dual personalities

Month: February, 2012

Mississippi River tsunami

by chuckofish

On this day in 1812 the mighty Mississippi River actually flowed backward for several hours. A series of tremors that had begun in December 1811 culminated on February 7 when the strongest quake hit. In the Mississippi River “water turned brown and waterpools developed suddenly from the depressions created in the riverbed.” My question: Before this, was the river some other color?

Today voters in Missouri head to the polls in a primary that is meaningless, because no delegates will be assigned as a result. And it’s costing us nearly $7 million. Booyah. No political tsunami expected here.

It’s embarrassing picture Monday!

by chuckofish

How politically incorrect is this photo? What would Betty Friedan (who spoke at one dual personality’s graduation) think? Well, this dual personality never ironed her husband’s shirts, but then, neither did her mother. But circa 1961, she enjoyed ironing handkerchiefs and doll paraphernalia.

East of the Sun and West of the Moon, Indeed

by chuckofish

Kay Nielsen, "East of the Sun and West of the Moon"

When I was a kid I liked to read and I liked to look at pictures. Somewhere along the way I began to pay attention to the illustrations — probably thanks to my mother, who would have noticed how good they were and commented on it. And the best books, the great adventures and classics, had the most marvelous illustrations. In the 70s these became rather popular and a wonderful business called the Green Tiger Press produced beautiful postcards, calendars, and note cards of this under-appreciated art form. The press still exists (you can visit them here) but is not the same as it was in its heyday. My room was full of posters and framed prints like this one by Maxfield Parrish:

Yes, I had this framed. Mother painted the frame gold for me and I put it over the radiator in my room. Everyone thought it was a little weird, but for some reason, I just loved love this picture. It’s sad — you can’t help but wonder why the king of the Black Isles is so upset. And you want to help him. It makes you hope that someone in the story will. The colors are so beautiful, too. I found it fascinating.

N.C. Wyeth, Kidnapped

I loved to read classic tales like Kidnapped, but Robert Louis Stevenson could sometimes be hard going — N.C. Wyeth’s beautiful pictures brought the story to life. I was with David Balfour as he fled the enemy in the Highlands of Scotland. Books like this helped me connect with my own family history and appreciate the past. Okay, maybe in a romanticized way, but so what? At least I knew who Bonny Prince Charlie was.

Edmund DuLac "Scheherazade"

Books and pictures introduced the exotic, too. And believe me, there wasn’t much exotic about the Midwest in the 1970s. Harems, Haroun Al-Rashid, magic carpets…they were all fascinating. It might sound trite to say that these pictures introduced me to beautiful and extraordinary things with magical possibilities, but they did. The great illustrators — Wyeth, Parrish, DuLac and Rackham among others — transformed a mundane world into a place of wonder. I still love them.

Arthur Rackham, "Siegfried"

What were your childhood favorites?

Friday movie pick: some men with guns

by chuckofish

The four professionals in their iconic pose

My Friday movie pick is The Professionals (1966), written, directed and produced by Richard Brooks. In it a group of mercenaries (Burt Lancaster, Lee Marvin, Robert Ryan, and the awesome Woody Strode) accept a lucrative assignment to recover a Texas millionaire’s wife (Claudia Cardinale) from a Mexican bandit (Jack Palance). But the mission doesn’t go as expected, and little about the setup is as it initially seems.

As with a lot of movies that came out in the 1960s, my first introduction to it was hearing about it after my big brother had gone to the movie theater to see it. (I was too young for the first go-round, so I had to wait to see these movies when they finally came on TV.) My brother had gone with his best friend Randy to see The Professionals. He was probably in the 9th grade. He loved it and re-told the entire story with relish to us little dual personalities. We didn’t get all the great lines he repeated, but we got the gist of what he was describing. And the gist was that this was one humdinger of a western! I couldn’t wait to see it!

In Bless the Beasts and the Children, Glendon Swartout writes about a group of misfit boys who steal out of summer camp on horseback to see The Professionals. They love it too, for “this is the marrowbone of every American adventure story: some men with guns, going somewhere, to do something dangerous. Whether it be to scout a continent in a covered wagon, to weld the Union in a screaming Wilderness, to save the world for democracy, to vault seas and rip up jungles by the roots and sow our seed and flag and spirit, this has ever been the essence of our melodrama: some men with guns, going somewhere, to do something dangerous.”

The heroes of this movie are also misfits, and maybe that is one of the reasons they are so appealing. They also frequently express existential thoughts in between skirmishes:

J.W. Grant: Your hair was darker then.
Rico: My heart was lighter then.

and

Bill Dolworth: Maybe there’s only one revolution, since the beginning, the good guys against the bad guys. Question is, who are the good guys?

and

Bill Dolworth: The cemetery of nameless men. We buried some fine friends there.
Rico: And some fine enemies.
Bill Dolworth: That was one hell of a fine battle. Out-numbered and out-gunned and still we held that pass.
Rico: Yeah, but who cares now… or even remembers?

and

Jesus Raza: Without love, without a cause, we are… *nothing*! We stay because we believe. We leave because we are disillusioned. We come back because we are lost. We die because we are committed.

A superbly written story of honor and adventure, the film features some of Richard Brooks’ best dialogue. (He was actually nominated for an Oscar for this movie!) Here are a few of the classic lines from The Professionals:

Maria Grant: Yes?
Bill Dolworth: Just wondering… what makes you worth a hundred thousand dollars.
Maria Grant: Go to hell.
Bill Dolworth: Yes ma’am. I’m on my way.

J.W. Grant: You bastard.
Rico: Yes, Sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, Sir, you’re a self-made man.

To me, though, this movie is much more than some clever and witty repartee. It’s about four great characters (and a terrific woman) with guns, going somewhere, to do something dangerous.

Virtue and Honor

by chuckofish

“However fashionable despair about the world and about people may be at present, and however powerful despair may become in the future, not everybody, or even most people, thinks and lives fashionably; virtue and honor will not be banished from the world however many popular moralists and panicky journalists say so. Sacrifice will not cease to be because psychiatrists have popularized the idea that there is often some concealed self-serving element in it; theologians always knew that. Nor do I think love as a high condition of honor will be lost; it is a pattern in the spirit, and people long to make the pattern a reality in their own lives, whatever means they take to do so.”

–Robertson Davies

Tout va bien

by chuckofish

Saint Paul by Burne-Jones

The First Lesson appointed for use on the Feast of Brigid (today) is one of my favorites:

Consider your own call, brothers and sisters: not many of you were wise by human standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, things that are not, to reduce to nothing things that are, so that no one might boast in the presence of God. He is the source of your life in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification and redemption, in order that, as it is written, “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”
1 Corinthians 1:26-31

Frederick Buechner writes that when he first met St. Paul and these lines, he “had the feeling that I knew something of what he was talking about. Something of the divine comedy we are all of us involved in. Something of grace.”

God turns everything upside down.

And god forbid that we should take ourselves too seriously.