curricula & cases

Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:04:16 +0000

    '…My question is, do we "have to" ascribe the worst
    possible motives to an action at all times?…'

    Yes, it's a pretty safe guide, Jim.  In the undying words
    of my hero, Sigmund Freud, most of humanity is trash.
    Will's practice of admiring & respecting everybody,
    regardless of their merit, is really only for the genuine,
    certified saints of this world.  Not for the likes of you
    & me.

    I belong to four other 'literary' groups: the Jane Austen,
    the Trollope & the two Hemingways.  On only one of these
    (Ernest-L) have I ever seen - & then very rarely indeed -
    the all lower case posting.  It was as striking as a chap
    walking into a shop without his clothes.  Nudism may be
    a fine, natural way of living but encountered in the high
    street it does raise a few questions.   Or are we to assume
    that Salinger attracts a larger proportion of the vegetarian,
    sandal-wearing, Foucault-reading, green-ink brigade?

    On the question of reading tastes, may I offer a personal
    confession?

    For years I'd heard Henry James & Marcel Proust
    commended by the cognoscenti.  Yet I never managed to get
    beyond the first chapter or so of either.  Then, rather
    to my amazement, I read somewhere that Graham Greene
    invariably referred to James as the Master.  And not very long
    afterwards, came across Hemingway's tribute to Proust.
    My idolatry of the two modern writers was enough to intice
    me into one last attempt at the older boys' stuff.  If the two men
    whose styles obsessed me had learned from people with ways
    of writing so dissimilar, then I should not exclude myself, either,
    from those particular classrooms.

    The result was predictable.  My ears were shut to the recommendation
    of anyone who spent his energies teaching rather than writing.
    Whereas by identifying with an admired professional I was
    able to force an entry into the work of two writers who,
    in the end, have given me very great - & repeated - pleasure.

    Scottie B.