Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added) is the best-kept secret
among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture Marly Youmans is a novelist and poet out of sync with the times
but in tune with the ages. --First Things

Monday, August 01, 2016

Rabbit, rabbit--

August first so soon! It's time to begin a novel, time to read four books by writers I have not read before and get the reviews in by month's end, time to figure out what to do with some poetry manuscripts . . . time to hunker down and improve the time.

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  1. Take it from someone who once dressed up as the White Rabbit for a few weeks, take a deep breath, check your watch, take your time, keep an eye out for Alice, and do not worry about being late even though you seem to have so much to do. All the best to you up there from someone way down here.

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    1. Oh, I love that--I had and have a huge love for Alice and her strange companions. (Way up? I imagine we're wandering the same ground!)

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  2. Hear, hear. It's frustrating when the projects pile up, but satisfying once you send them all out into the world. (Last night I finally carved out time to proofread and submit a manuscript to a scholarly journal--two years after I decided, on a whim, to translate the poem it's about. And so the mind this morning is just a little bit clearer...)

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    1. Oh, that's good! It is lovely when one is organized! I'm not at the moment--very weird week in which large things keep going very wrong--but shall be soon, I hope.

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  3. i'm remembering whatsis name rowing a boat to Sweden from Italy in "Catch 22"; he was the character who repeatedly disassembled and reassembled a small pump because he said it made time go slower when he was bored... so i wonder, as i have for 70 some years, is it better to be busy or contemplative?

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    1. Yes, it is better to be busy or contemplative!

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    2. Yes, both are good! And it would be lovely if every day held both modes...

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    3. blush... i didn't see that; proof that the mind doesn't control the fingers...

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  4. This summer is really flying by for me. I need to make time to send some manuscripts to publishers but every day, before I know it, the day is over.

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    1. Exactly. It has been tumultuous here! And I keep veering from family needs to scheduled events... I need more work time.

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  5. Cobbler stick to your last. It isn't necessary to be international all the time and England - for the moment or perhaps for ever - may not deserve your literary friendship. In contemplating the Leporidae theme, you shouldn't neglect your next-door neighbour, the blessed Sir John of Tarbox, the onlie-begetter of a very ambiguous hero yclept Angstrom.

    I, who swooned at the tetralogy, have had great great difficulty in preaching the Sir John gospel. "Surely," I said to an antipathetic acquaintance, "it's a heck of an achievement to have written heroically and seriously about a Toyota dealer." My acquaintance shook his adamantine head. "I don't think he should have done it."

    Are you going to be my most recent failure? My brother reached book three and then drew the veil. Oh say not! At least give Sir John credit for The Poorhouse Fair, written so convincingly about old age when he himself was a mere stripling. Say not.

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    1. I was not even thinking of Rabbit Angstrom, just of the old folk custom of saying "rabbit, rabbit" at month's start! At one time I read a good bit of Updike but have not read the whole tetralogy. Shan't remedy that now--too busy--but perhaps later...

      I am being quite friendly to England at the moment, or at least to Wales, as two of the books I am reviewing are for a Welsh publication and by a Welshman. I haven't read them yet, so I can affirm total friendliness! Hope that lasts.

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.