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Where Every Night Is Ladies’ Night, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
June 17, 2015
On the Shelf
Thomas Rowlandson,
The Covent Garden Night Mare
, 1784.
Máirtín Ó Cadhain’s 1949
Cré na Cille
is a landmark work of Irish modernism, available now in a new translation called
The Dirty Dust
. It’s a must-read for connoisseurs of decomposition: “
All the characters are dead and speaking from inside their coffins
, which are interred in a graveyard in Connemara, on Ireland’s west coast. The novel has no physical action or plot, but rather some 300 pages of cascading dialogue without narration, description, stage direction, or any indication of who’s speaking when.” If there’s an afterlife, let’s hope God isn’t a modernist.
Of course, the God of antiquity wasn’t such a stand-up guy, either. The Bible finds Jesus promising a rich man “
treasure in heaven
” if only he’ll give to the poor in life. Somewhere along the line, that caveat fell by the wayside: “By the third century, however, in both Judaism and Christianity, the gesture of giving had become miniaturized, as it were. One did not have to perform feats of heroic self-sacrifice or charity to place treasure in heaven. Small gifts would do … Heaven was thus not only a place of great treasure houses, it included prime real estate in a state of continuous construction due to almsgiving performed on earth by means of common, coarse money.”
If you were a woman wandering the streets of eighteenth-century London at night, you were generally taken for a prostitute. A 1754 book called
The Midnight-Ramble: or, The Adventures of Two Noble Females: Being a True and Impartial Account of their Late Excursion through the Streets of London and Westminster
—
almost certainly written by a man, of course—supposedly aimed to rebuke young ladies for their wanton behavior.
But it probably only served to encourage them—these “noble females” seem to have had a great time after dark
:
“
The two women resolve to disguise themselves as monks in order to monitor their husbands’ nocturnal activities in the city. In prosecuting this plan, they commission their milliner, Mrs Flim, whose name signals that she is adept at idle deception, to bring them ‘ordinary Silk Gowns, close Capuchins, and black Hats.’ And, having taken care ‘to exhilerate their Spirits with a Bottle of excellent Champain,’ the three of them set off in pursuit of the men.”
Elizabeth Taylor wrote twelve novels and several collections of stories, but her name recognition was compromised—turns out there was a certain actress who also happened to go by Elizabeth Taylor. “Another, more eventful world intrudes from time to time in the form of fan letters to the other Elizabeth Taylor,” she wrote. “
Men write to me and ask for a picture of me in my bikini
. My husband thinks I should send one and shake them, but I have not got a bikini.”
Francine Prose on Felix Moeller’s new documentary
Forbidden Films
, a harrowing study of
the cinema of Nazi indoctrination
: “One of the most fascinating and disturbing sequences in
Forbidden Films
deals with
Ich Klage An
(1941),
I Accuse
, a film that was used to foster public discussions of euthanasia and to persuade the German public of the necessity of the Nazi euthanasia program. In the film, a doctor’s young and beautiful wife, afflicted with multiple sclerosis, begs her husband to ‘release’ her before her sufferings increase and she degenerates into an unrecognizable version of herself … ‘Her suffering was inhumane,’ the doctor claims in his own defense. ‘That is why I released her.’ During the period that the film was being produced and shown, the Nazis had already murdered, or would subsequently murder, a total of some 70,000 people … ”
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