Monday, March 24, 2008

Serious post to come soon, but for now...

Ok, I've been writing this post, comparing "Battlestar Galactica" to Gericault's The Raft of the Medusa (no, really!): it's got references to a Canadian Catholic author, G.K. Chesterton, and other important cultural icons. But it's taking a while. And in the meantime, I've been reading like a maniac.

I've decided that my reading style is "Serially Obsessive." I have tried to be Studious, and Considered, and Discplined, but without much success. When I find an author I like (happens at least twice a month, minimum), I read everything I can find by that author. One summer it was Chesterton. Last time it was EdgarRice Burroughs. And now it's Robertson Davies.

Allow me to clarify: I don't just read an author for a while then move on. I read their works obsessively for a while, then move on to a new obsession, but I still read and love the works of the author. For instance, I haven't obsessed over Chesterton in about a year, but I still read his books and enjoy them.

Anyway, this month's obsession is Robertson Davies, a Canadian author. I had read his book The Rebels Angels in my first year or two of college, and it stayed with me, though I could never decide whether I liked the book or not. Then, last month, I got a copy of his book Murther and Walking Spirits: it's next on the reading list for my church reading group.

I'm not sure what it was about the book that struck me. For lack of better words, I'll say it was the atmosphere and texture of the book. It felt like taking a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood you grew up in, in the gloaming of a warm summer night: bittersweet, funny, nostalgic (though not sappily so), and quintessentially human.

So of course, I went on Amazon and bought five of Davies' other works: The Cornish Trilogy, The Salterton Trilogy, The Deptford Trilogy, The Merry Heart (a collection of essays), and For Your Eye Alone (collection of letters). Right now I'm in the middle of Bred in the Bone, the middle work of the Cornish Trilogy (The Rebel Angels is the first in that trilogy, and I definately liked it the second time around). It is a delightful book,and Davies is a joy to read. There's something irrepressible in his writing, a passion that sometimes seems almost like a devilish glee. His observation of human life is astounding, and there's a real drollery there, too.

You can find a fine collection of quotations from Davies here:

Friday, February 29, 2008

Welcome to the new Blog

I'm hoping this will be a recreation of an old blog, started by Rachel Motte, and sadly now defunct. Shall we try again?
What I hope to do with this blog:
1. Provide an online resource to those interested in some form of classical education.
2. Provide a place for those classically educated so interested to talk, argue, debate, and generally make hash of ideas and current events.
3. To begin to answer for ourselves that age-old question of "How then should we live?"
It would be great if this were a group blog, so put in a comment if you're interested in posting. (Torrey Honors folks, you're automatically admitted as posters, just put in a comment and I'll add you.)
So...shall we begin?