The Cathedral


It was a bit of a slog, but I finally finished The Cathedral by J.K. Huysmans.

Unlike the works from his Decadent period, namely Against the Grain and The Damned, The Cathedral lacks that tasty frisson of sex and evil. It actually continues the story of Huysmans stand-in, Durtal, that was begun in The Damned. If you think of the four Durtal novels as a tetralogy, than The Cathedral is the third novel in the series.

Durtal is a writer of modest success but good connections who, in The Damned embarks on an affair with an upper class woman and the two of them explore the world of satanism and Black Masses.

Apparently, the second book, En Route, features a re-conversion by Durtal to Roman Catholicism. The Cathedral finds him living in Chartres, beneath the shadow of the great Cathedral, Notre Dame de Chartres.

The novel lacks much resembling a traditional plot. Mostly, it is a series of conversations between Durtal and himself and Durtal one or both of a pair of priests on Catholic symbolism, particularly the symbolism of the art, statuary, and architecture of the titular cathedral.

The long, constant discussions of odors, animals, gems, etc. and how they relate to particular saints, angels, and virtues can get tiring. There’s even a discussion of how to plant a garden to symbolize various attributes of the Virgin, Christ, and saints and apostles.

But beneath all that is an interesting story.

Durtal is bitter and restless and can only truly see meaning in art and literature and a particularly medieval style of Catholic worship. For all his efforts to be holy, everything is through this filter that stands between him and world. It should be noted that Chartres, cathedral aside, is depicted as a gray, lifeless, industrial town. Durtal seems to enjoy the self flagellation that living in such a lonely, culture-free locale entails for a man of art and learning.

It should be noted that the book ends with Durtal traveling with one of the priests to a convent and adjoining monastery where Durtal retires in the fourth book.

The Cathedral was actually one of the first books I purchased for my nook.

Where Goeth Florida?


Firstly, Florida is fertile ground for a resurgent Newt. It’s got a strong Tea Party presence. Its Republican primary electorate skews older, which means a lot more voters who will fondly remember Newt’s 1994 glory days.

But Florida is an expensive to run television ads based on the sheer number of markets and the relative expense of the bigger media markets and Mitt has more money.

The real question is the impact of those votes already cast. Vote by mail began before Newt won South Carolina and, until the other day, Mitt was leading in Florida.

A close race probably goes to Mitt, with his greater financial resources and the impact of those ‘pre-surge’ mail ballots.

Tuesday Morning Staff Meeting – Amazon Is Coming For Your Children


“We’re in Amazon’s sights and they’re going to kill us.”

Will the Kindle wreck book markets overseas?

Overseas bookstores try to adjust.

Indie bookstores should stop trying to compete with Amazon (but no one is saying they should quit).

Trying to physically measure the humors of love & sex and thinking one had succeeded (but actually being a little crazy).

Parking tickets are almost as bad in Los Angeles as they are in DC.

Do we want to be punished?

Kingdom Animalia Nominated for NBCC Award


A book recently read and an author who recently read from it at the Folger’s poetry series has been nominated for a National Book Critics Circle Award –  Kingdom Animalia by Aracelis Girmay.

I count myself pleased by the choice for the nomination.

Monday Morning Staff Meeting – It’s The Economy, Stupid. It’s Also Sex.


Marginal Revolution. You should be reading this.

Money is an illusion.

Four out of four economists agree.

Sexual politics and why people don’t call themselves liberal so much anymore.

Nothing To See Here


Will Xavi Be Remembered?


Xavi Hernandez, the heartbeat of the two greatest soccer teams in the world right now, one of whom is also a contender for the greatest team ever – Barcelona and the Spanish national team.

At age 31, he will certainly never win the Balon d’Or (golden ball), the award which is no generally recognized as the award for the player executing the best soccer over the past year. Not gonna happen.

But he is also recognized as having been worthy and as having provided the skills and moves that made the genius of those two teams possible, as well as the genius of the player who has won the award three years running (Lionel Messi).

A few years after he retires, no one will really remember him.

Why? Because his style is both understated and inimitable.

Understated in that, unlike players like Zinedine Zidane and Diego Maradona, he never drove mediocre teams to glory through sheer force of will and genius.

Inimitable not just in terms of talent, but in terms of style, and this is the crux of the matter.

You have to build your team around a player like Xavi. He played for Barcelona for a decade before ever being seen as the talent he is. Sure, people knew he was good, but good at what? He doesn’t score goals or provide bucketloads of assists. He doesn’t dominate the midfield with key interceptions and crunching tackles that stop the opposing team from scoring. What he does is maintain possession and keep the team ticking away like clockwork.

And that’s great. That’s amazing. But… you also need to put at least two, and probably three or four players in the team who will do all those things he doesn’t do.

You need tacklers, but he simply isn’t going to do that for you. And you need a bunch of people to score goals and make direct assists because he won’t do those very often either. All of sudden, you’ve dedicated a huge portion of your team to making room for a player who neither scores, creates, nor defends.

He will be forgotten because his work cannot be captured in highlight reels and because, when he retires, you will almost never see teams utilize a player like him again nor make space for a role like his again.

I wish he’d won the Balon d’Or in 2010, when Spain won the World Cup or in 2008 when they won the Euro. But he didn’t and now he won’t ever win it and in ten years he’ll be little more than a tiny footnote, despite once having been (in truth) the greatest player in the world.

Weekend Reading – Creativity, Science


Why I am so eccentric.

Outside physicists.

The Coffee Philosopher Goes Viral In A Very Minor Way! #Coffeephilosophy


My good friend @joshsulier has started a hashtag named after my nom de plume – #coffeephilosophy – for the wise and random musings that occur to one after that first cup of coffee.

I’ll have to start using that myself now.

Huzzah!

Cicero


I enjoy undersized old books. Hardbacks slightly larger than a trade paperback. That kind of thing.

One of them is a copy of Cicero. In this translation, it is called The Offices, though it is more often called On Duties. This one is a particularly fortunate copy. Partly because the introduction is by the Romantic writer Thomas De Quincey, who famously wrote Confessions of an English Opium Eater (in the old days before the internet, I searched for months for a copy before finding a big old folio style one).

Secondly, within it was a small picture, like a school picture, on page 125. The young man, comicly identified as ‘PUBLIC ENEMY #1’ looks like an ordinary, handsome young man from the fifties (this edition was printed in 1949). The book is inscribed with the name ‘Katherine Laule’ (in truth, I am unsure about the last name). Was this young man her boyfriend? Her brother?