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Monday 16 December 2019

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie - FILM AND BOOK










THE PRIME OF MISS JEAN BRODIE (2oth Century-Fox 1969) Fox ...

It is the early 1930s. At the Marcia Blaine School, located in Edinburgh, Scotland, a class of ten-year-old girls begins two years of instruction with Miss Jean Brodie, a charismatic teacher at the Junior school who claims again and again to be in her “prime.” She provides her pupils with an energetic if unorthodox education in unauthorized topics as various as poetry, makeup, Italian fascism under Mussolini, and her own love life, believing that Goodness, Truth, and Beauty are of supreme value, and that the arts hold a higher place than the sciences. In time, Miss Brodie singles out six girls as special to her, and who she intends to mold into “‘the crème de la crème’”: Sandy Stranger, Rose Stanley, Mary Macgregor, Jenny Gray, Monica Douglas, and Eunice Gardiner. These girls come to be known as the Brodie set, whom Miss Brodie culturally develops and confides in. However, in one of the novel’s characteristic prolepses (fast-forwards), we learn that one of these girls will eventually betray Miss Brodie, though Miss Brodie never learns which.

The girls’ other teachers at the Junior school include the art master, the handsome, sophisticated Mr. Teddy Lloyd, a Roman Catholic who lost his arm during World War I, as well as the singing master, the short-legged and long-bodied Mr. Gordon Lowther. Both of these men come to love Miss Brodie, but Miss Brodie is passionate only about Teddy Lloyd, whom she commends for his artistic nature. The two kiss once, as witnessed by Monica Douglas, but Miss Brodie soon renounces her love for Teddy Lloyd, as he is married with six children. Instead, she commences an affair with the unmarried Mr. Lowther during a two-week leave of absence (although she claims that her absence is due to illness).
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Meanwhile, the highly imaginative, psychologically penetrating Sandy becomes increasingly obsessed with Miss Brodie’s love life, going so far as to imagine her teacher having sexual intercourse. At one point in their two years in the Junior school, Sandy’s best friend Jenny is accosted by a man exposing his genitals to her near the Water of Leith (a river that runs through Edinburgh), an incident investigated by a female policewoman. Sandy falls in love with the idea of this policewoman, and imagines that she is on the police force alongside her, with the purpose of preventing sex altogether. She also imagines that she and her invented policewoman should investigate the love affair between Miss Brodie and Mr. Lowther.

At the age of twelve, the girls leave Miss Brodie’s class and graduate to the Senior school, taught by teachers like the excellent science instructor Miss Lockhart, all of whom are committed to the authorized curriculum as Miss Brodie was not. Nonetheless, the girls retain their group identity as the Brodie set, even though they have nothing in common save being picked out by Miss Brodie, whom they visit extracurricularly as they did as students at the Junior school, going with her to the ballet and the like.

The headmistress of Blaine, Miss Mackay, has all the while been fostering a professional disapproval of Miss Brodie’s educational methods and scorn for the group identity of her six special girls; she wishes Miss Brodie would leave Blaine to teach at a progressive school, but Miss Brodie dismisses the idea. Consequently, Miss Mackay attempts to pump the Brodie girls for incriminating facts about their former teacher that might allow her to dismiss Miss Brodie. Miss Mackay also attempts to break the Brodie set up. Both attempts fail; the Brodie girls are unflaggingly loyal to their beloved teacher and to the principles of individualism, love, and loyalty she instilled in them.

Miss Brodie’s love affair with Mr. Lowther continues; when the sewing teachers at Blaine, the sisters Miss Ellen and Alison Kerr, begin to work as housekeepers for Mr. Lowther, and encroach on Miss Brodie’s exclusive claim to him, she asserts her influence by coming to Mr. Lowther’s house whenever the Kerr sisters are there so that she can oversee them. She criticizes them for skimping on their employer’s meals, and sets about fattening Mr. Lowther up. She also begins to invite her special girls, now thirteen years old, to socialize with her in pairs at her paramour’s house. She asks them often about Mr. Lloyd, for several of the girls, especially Rose Stanley, have begun to sit for portraits with their art teacher. Miss Brodie especially enjoys hearing about how each face Mr. Lloyd paints strangely resembles her own. One day in Mr. Lloyd’s studio, Sandy points this fact out to Mr. Lloyd himself, glaring at him insolently; Mr. Lloyd kisses the young girl, and she doesn’t know what to think about it.

As the girls grow from thirteen to fourteen, fourteen to fifteen, Miss Brodie determines that she can trust Sandy absolutely as her informant and confidant. Miss Brodie is also becoming increasingly fixated on the idea that Rose—as the most instinctual of the Brodie set and famous for sex (although Rose has no interest in sex)—should have a love affair with Mr. Lloyd as her, Miss Brodie’s, proxy. Miss Brodie additionally plans on

Sandy being her informant regarding the affair. Indeed, so fixated does Miss Brodie become on this strange plan that she neglects Mr. Lowther, who, to everyone’s surprise, soon becomes engaged to the Senior school science instructor Miss Lockhart.

During this time, another girl, the “rather mad” and delinquent Joyce Emily Hammond, is sent by her rich parents to Blaine as a last resort. She desperately wants to attach herself to the Brodie set, but they won’t have anything to do with her. Miss Brodie, however, will. She spends time with Joyce Emily one-on-one, and privately encourages her in her desire to run away and fight in the Spanish Civil War under Francisco Franco’s Nationalist banner (Miss Brodie admires Franco, who like Mussolini is a fascist). Swiftly and shockingly, Joyce Emily does so, only to be killed when the train she is traveling in is attacked. The school holds a remembrance service for her.

The Brodie girls, having turned seventeen and upon entering their final year at Blaine, begin to drift apart. Mary Macgregor and Jenny Gray leave before taking their final exams, Mary to become a typist, Jenny to enroll at a school of dramatic art. Monica Douglas becomes a scientist, and Eunice Gardiner becomes a nurse and marries a doctor. Rose makes a good marriage, and easily shakes off Miss Brodie’s influence. Sandy decides to pursue psychology.

During this period, both Sandy and Rose, now eighteen years of age, continue to go to Mr. Lloyd’s house to model for him. One day, alone with Mr. Lloyd while his wife and children are on holiday, Sandy commences a love affair with him, usurping Rose’s role in Miss Brodie’s plan (Rose never had any erotic feelings for Mr. Lloyd in any case, nor he for her). The two carry on for five weeks during the summer and even once Mr. Lloyd’s wife and children return home. But by the end of the year Sandy loses interest in Mr. Lloyd as a man, becoming more and more exclusively interested in his painter’s mind, as well as in his obsession with Miss Brodie as it is documented on his canvases. She eventually leaves Teddy altogether, but takes with her his Roman Catholic beliefs.

That following autumn, Sandy approaches Miss Mackay and announces for reasons never made explicit that she is interested “‘in putting a stop to Miss Brodie.’” She tells Miss Mackay about Miss Brodie’s side interest in fascist politics and suggests that by following up on this lead Miss Mackay will at last have the incriminating evidence she needs to dismiss Miss Brodie. And indeed, presumably connecting Miss Brodie to Joyce Emily’s running away, Miss Mackay at last succeeds in forcing Miss Brodie to retire. Sandy’s betrayal is complete, and it won’t be until the end of World War II, when she is near death, that Miss Brodie can bring herself to think that it was her most intimate confidant Sandy who betrayed her.

By middle age, Sandy is the author of a famous psychological treatise entitled “The Transfiguration of the Commonplace”; she is also a Roman Catholic nun called Saint Helena of the Transfiguration. Over the years, she receives several visitors at her convent, mostly Brodie girls, and invariably conversation turns to Miss Brodie: Sandy suggests that Miss Brodie was silly but also an enlarging presence, yet she also suggests that she nor any other Brodie girl owed Miss Brodie any loyalty. One day, a young man comes to the convent to interview Sandy about her famous work in psychology, asking her at one point, “‘What were the main influences of your schooldays, Sister Helena? Were they literary or political or personal? Was it Calvinism?’” Sandy responds: “‘There was a Miss Jean Brodie in her prime’”; it would seem that she of all the Brodie set was most deeply influenced by their strange, charismatic teacher.





Sunday 15 December 2019

Huxley's Brave New World













Overpopulation, manipulative politics, imbalances of societal power, addictive drugs, even more addictive technologies: these and other developments have pushed not just democracy but civilization itself to the brink. Or at least author Aldous Huxley saw it that way, and he told America so when he appeared on The Mike Wallace Interview in 1958. (You can also read a transcript here.) "There are a number of impersonal forces which are pushing in the direction of less and less freedom," he told the newly famous news anchor, "and I also think that there are a number of technological devices which anybody who wishes to use can use to accelerate this process of going away from freedom, of imposing control."



Huxley's best-known novel Brave New World has remained relevant since its first publication in 1932.















Tuesday 10 December 2019

The Golden Bough



Frazer attempted to define the shared elements of religious belief and scientific thought, discussing fertility rites, human sacrifice, the dying god, the scapegoat, and many other symbols and practices whose influences had extended into 20th-century culture.[2] His thesis is that old religions were fertility cults that revolved around the worship and periodic sacrifice of a sacred king. Frazer proposed that mankind progresses from magic through religious belief to scientific thought.[2]

Frazer's thesis was developed in relation to J. M. W. Turner's painting of The Golden Bough, a sacred grove where a certain tree grew day and night. It was a transfigured landscape in a dream-like vision of the woodland lake of Nemi, "Diana's Mirror", where religious ceremonies and the "fulfillment of vows" of priests and kings were held.[3]

The king was the incarnation of a dying and reviving god, a solar deity who underwent a mystic marriage to a goddess of the Earth. He died at the harvest and was reincarnated in the spring. Frazer claims that this legend of rebirth is central to almost all of the world's mythologies.

Frazer based his thesis on the pre-Roman priest-king at the fane of Nemi, who was ritually murdered by his successor:


When I first put pen to paper to write The Golden Bough I had no conception of the magnitude of the voyage on which I was embarking; I thought only to explain a single rule of an ancient Italian priesthood. (Aftermath, p. vi)

Monday 2 December 2019

why dreams in novels bore us



Guido vitiello, researcher and essayist

2 December 2019 

Dear bibliopathologist,

when in a novel I find the story of a dream, I jump to even. What a bore those useless digressions that add nothing to the narrative! And when I find that I have devoted time to a dream, because the witty writer only reveals it at the end, I get angry

– Giulia


Dear Julia,

I’ve read the interpretation of Freud’s dreams, bypassing as much as possible the descriptions of patients' dreams. Reckless, right? The fact is, other people’s dreams are boring. But to understand what makes us allergic to the dreams told in the books, we start by asking ourselves why they are so frustrating in so-called real life, when it is a friend who tells them. In the morning it comes to us all radiant, eyes still lost in the hesitant light of the sleeper, as if he had just visited a wonderful country. This is, in fact: he experienced a place truer than the real one, which appeared to him in very vivid colours, and he quivers to put us apart. Yet the moment he begins to describe it is the crossroads from which two disappointments diverge: his, who cannot find the right words and who, in the effort to unravel it, almost loses the thread of the dream within himself; ours, that we expected a fairy tale and gradually we find ourselves faced with an uneven tangle of incongruous words, illogical connections, abstruse images.


What lies between his disappointment and ours? Literature, in fact. That is the art of making vivid for others a vision that has dominated our minds. This is why I am better disposed towards the dreams told in novels than towards the dream materials collected by psychoanalysts.


If life is a dream, we read on Strindberg Island of the Dead, then theatre is the dream of a dream. Literature is the same. But we do not ask writers to tell us the dreams so that they seem like dreams, pushing us even further into the grey skies of abstraction; rather, we expect them to tell us so that they seem true, that’s how that friend couldn’t do it. It will not be an accident if the only exciting dreams we encounter in novels are those who do nothing to resemble the miserable dreamlike debris that we get toghether at awakening, but rather sound like novels in the novel; those dreams, that is, where the literary artifice– the somnium fictum– multiplies the intensity instead of attenuating it. Try comparing the dream of Hans castorp in the Enchanted Mountain, with the hags tearing a child to shreds in a temple, to any exercise in surrealist dreamlike transcription, and you’ll see what I mean.



But here, of course, my tastes speak, indeed my taste. If you want to cultivate your own, and give a second chance to the literary dreams that are so steamy, I suggest you read them as autonomous stories, not as digressions in a larger story. The anthology of Borges Libro di sogni and the ninety-five examples collected by Marco hagge in the appendix to the essay Il sogno e la scrittura (sansoni, 1986) are to my knowledge the best pillows on which to recline the head. Dreams of the gold!




The bibliopathologist answers is a post on cultural perversions. If you want to submit your cases, write to g.vitiello@internazionale.it.




he writes in italian in:
https://www.internazionale.it/bloc-notes/guido-vitiello/2019/12/02/sogni-nei-romanzi

Monday 18 November 2019

PENNAC + SUSKIN - 1 FILM + 3 BOOKS


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Pennac, in the essay, deals with the problem of how we can help young people find the love for reading with alternative methods from the point of view of both novelist and professor, trying to reproduce "books as friends and not as bricks" . The book must be part of the formation of man, which starts from the child, to whom the parents read the fairy tales, to pass to the adolescent, who rebels and fights against the monotony of the compulsory school texts, up to the true reader.




When it comes to reading, we readers agree all rights, starting with those denied to young people who claim to want to start reading.


The right not to read

The right to skip pages

The right not to finish the book

The right to reread

The right to read anything

The right to bovarianism (textually contagious disease)

The right to read anywhere

The right to nibble

The right to read aloud

The right to remain silent






A policeman on a mission of mercy is shot dead at point-blank range by a sweet granny on a frosty morning. The neighbourhood, Paris's bubbling Belleville quarter, is already in uproar, because half a dozen other grannies have been found with their shrivelled throats slit. Into this tense situation stumbles Benjamin Malaussene, with his overly complicated life: his multitude of dependant siblings, their fecund and scatty mother, his stinking epileptic dog, Julius, and his journalist lover Julie, who would dearly like to keep all these complications to a minimum. Benjamin's unusual profession - that of a scapegoat in a publishing house - makes him the ideal person to be framed for just about everything, and he is. Meanwhile, two policemen are putting their all into solving the case: Van Thian, a cop ingeniously disguised, and his cherubic partner Pastor. The criminal galaxy explodes (not to mention the Paris police force) when the anarchic worlds of Benjamin, Julie, Thian, Pastor and the whole of Belleville finally collide...


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... in the fleeting realm of smells.
At the time we are talking about, in the city there was a barely conceivable stench for us moderns. The streets smelled of manure, the inner courtyards of urine, the trumpets of rotten wood and of dung of rats, the kitchens of cabbage gone bad and of fat of mutton; the unventilated rooms smelled of stale dust, the bedrooms of greasy sheets, the damp of the duvets and the pungent and sweetish smell of chamber pots. From the chimneys came the stench of sulfur, from the tanneries came the stench of solvents, from slaughterhouses stench of congealed blood. People smelled of sweat and unwashed clothes; from the mouths came a smell of broken teeth, from the stomachs a stink of onion and from the bodies, when they were no longer so young, came a smell of old cheese and sour milk and tumor diseases.

The rivers smelled, the squares smelled, the churches smelled, there was stench under the bridges and in the buildings. The peasant smelled like the priest, the apprentice like the master's wife, he smelled all the nobility, even the king stank, he smelled like a ferocious animal, and the queen like an old goat, both in summer and winter. In fact, in the eighteenth century, no limits had yet been placed on the disruptive action of bacteria, and so there was no human activity, be it constructive or destructive, or a manifestation of life on the rise or in decline, which was not accompanied by the stench....




Wednesday 30 October 2019

John Niven....








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A group of women aged from their mid-teens to advanced eighties get to behave in a thoroughly disreputable fashion...





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Friday 25 October 2019

Tale of Genji

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... And then, six-hundred years earlier, there appeared what many consider to be the first novel ever written, The Tale of Genji, which “covers almost three quarters of a century,” notes translator Edward Seidensticker in an introduction to his 1976 edition. “The first forty-one chapters have to do with the life and loves of the nobleman known as ‘the shining Genji,’” the son of an emperor. We follow Genji... 
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Marguerite Yourcenar wrote 
one tale that is the following of Genji
in the oriental tales...






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