Actually it’s only the girl for
whom they are invisible. Eight of them, having a fish supper in a 1960s English
restaurant, bowing and smiling and occasionally conversing in their incomprehensible tongue, and she
hardly notices them. She has a good reason, of course.
Perhaps two. She is dining with her look-alike fiancé, two miniatures hanging side by side. And she has just been given a
£500 advance for her first novel. She imagines life in St Tropez, the boyfriend
writing as well. He thinks the family’s wine trade offers more stability. Greene’s narrator/self is shocked
to learn that she is one of his own profession. She deserved better of life, he thinks, and wants to warn her that
a first novel called The Chelsea Set
is no basis for her plans. Writing will get harder not easier and perhaps her
publisher is a liar. With breathtaking economy of words
and simplicity of setting, in just four pages Greene skilfully creates three
disparate characters, gradually unpicking the lovers’ relationship and the
writer’s disillusioned life. Conversation and
thoughts bounce between the bobbing, smiling invisible gentlemen like a
ball in a squash court, only occasionally interrupted by a flurry of Japanese.
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Monday, 25 February 2013
February in Norfolk
The
mist swirls in at Holkham, gulls cry up.
A
curlew calls, a plover turns up stones.
Among
the dunes I find a set of bones,
a
piece of glass, a shell shaped like a cup.
A
row of beach huts painted pink and green
leads
to a shoreline dense with razor shells.
A
flock of twite and shorelark swoops and swells,
I
shake sand from a starfish bright and clean.
We
climb to the gazebo stair by stair,
look
down on woods where snowdrops pool and splash.
With
snap of wings and bright vermilion flash,
the
redshank’s warning pipe disturbs the air.
At
dusk a topaz barn owl hunts for prey,
its
face a ghostly mask of Pierrot white.
Across
the salt marsh, as it soars in flight,
we
give our silent thanks for such a day.
Susanna Reece
Saturday, 2 February 2013
Friday, 4 January 2013
On Reading: Puffin Books 3 - the Lost Tribes
In the early 1960s Puffin Books published a number of books focussing on Native Americans and their traditions and practices. By then, of course, the genocidal devastation that had been dealt to the Indian tribes of North America since the arrival of the 'White Man' in the fifteenth century was almost complete and it was far too late to turn back the tide. Two of the books described here are based on true stories about children, a boy and a girl respectively, who were the last members of their tribes. The names of these tribes were once legion, and it is the names that are often all that is left - in places such as Biloxi, Cheyenne, Delaware, Illinois, Iowa, Miami, Missouri, Omaha, Susquehanna) or in the name of a recreational vehicle (Winnebago), which is an horrific appropriation when you come to think about it. This tragic history is well described in all its horror in Jon E. Lewis's book, the Mammoth Book of Native Americans, which I am currently reading. But Lewis endeavours to be even-handed and he also includes writings that demonstrate the wisdom and spirituality of native peoples. This is the focus of these Puffin books, too.
One final book I'd like to mention, is The Incredible Journey by Sheila Burnford. This was not published by Puffin Books but it is of the same vintage as the others, 1960, and was also made into a popular film by Disney in 1963. The film is now much more famous than the book but running through the original words of Burnford's tale about three animals who travel thousands of miles to return to their home is a deep love and knowledge of the North American wilderness. At one point the animals are desperately hungry when they come across an Indian camp fire where they receive food and kindness.
Burnford devotes nearly a whole chapter to this scene of 'warmth and brightness', where "The scent on the evening breeze was a fragrant compound of roasting rice, wild-duck stew and wood smoke." As the animals depart, "Only the woman who had first befriended (the old white dog) called out softly, in the tongue of her people, a farewell to the traveller... That night they became immortal, had they know or cared, for the ancient woman had recognized the old dog at once by his colour and companion: he was the White Dog of the Ojibways, the virtuous White Dog of Omen, whose appearance heralds either disaster or good fortune. The Spirits had sent him, hungry and wounded, to test tribal hospitality...He had been made welcome, fed and succoured: the omen would prove fortunate." It is disappointing that this scene did not make it into the movie.
It would be easy to criticise these books for being somewhat nostalgic for a lost world when it was safely too late to reverse the trend. But it is to be hoped that they contributed at least in part to bringing an awareness of the wisdom of these traditions to a generation of children growing up in the 1960s and 1970s in order that, like the families in The Antelope Singer, we too will never forget.
*You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!
Monday, 24 December 2012
Why are we waiting?
And so the world didn't end on Friday, although a lot of people have felt the power of this year's Winter Solstice as a time of alignment, transition and transformation. It seems like every generation of human beings has some notion that theirs will be the last, that an apocalyptic event will occur or a rescuing Messiah will come to signal the end-time. None of us really know when or whether that will happen and in the meantime we have to deal with the world as it is.
I've blogged before about the way in which Advent can get pushed out by the run-up to Christmas, just as the days from Christmas to the start of the New Year can get lost as an in-between time, the dog days of a year that it has already passed its Best Before date. And yet this is an important beginning time. For some it is the start of the church year, and for all of us it is an opportunity to "open to new light from whatever source it may come", as the Quaker Advices and Queries have it. I always like to remember that Christmas starts on December 25 (or January 7 in the Orthodox church tradition) and continues until the Epiphany, or Twelfth Night, twelve days later. The Christmas Carol, The Twelve Days of Christmas, is an example of this tradition. In our house we mark it by exchanging gifts of DVDs from Boxing Day until January 6 (they take up less space than partridges, geese, swans, milkmaids and drummers etc and are somewhat cheaper!).
Of course a lot of us have questions about the traditional Christmas story and whether it has meaning for us in the modern world. Maybe these days more of us are merely continuing earlier Pagan traditions of Yule and other festivals associated with the solstice and the seasons the natural world. And yet for me, the rhythms of the Church calendar also remain relevant, because it is here that we can encounter the call to personal transformation and growth. Although it is good that people no longer feel that they have to attend church out of dutiful dull observance, as human beings we nevertheless have spiritual health needs. It is in meeting these that we find meaning in our lives, as Victor Frankl famously showed in his book Man's Search for Meaning.
I don't want a life-denying and ultimately unhealthy secularism to triumph. There are many who really need to hear the message of how deeply they are held by a loving and abundant God, or whatever other words we might use for this: Light, Source, Spirit, the Divine, Other, perhaps just a sense of a Higher Self beyond our personal Ego. But for this to happen within the current manifestations of the Christian church, it must find ways to put its house in order. In this time of waiting for the light of the Christ-child there is an opportunity for the church too to have a new beginning.
Here are my three Christmas wishes for a waiting world: a real humility and penitential action to bring justice for all church victims of child abuse; a recognition that spiritual marriage can encompass gay couples; and a final turning away from the deep-seated misogyny that keeps women out of the priesthood. The world cannot understand why we are waiting. I'm not sure that the babe about to arrive in the manger will either.
I've blogged before about the way in which Advent can get pushed out by the run-up to Christmas, just as the days from Christmas to the start of the New Year can get lost as an in-between time, the dog days of a year that it has already passed its Best Before date. And yet this is an important beginning time. For some it is the start of the church year, and for all of us it is an opportunity to "open to new light from whatever source it may come", as the Quaker Advices and Queries have it. I always like to remember that Christmas starts on December 25 (or January 7 in the Orthodox church tradition) and continues until the Epiphany, or Twelfth Night, twelve days later. The Christmas Carol, The Twelve Days of Christmas, is an example of this tradition. In our house we mark it by exchanging gifts of DVDs from Boxing Day until January 6 (they take up less space than partridges, geese, swans, milkmaids and drummers etc and are somewhat cheaper!).
Of course a lot of us have questions about the traditional Christmas story and whether it has meaning for us in the modern world. Maybe these days more of us are merely continuing earlier Pagan traditions of Yule and other festivals associated with the solstice and the seasons the natural world. And yet for me, the rhythms of the Church calendar also remain relevant, because it is here that we can encounter the call to personal transformation and growth. Although it is good that people no longer feel that they have to attend church out of dutiful dull observance, as human beings we nevertheless have spiritual health needs. It is in meeting these that we find meaning in our lives, as Victor Frankl famously showed in his book Man's Search for Meaning.
I don't want a life-denying and ultimately unhealthy secularism to triumph. There are many who really need to hear the message of how deeply they are held by a loving and abundant God, or whatever other words we might use for this: Light, Source, Spirit, the Divine, Other, perhaps just a sense of a Higher Self beyond our personal Ego. But for this to happen within the current manifestations of the Christian church, it must find ways to put its house in order. In this time of waiting for the light of the Christ-child there is an opportunity for the church too to have a new beginning.
Here are my three Christmas wishes for a waiting world: a real humility and penitential action to bring justice for all church victims of child abuse; a recognition that spiritual marriage can encompass gay couples; and a final turning away from the deep-seated misogyny that keeps women out of the priesthood. The world cannot understand why we are waiting. I'm not sure that the babe about to arrive in the manger will either.
Friday, 30 November 2012
A few pictures from Belgrade
I'm in Belgrade for work for a few weeks. Here are some pictures...
| Lion over-looking the Rivers Sava and Danube from Kalemegdan Fortress |
| Where the two rivers meet |
| Belgrade skyline |
| The Church |
| The Mosque |
| The Synagogue |
| View from the office |
| My favourite picture in the office |
| Why is the Serbian for hairdresser the same as the Norwegian? |
| Turkish Coffee - Ottoman influence |
| Lunch spot |
| US in Serbia |
| Crazy Horse |
| Not so Crazy Lion |
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Prayer for victims of abuse
As the BBC deals with the impact of revelations about sexual abuse of young girls by Jimmy Savile and others, let us not forget that this is not just about one institution. There was a culture of tolerance and denial about abuse in the world I grew up in in the UK during the 1960s and 1970s. It continues to affect all of us, whether or not we were abused ourselves, as so many of us were - by parents, teachers, other family members and people in positions of trust, named and unnamed. My prayer today is for all sexually abused children and adult survivors. I hope you will join me.
You may like to light a candle and have a moment of silence between each line to remember those for whom you especially need to pray.
This prayer is based on a postcard produced by CSSA in the 1990s.
You may like to light a candle and have a moment of silence between each line to remember those for whom you especially need to pray.
- For adult survivors of sexual abuse
- For children suffering sexual abuse now
- For the partners, friends and families of survivors
- For churches, schools and national institutions, that they may grow in awareness and sensitivity
- For leaders in all areas of life, that they may put in place wise and effective policies and procedures for child protection
- For survivors from ethnic groups who may suffer the additional hurts of racism
- For all who speak out on this issue and who work to promote education, training and understanding
- For all those who know about abuse and refuse to speak out that they may have the courage to do so
- For the men and women who perpetrate these crimes, that they may come to a real understanding of the harm that they do and take responsibility to stop such behaviour
This prayer is based on a postcard produced by CSSA in the 1990s.
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