to keep track of differing levels of authority behind different pieces of information. The trust that a reader grants to the New York Times, for example, may vary sentence by sentence. A comparison of two video reports, on the other hand, is cumbersome. Forced to choose between conflicting stories on television, the viewer falls back on hunches, or on what he believed before he started watching. Like the peasants studied by Luria, he thinks in terms of situations and story lines rather than abstractions.

And he may have even more trouble than Luria’s peasants in seeing himself as others do. After all, there is no one looking back at the television viewer. He is alone, though he, and his brain, may be too distracted to notice it. The reader is also alone, but the N.E.A. reports that readers are more likely than non-readers to play sports, exercise, visit art museums, attend theatre, paint, go to music events, take photographs, and volunteer. Proficient readers are also more likely to vote. Perhaps readers venture so readily outside because what they experience in solitude gives them confidence. Perhaps reading is a prototype of independence. No matter how much one worships an author, Proust wrote, “all he can do is give us desires.” Reading somehow gives us the boldness to act on them. Such a habit might be quite dangerous for a democracy to lose.

last part of Caleb Crain’s “The Twilight of the Books” in the New Yorker this week  –

http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2007/12/24/071224crat_atlarge_crain 

“you need to get out more”

Dear Nicholas–

Yes, Beckett has that reputation. Although it is true I need to get out more.

I’m gathering from Pacale Casanova’s book and other hints here and there that there
is a new revisionist reading of Beckett that claims he was hijacked by the Sartreans
(Blanchot’s mafia) and his work hastily appropriated under the existentialist mantle
when he kept saying, “no, that’s not it at all” & they went ahead and gave
him the Nobel—but now, the youngster critics are saying—for the wrong reasons.

I love it. Never having been an Existentialist/Sartrean (maybe being “in” the church
at that time saved me from all that?), I’m quite happy to hear someone figure
out why B is great for other reasons. And then again he may not actually be.

But here’s a sample of the new thinking from a beckett society newsletter. One of
his later plays was produced last August at Epidaurus—first non-ancient play
for that festival in that sacred place. (big stink around it all apparently). “Happy
Days” The writer is telling us how successful one of the two actors was—
Fiona Shaw

The greatest triumph of the production inevitably belonged to Shaw. She

perfectly delivered the “strangely uplifting” humour of Act I, negating the myth

of Beckett’s “infamous dark, pessimism” that has all to frequently accompanied
his Greek reception.

Well, I will read on through some of the pieces to see if this new fruit of humor
and compassion bears out.

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your villa on the Canaries

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here’s a view of the vacation villas our young architect friend in Madrid, Pedro Castañeda Taladriz, is building on the Canary Islands. Another view with stunning mountains in the background at this file—felicita1.pdf