White

A lingering question about the production of white paper in sixteenth century England made me very attentive to the following description of vellum production in an earlier period. This description is from Stephen Greenblatt The Swerve: How the World Became Modern.

The finest parchment, the one that made life easier for scribes and must have figured in their sweetest dreams, was made of calfskin and called vellum. And the best of the lot was uterine vellum, from the skins of aborted calves. Brilliantly white, smooth, and durable, these skins were reserved for the most precious books, ones graced with elaborate, gemlike miniatures and occasionally encased in covers encrusted with actual gems

My lingering question arouse from having read Emily Smith’s “Genre’s “Phantastical Garb”: The Fashion of Form in Margaret Cavendish’s Natures Pictures Drawn by Fancies Pencil to the Life” which appeared in Early Modern Literary Studies 11.3 (January, 2006). Smith argues that, in the text in question, female characters move from describing and displaying dress sense (as a mode of self-presentation) to writing as a form and venue for self-fashioning. Her argument holds well (the trajectory from fashion to discourse is indeed a motif and is fascinating in its recurrence). However I quibble with one point: Smith writes that Lady Deletia’s white gown is described as being “as white as paper” (“Through this gown, as white as paper and overwritten in silver embroidery with unintelligible yet divine signs, Lady Deletia’s body is written into being as something nearly divine in its spectacular beauty.”). This certainly adds credence to Smith’s account. In 2006, I emailed Smith at the address provided by the article but never received a reply. I asked “Is the simile yours or that of Margaret Cavendish?” I thought at the time that there might be an inadvertent anachronism since I wondered if bleached paper was available to the Duchess of Newcastle. I now realize, having consulted the text in question, that I was off track. There is mention of white paper in the text by Cavendish [and mention of white gowns but no mention of gowns as white as paper]. The link between attire and writing is implicit and passes via the figure of adornment. Cavendish has a character exhort:

Let me admonish you to be devout to the Name of great Fame, who is able to save or damn you: Wherefore be industrious in your Actions; let no opportunity slip you, neither in Schools, Courts, Cities, Camps, or several Climates, to gain the Favour of great Fame; offer up your several Conceptions upon her white Altars (I mean white Paper), sprinkling Golden Letters thereon; and let the Sense be as sweet Incense to her Deity.

For an impression of just how difficult it was to produce white paper from rags in the sixteenth century, one can consult Timothy Barrett, “European Papermaking Techniques 1300–1800“. I am particularly arrested by the factors that touch upon contact with the human body…

It is worth exploring the role washing soaps, diet, and personal hygiene may have played in affecting the nature of these old hempen and linen rags before they came to the paper mills. For instance, Fernand Braudel tells us that Europeans appear to have bathed less and less from the fifteenth and into the seventeenth century, and that public baths became less prevalent after the sixteenth century.

Unfortunately the historical traces are long gone but some speculative reconstruction and experimentation in paper making would be fascinating.

And so for day 810
02.03.2009

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Processing Ore

Hesperus has a lovely edition of Proust and Ruskin On Reading. Included in this edition is the lecture “Sesame and Lilies” by Ruskin with notes by Proust. In one passage Ruskin is discussing the difficulty of reading wise men who “always hide their deeper thought”. Proust comments at length and concludes:

Only desire and love give us the strength to make this effort; the only books we incorporate into ourselves are those we read with a genuine appetite, after having struggled to procure them for ourselves, so great was our need for them.

Proust turns the reader towards alimentary metaphors from what announces in Ruskin an extended conceit built on metallurgy.

There seems, to you and me, no reason why the electric forces of the earth should not carry whatever there is of gold within it at once to the mountain tops, so that kings and people might know that all the gold they could get was there; and without any trouble of digging, or anxiety, or chance, or waste of time, cut it away, and coin as much as they needed. But Nature does not manage it so. She puts it in little fissures in the earth, nobody knows where: you may dig long and find none; you must dig painfully to find any. […] And, keeping the figure a little longer, even at cost of tiresomeness, for it is a thoroughly useful one, the metal you are in search of being the author’s mind or meaning, his words are as the rock which you have to crush and smelt in order to get at it. And your pickaxes are your own care, wit and learning; your smelting furnace is your own thoughtful soul.

One is tempted to think of reading as a kind of mining and of writing as a species of hoarding. But the need for refining in the figure traced by Ruskin militates against an easy picking of amassed treasure. And so Proust’s turn to the alimentary figure is kin to the work of forge and crucible. As Jay Parini writes “There is also a strange but unmistakable connection between cooking and writing — writing, like cooking, is a bringing together of elemental substances for transmutation over a hot flame.” (from Some Necessary Angels excerpt in A Slice of Life).

And so for day 809
01.03.2009

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Inhaling

Bonnie Marranca in her preface to a collection of food writing entitled A Slice of Life offers this anecdote.

[T]wo summers ago in Nova Scotia, we stopped by the side of the road to have a picnic lunch with our traveling companions, a couple from Sardinia. The sea and air and sun were glorious. After we had eaten, everyone looked forward to a cup of coffee, even though there was only a jar of instant with us. But not a drop of water was to be had anywhere. Our friends were so desperate that they simply opened the coffee jar and took a deep breath, temporarily satisfying themselves with the aroma of memory.

One remove from a Barmecide feast.

And so for day 808
28.02.2009

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Fantasy Machines

Just what will replace the telephone book as a stimulus?

Whenever I’m asked what book I would take with me to a desert island, I reply, “The phone book: with all those characters, I could invent an infinite number of stories.”

Umberto Eco from the Charles Eliot Norton Lectures Six Walks in the Fictional Woods

And so for day 807
27.02.2009

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Laying Tracks Seizing Spaces

There is something akin to a mixture of imaginative labour in seizing through an almost casual and chance-like operation, the perfect occasion in Leonard Lawlor’s book on Derrida and Ricoeur. It is there in the summarizing he does at the end of Part I. He looks forward.

Thus, we are going to have to examine the explicit term Derrida substitutes for dialectic, dissemination. When we examine the notion of dissemination, as it is developed in “The Double Session,” we shall see that chance displaces imagination. This displacement is the difference between Ricoeur and Derrida.

And the sentences coming at the end of Part II perform a similar gesture in a retroactive mode.

The empty space between, what Ricoeur’s hermeneutics, perhaps hermeneutics in general, does not account for; empty space, what Derrida’s deconstruction, perhaps deconstruction in general including that of Heidegger, counts on. This brings us to one more difference between the thought of Ricoeur and Derrida: hermeneutics, the endless questioning of the one principle, of the monarch; deconstruction, the infinite response to the lack of a principle, to anarchy.

Both passages lifted in an almost aleatory manner to be presented to the luck of the reader: from Imagination and Chance: the Difference between the Thought of Ricoeur and Derrida.

And so for day 806
26.02.2009

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On Bait

I like how the quest for appreciation takes shape in this remark from James Merrill. I can imagine the archness in the voice (Unfortunately I only have the print booklet from the Random House AudioBooks volume in the series “The Voice of the Poet” and it’s not clear that these clever bits set in grey text boxes were part of the recording as one assumes the poems were). In any case one can hear the meaningful pause…

Think what one has to do to get a mass audience. I’d rather have one perfect reader. Why dynamite the pond in order to catch that single silver carp? Better to find a bait that only the carp will take. One still has plenty of choices. The carp at Fontainebleau were thought to swallow small children, whole.

What a blast!

And so for day 805
25.02.2009

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Spirit-Made Flesh

Edmund White City Boy on Balanchine and the art of choreography:

In a quite different way I suppose he was showing us how the supreme manifestations of the mind require sweat and muscles, how the spatial and temporal meditations of an old man can be realized only by willing young bodies with flushed cheeks and taut rumps and long necks and a good turnout.

The implied Platonism is only superficial. This is about dedication to craft and guidance.

And so for day 804
24.02.2009

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Details

Taking this celebration of the interesting bits as an injunction to pay attention to details, I lifted it out of the specific context of not concentrating “either exclusively or primarily on those points that appear to be the most ‘important,’ ‘central,’ ‘crucial.'”

Rather, I deconcentrate, and it is the secondary, eccentric, lateral, marginal, parasitic, borderline cases which are ‘important’ to me and are a source of many things, such as pleasure, but also insight into the general functioning of a textual system.

Of course this sentence from Jacques Derrida Limited Inc does not mention “details”.

And so for day 803
23.02.2009

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Blinkers

The epigraph to Rabih Alameddine Koolaids: The Art of War

I wonder if being sane means
disregarding the chaos of life
pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality.

Of course compulsively obsessing about a segment is a form of madness hence the delightful ironic twist of the epigraph.

And so for day 802
22.02.2009

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Weather Watching

The characters in Jane Austen’s novels are susceptible to changes in the weather. Indeed, their ability to read the weather or talk about the weather proves important in plotting. Two examples.

Take Marianne’s proclivity for bracing walks hampered in Sense and Sensibility:

[…] and an evening merely cold or damp would not have deterred her from it; but a heavy and settled rain even she could not fancy dry or pleasant weather for walking.

Our second example, upon re-reading the novel, provides warning against the facile charm of conversing about the weather — Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice:

Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated himself; and the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its being a wet night, and on the probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest, most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker.

Sunshine does not generate such attention.

And so for day 801
21.02.2009

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