Remembering that before writing Ben Hur, Lew Wallace had been a Union general during the Civil War.
Remembering that Abner Doubleday had been the same.
The endless commentary, and analysis, and even retelling, in Clarissa. Anyone reading it just for the story would hang himself, Johnson said.
Is Moby Dick the whale or the man?
James Thurber said Harold Ross had to ask.
Roughly two-thirds of the paintings described in the corrected second edition of Vasari’s Lives — finished in 1567 — would appear to no longer exist.
Hamlet. A boring play full of quotations.
Swinburne’s delirium-tremendous imagination, Hopkins called it.
Grant Wood’s sister, Nan, and a dentist named McKeeby. Who posed for American Gothic.
In Cedar Rapids.
July 4, 1934, Hayyim Bialik died on.
The letter announcing the first acceptance of a poem by Francis Thompson never reached him.
Thompson being so indigent at the time that he literally had no address.
Poe, in his late thirties a half-century earlier —
Unable even to afford postage to put his manuscripts in the mail.
For poor people, sick or lame, or travelers.
Advertised the Savoy, a charitable residence in sixteenth-century London — which also saw fit to take in struggling authors.
Thinking of them for so long as essentially literary characters that one has to force oneself to recall that Dante actually knew the Paolo of Paolo and Francesca.
Goya died at eighty-three.
Having had to read lips for the last thirty-six years of his life.
Borges at eighty-six.
Having had to be read aloud to for almost as long.
Ovid’s poem about his sweetheart Corinna’s near-fatal abortion — dated ca. 23 BC.
The child was mine — or so I at least
do think.
Baudelaire’s addiction to laudanum.
Coleridge’s. De Quincey’s.
Poe’s.
The Nike of Samothrace, in the Louvre, which was excavated in 1863 — in more than one hundred fragments.
Newspapers expressed such indignation over the ostensible immorality in Richard Strauss’s Salome at its 1907 American premiere that the opera was withdrawn after a single performance and not produced again at the Metropolitan until 1934.
Diseased and polluted. Indescribably, yes, inconceivably, gross and abominable. Unspeakable.
Read a small portion of what the New York Times had to contribute.
Aristide Maillol’s practice of repeatedly urinating on his bronze sculptures.
To add patina.
If you value my work, please, do not knock.
Requested a notice on Hermann Hesse’s door in Ticino.
Gérard de Nerval, in some of the milder moments of his madness — known to toss such money as he possessed into the air for anyone’s taking in restaurants and coffeehouses.
Anne Sexton’s periods in mental institutions.
Only native-born citizens in ancient Athens were allowed to own property.
Meaning that no less a personage than Aristotle, from Stagira, could not.
The nunnery on Montmartre, mentioned a few years earlier by François Villon, where in 1503 it was discovered that the abbess and several nuns had borne children — and still others were pregnant.
A fiend of a book. The action is laid in Hell — only it seems places and people have English names there.
Said Dante Gabriel Rossetti of Wuthering Heights.
Olive Fremstad. Mary Garden. Ljuba Welitsch. Karita Matilla.
Wagner played the piano badly.
Berlioz not at all.
For safety’s sake during the bombings of World War II, the Elgin Marbles were removed from the British Museum and stored deep in the London subway system.
While the French Resistance during those same years was using the Lascaux cave as a place in which to cache weapons.
Tchaikovsky was found weeping after he had written the death of Lisa in The Queen of Spades.
Georges Bernanos was married to a direct descendant of a brother of Joan of Arc.
A simple creature unlettyrde.
Julian of Norwich called herself.
The most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
Echoed Jane Austen — four hundred years afterward.
Pastor Martin Niemöller — who spent seven years at Sachsenhausen and Dachau.
After having been a German U-boat commander in World War I.
April 13, 1945, Ernst Cassirer died on.
Ivan Goncharov worked in the Russian Civil Service for his entire adult life.
Mussorgsky, the same.
Then again, quoting himself or not, Novelist naturally does receive some few phone calls after all.
All too often in these years with news of someone’s death, however.
Leonardo’s peculiar habit of surreptitiously following interesting-looking strangers on the street.
To be able to sketch them from memory later, the contemporary assumption was.
Christianity must be divine, since it has lasted seventeen hundred years despite the fact of being so full of villainy and absurdity.
Voltaire said.
The first priest was the first rogue who crossed paths with the first fool.
Voltaire also said.
Slop, Pound was calling Yeats’s recent verse in the mid-1930s— after having been best man at Yeats’s wedding two decades earlier.
The influence of Donne upon the literature of England was singularly wide and deep — although almost wholly malign.
Said Edmund Gosse.
There is no indication whatsoever of anything even remotely resembling a State of Israel on the maps in most contemporary Arab schoolbooks.
Sixty-seven, Cézanne died at.
Some few days after having been caught for hours in a sudden downpour where he had been at work on a landscape.
A sort of God of painting.
Matisse was to call him.
One can now hear famous pieces of music as easily as one can buy a glass of beer.
Proclaimed Debussy in delight at the advent of the phonograph.
They who drink beer will think beer.
Said Washington Irving.
Cracked, Edith Sitwell called Blake.
Flaubert’s outrage at the notion of an illustrated edition of Bovary.
Jane, Jane,
Tall as a crane,
The morning light creaks down again.
Still the most avant-garde book ever written.
Anthony Burgess said of Tristram Shandy.
A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.