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Dying in a National Park Is Very Unpleasant, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
November 13, 2015
On the Shelf
A postcard made between 1930 and 1945.
Flogging! Embezzling! The public humiliation of a churchman named John Winterbottom! These and more await you in
an unpublished story by Charlotte Brontë
, discovered in the “much-treasured” pages of the family copy of Robert Southey’s
The Remains of Henry Kirke White
. There’s a new poem, too: “The pieces have been dated to 1833, when Charlotte would have been around seventeen … Historian Juliet Barker, author of the biography
The Brontës
, said that ‘the book alone is a valuable acquisition because of its rare associations with Mrs Brontë ’ … According to the Brontë Society, the Southey title is one of Maria’s ‘rare surviving possessions,’ after a box containing all her property was shipwrecked off the Devon coast shortly before she married Patrick Brontë in 1812. It also features Patrick’s Latin inscription, reading that it was ‘the book of my dearest wife and it was saved from the waves. So then it will always be preserved.’ ”
Today in national parks and the macabre: “For years, I’ve been an avid reader of what I call the
Death in …
books. It’s not quite an actual series—there are four so far, from three different publishers—but the
Death in …
books all do the same thing:
They chronicle accidents, murders and mishaps in several of America’s most treasured national parks, giving us
Death in Yellowstone
,
Death in Yosemite
,
Death in the Grand Canyon
, and
Death in Big Bend
. The Yellowstone, Yosemite and Grand Canyon books purport to chronicle every single death (excluding illness and car accidents) from the mid-nineteenth century onward, sorted into chapters by type: flash floods, bear maulings, murder, falls, poison gas and so on … The
Death in …
books are morbid documents, and their authors’ defensiveness about that only proves the point. But what’s so wrong with being morbid?”
“One thinks, usually, of drizzle being the opposite of thick, and of being lazy and gentle rather than sudden and sweeping. Still, an admirable deployment of the gerund.” That’s Christian Lorentzen,
dismantling one of seventeen opening lines from new books
. (In this case, the line is from Lauren Groff’s
Fates and Furies
: “A thick drizzle from the sky, like a curtain’s sudden sweeping.”) Look away, children.
Sixty-five years after its publication, the childbirth scene from Barbara Comyns’s
Our Spoons Came from Woolworths
still has everyone talking—and it resonates with contemporary literature: “Winding up in a public hospital, Sophia [
Spoons
’s heroine] is prodded, rebuked, and shamed for her body’s involuntary actions. It’s a setting in which women giving birth are seen either as docilely on track, or deviant … [This] brings to mind Maggie Nelson’s query in …
The Argonauts
, about the process of childbirth: ‘
How can an experience so profoundly strange and wild and transformative also symbolize or enact the ultimate conformity
?’ … Ferrante, for one, has said that her heroines don’t suffer so much as struggle. Comyns enacts the opposite: arguably, her characters suffer. Sophia exits each chapter of her life and enters a new one clearly exhausted, clearly in pain, and yet we don’t see her thrashing much. Her narration is triumphant proof that she has made it through, but the way out is seeded with resignation.”
A note to the bagpipers: listen, let’s not beat around the bush. There are times when ordinary, run-of-the-mill bagpiping will suffice, and there are times when life calls for
extreme bagpiping
. Those are the times I want to hear about. I’m talking about bagpiping on the beaches of Normandy during D-Day. I’m talking about bagpiping in Antarctica with a penguin beside you. I’m talking about bagpiping on the International fucking Space Station.
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