{"id":86742,"date":"2015-06-17T07:59:53","date_gmt":"2015-06-17T11:59:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=86742"},"modified":"2015-06-17T10:34:09","modified_gmt":"2015-06-17T14:34:09","slug":"where-every-night-is-ladies-night-and-other-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2015\/06\/17\/where-every-night-is-ladies-night-and-other-news\/","title":{"rendered":"Where Every Night Is Ladies\u2019 Night, and Other News"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_86744\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/coventgardennightmare.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-86744\" class=\"wp-image-86744\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/coventgardennightmare.jpg\" alt=\"coventgardennightmare\" width=\"600\" height=\"426\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/coventgardennightmare.jpg 800w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/coventgardennightmare-300x213.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-86744\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Thomas Rowlandson, <i>The Covent Garden Night Mare<\/i>, 1784.<\/p><\/div>\n<ul>\n<li>M\u00e1irt\u00edn \u00d3 Cadhain\u2019s 1949 <em>Cr\u00e9 na Cille<\/em> is a landmark work of Irish modernism, available now in a new translation called <em>The Dirty Dust<\/em>. It\u2019s a must-read for connoisseurs of decomposition: \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.themillions.com\/2015\/06\/may-it-not-rest-in-peace-on-mairtin-o-cadhains-cre-na-cille.html\">All the characters are dead and speaking from inside their coffins<\/a>, which are interred in a graveyard in Connemara, on Ireland\u2019s 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\u2019s speaking when.\u201d If there\u2019s an afterlife, let\u2019s hope God isn\u2019t a modernist.<\/li>\n<li>Of course, the God of antiquity wasn\u2019t such a stand-up guy, either. The Bible finds Jesus promising a rich man \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.laphamsquarterly.org\/philanthropy\/treasure-heaven\">treasure in heaven<\/a>\u201d if only he\u2019ll give to the poor in life. Somewhere along the line, that caveat fell by the wayside: \u201cBy the third century, however, in both Judaism and Christianity, the gesture of giving had become\u00a0miniaturized, 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 \u2026 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.\u201d<\/li>\n<li>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 <em>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<\/em><em>\u2014<\/em>almost certainly written by a man, of course\u2014supposedly aimed to rebuke young ladies for their wanton behavior. <a href=\"http:\/\/publicdomainreview.org\/2015\/06\/03\/the-nightwalker-and-the-nocturnal-picaresque\/\">But it probably only served to encourage them\u2014these \u201cnoble females\u201d seem to have had a great time after dark<\/a>:<em> \u201c<\/em>The two women resolve to disguise themselves as monks in order to monitor their husbands\u2019 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 \u2018ordinary Silk Gowns, close Capuchins, and black Hats.\u2019 And, having taken care \u2018to exhilerate their Spirits with a Bottle of excellent Champain,\u2019 the three of them set off in pursuit of the men.\u201d<\/li>\n<li>Elizabeth Taylor wrote twelve novels and several collections of stories, but her name recognition was compromised\u2014turns out there was a certain actress who also happened to go by Elizabeth Taylor. \u201cAnother, more eventful world intrudes from time to time in the form of fan letters to the other Elizabeth Taylor,\u201d she wrote. \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/books\/page-turner\/how-the-other-elizabeth-taylor-reconciled-family-life-and-art\">Men write to me and ask for a picture of me in my bikini<\/a>. My husband thinks I should send one and shake them, but I have not got a bikini.\u201d<\/li>\n<li>Francine Prose on Felix Moeller\u2019s new documentary <em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2015\/05\/29\/staff-picks-peasantry-propaganda-playground-crises\/\">Forbidden Films<\/a><\/em>, a harrowing study of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/blogs\/nyrblog\/2015\/jun\/12\/nazi-propaganda-moeller-forbidden-films\/\">the cinema of Nazi indoctrination<\/a>: \u201cOne of the most fascinating and disturbing sequences in <em>Forbidden Films<\/em> deals with <em>Ich Klage An<\/em> (1941), <em>I Accuse<\/em>, 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. 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