Monthly Archives: March 2008

“But already the day is over, the shadows lengthen, the walls multiply,

you hug the walls, bowed down like a good boy, oozing with obsequiousness, having nothing to hide, hiding from mere terror, looking neither right nor left, hiding but not provocatively, ready to come out, to smile, to listen, to crawl, nauseating but not pestilent, less rat than toad.” Beckett, Molloy 67.

On yet another snowy late afternoon in New England, you gotta love the headlines:

WELCOME TO LONDON: 15,000 pieces of stranded luggage at Heathrow!

Bag Mountain...

TOWER OF BABEL: Saudi Prince plans mile-high skyscraper! 

“For the night purge is in the hands of technicians, for the most part.”  Molloy  few lines down

Beckett’s integrity

in 1932, when he was reading Mallarmé’s poems, renowned achievements of formal perfection, he railed in a letter to his friend Thomas MacGreevy in most revealing terms: “I don’t know why the Jesuitical poem that is an end in itself and justifies all the means should disgust me so much. But it does – again – more & more. I was trying to like Mallarmé again the other day, & couldn’t, because it’s Jesuitical poetry . . . . I suppose I’m a dirty low-church P.[rotestant] even in poetry, concerned with integrity in a surplice. I’m in mourning for the integrity of a pendu’s emission of semen, what I find in Homer & Dante & Racine & sometimes Rimbaud, the integrity of the eyelids coming down before the brain knows of grit in the wind.

“http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/the_tls/article3445838.ece?token=null&offset=24

Jubilation Tonight

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Here is a detail of a caricature of Virginia’s writer, Valle-Inclán. She found it on our trip to South America in 1998 in the library in Santiago, Chile. Riots broke out that day because Chile had just won its first game in the Mundial–the World Cup for soccer– in twenty or so years. (It had been banned from the World Cup for years because of a scandal way back—someone who had lost a game had been shot—something like that).

She always regretted not having been able to get a good photo copy of it. It might not even have been possible to get a color photocopy in those days. So ever since she has been trying to figure out how to get a copy. Many requests through the mail to the library, through librarians, through librarians in Spain and Chile, etc. To no avail.

This winter we walk in Wal-Mart nearly every day. One day, early evening, the ski bus from Waterville Valley pulls up and many young people come into the store, they look like skiiers. But we hear them speaking Spanish and some Portuguese and we recognize that they are Latin Americans and as we walk, we eavesdrop and try to guess if they are from Argentina or Peru or Chile. Finally we ask some of them and strike up a conversation. One young man, Daniel, is from Chile. We’re proud to tell him how much we loved our visit to Chile—to Santiago, to Valparaiso, to Viña del Mar, to all of the houses of the great poet, Pablo Neruda. Daniel and his friends had been in New Hampshire to have some adventure skiing during their summer vacation, to make some money working on the ski slopes here. They were heading back in a few weeks.

Virginia has been working on her second book on Valle all winter. It concerns his trip through South America in 1910. The question of getting that caricature comes up repeatedly.

One snowy & cold evening we are strolling for our daily exercise in Wal-Mart and I say, Hey, why don’t we ask Daniel if he would be willing to look up your caricature for you when he goes back? We are able to find him in the store right then and we put the question to him. As soon as I go home I put it all in an email and email him at his gmail address.

He is due to leave in a few days, so there is no reply. We know he is going first to Los Angeles to visit an aunt and have some vacation there.

Thursday evening we get our first email. Daniel is back in Chile and going to his classes in Valparaiso in the morning. Which library should he try first?

We don’t know but suggest he try the city library.

Tonight–after we got home from our post-prandial walk at Wal-mart, we got two emails from Daniel and six photos with this message.

Hello Bob & Virginia,

I found both of the copies you told me to search (October 6th and October 13th, 1910) but none had the caricature you were looking for. I did find it, though, on the copy printed on October the 20th, 1910. I took many pictures of it but I’m not sure if the quality of the pictures will meet your requirements.I’m sending some of the best pictures I could take.If you’re not pleased with the quality of the pictures, please tell me so and I’ll see what I can do (but sadly, the Library does not open on weekends and you kind of need it in a short while).I’m attaching the pictures,Hope you two had a good day today

Greetings

Daniel Venegas Bocic
P.S.: I did have a good time in Los Angeles and I have had classes on wednesday and thursday (classes started the 3rd of March so I must catch up!)
P.S.2: I’ll send another e-mail with more pictures bye bye

I printed up the images in color and took them downstairs.

Virginia was ecstatic. We shouted. We clapped. We high-fived.

Now she has the cover for her book. And it is sure to win the Convocatoria—the competition

sponsored by the Institute for Valle-Inclán studies at the University of Santiago Compostela.

found poem of the day

“Read the prison stats”

I like best his “but so what”

now there’s the voice of international experience
at its best

no wonder he make zillions as a consultant & we
read over our annual social security report

we’re just not hard-nosed enough about letting the
zeitgeist roll right over everything

(realize that doesn’t make any sense)

Borders our lastest Ozymandias

Interesting piece on the history of Borders and on the ways of corporate imperialism

in general.  This is from DC

Posted March 26, 2008
When Politics and Prose opened in 1984, we heard many customers talk about a wonderful independent store in Ann Arbor, Michigan; they expressed the wish that we would become like that store: Borders.  In the early’90s Borders became a publicly traded company, and as part of an aggressive national expansion, opened its first bookstore in the Washington area, on Rockville Pike across the street from its present location.  During those first months of its bookselling, large numbers of bibliophiles made the trek out to the Pike to visit this new “book heaven.”  George Will wrote in his op-ed column that, “at last Washington has a world-class bookstore,” and Jonathan Yardley swooned over the breadth of the selection.  News articles described how history professors were in charge of the history sections and scientists were stocking the physics and nature sections.  It all sounded too good to be true.

Several years later, the professors had returned to the classrooms, the scientists to their labs, and Borders booksellers became entry-level retail clerks.  The books that didn’t sell quickly enough to generate revenue were returned to their publishers.  But there was still a hint of quality, until the last several months, when Borders announced plans to actually shrink their inventory.
This past week Borders announced a shift in direction from selling books to selling the whole business.  Rumors in the press suggest that the nation’s second largest book chain may be bought by the nation’s largest, Barnes and Noble, taking Borders from the “book heaven” of 16 years ago to its present “book hell.”

What does all of this mean for Politics and Prose?  Not an awful lot.  Our business flattened for the first couple of years of Borders’s presence in the area, but since then it has grown steadily.  Our new general manager, Tracey Filar Atwood, grew up in Ann Arbor and says Politics and Prose now reminds her of Borders then.  We have never been tempted by the allure of corporate imperialism—invading new book markets, slashing prices, demolishing the competition, and then back to business as usual, poor inventory and poor customer service.
One reason we have been so averse to the idea is that we are exposed on a daily basis to the rigors of being a corporate customer.  SunTrust is across the street from us and CVS is next door.  Their customers come in here crying or shaking with rage over the inability to find anyone who works in these businesses that has any discretionary power to address a problem.  So Politics and Prose will stay right here, doing what we do best—providing a top-quality selection of books and first-rate customer service. Yes, we do bookkeeping also, but it hasn’t taken over from our mission to offer enjoyable and/or important books to our customers.

Easter colors

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“At” (24×30)

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Peep

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“On” (12″x16″)

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Indoor Winter Wandering: The Wal-Maze Variations

Sample Store Layout: Typical Wal-Mart Supercenter

I’m looking for someone with the Math skills I need to calculate this project.  We go to our local Super Wal-Mart nearly every day in the winter.  It is our largest enclosed space and the best place for Virginia to walk.  She likes to use a cart, placing her left hand on the bar in order to give it some stimulation.  Once launched she usually walks in the largest orbit, racking up steps on her trusty pedometer.  Between the house and a Wal-Mart visit she can rest at night having done between 4000 and 8000 steps a day on average.  While she is walking the perimeter, I wander around the store.

Now the question posed is:  how many variations are there to how one can wander the aisles of a typical store?  Here is a sample floor plan—not exactly what we have here—but close enough for the rough estimation.

It would be consoling, perhaps, to have someone assure me that the variables are such that one could not repeat the combinations in a given lifetime of daily walkings.  Or in the years remaining in which I will be walking these floors.   Let  me just make up a number—1,879,455 possible combinations of turns and stretches, aisles and aislettes.  I suspect there are really more.  But a million is a good number.

I always notice something I had never noticed too.  Or often do.  Nothing special leaps out from today’s outing but yesterday I discovered in housewares that you can actually buy a large jar of Pickling Lime.  Never knew there was such a product.

There are endless people to watch, but the range of types is somewhat limited.  Last week I told one of my classes that I had a new part-time job:  Floor Walker for Wal-Mart, or Floor Populatizer.  Wal-Mart hires me and some others not to greet people at the door but to walk around and look like we are shopping and buying.  It makes customers feel better to know they are not alone, to feel the companionship, nay the communitarian good will and fellowship of being with other good shoppers who are walking not for exercise but for shopping.  We all know how “mall walking” has become well known and fallen into disfavor, especially among younger people, the people with the loose credit cards and money to burn.

Immediately my students called out that I was lying.  They didn’t believe me, didn’t believe that such a job would exist.

It should.  I will contact the Entrepreneural department of my university and ask them to help me draw up a business plan.  Consultant to the Big Boxes.  I like the sound of that on my business card.