Compulsively Aimless is devoted to amateur attempts at short poems and random excursions through my bookshelf. The book lists in no way represent complete, well-thought out collection on any particular subject but are what I happen to have on my shelf. Expect lists devoted to travel, adventure, America, history and the unusual.
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Where We Lived: Essays on Places, Henry Allen
Henry Allen has deftly told you his family story and perhaps your family story as well.
Where We Live is a concise string of pictures painted about childhood homes, the home of his grandparents, his father's Navy Ship from WWII, his college dorm, and summer homes.
His descriptions of time and memories put into words the thoughts and feelings you may have had about had associated with family and places lived. I had to pause after reading his essay on summer homes. It truly caused me to put the book down and pause and think about these summer places where all of our good memories reside but seem so fleeting.
A book that will enhance your own view of where you've lived.
Wednesday, February 12, 2020
Left Hand, Right Hand! by Osbert Sitwell
Difficult for me to add much as a reviewer but it is a fascinating glimpse into an aristocratic family and the Victorian-era childhood of Sir Osbert Sitwell. For a reader in 2020, the high style of the writing can be almost as challenging as Shakespearian verse to move through. Long, meandering sentences with colons, semi-colons, dashes, and ellipses, and loaded with vocabulary so rich, you might feel like you're coming down with verbal gout. Sir Sitwell is highly perceptive of nature, his family history, and the artistic scene at the time. The final chapter of the book focuses on a family portrait painted by John Singer Sargent. The portrait was a sign of status for the parents but the childhood glimpse of the great artist by a young Osbert and his sister Edith influenced them later in life to become artists in their own right. I'll have to let this one sit for a while before I decide on whether I have the stamina to read the other five volumes. In any case, I'm glad there were writers like Osbert Sitwell with his sensibilities about the world giving us a slice of life that must now sound like an alien world to an audience a little more than a hundred years later.
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