{"id":1016,"date":"2022-01-21T14:07:20","date_gmt":"2022-01-21T22:07:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/alteritas\/?p=1016"},"modified":"2022-01-21T14:07:20","modified_gmt":"2022-01-21T22:07:20","slug":"unedited-winter-musings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/alteritas\/2022\/01\/21\/unedited-winter-musings\/","title":{"rendered":"Unedited Winter Musings"},"content":{"rendered":"

19 January;<\/p>\n

[Musical discussion] All of these are beyond my non-existent abilities.<\/p>\n

Which does reminds me of an anecdote.<\/div>\n
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My year in Paris in 1972-3 coincided with a sabbatical of a Montreal friend, Jean-Eudes Vaillancourt, who was a pianist and director, and who had some high-falutin’ friends in the Paris musical world, among them the trumpetist Andr\u00e9 Bernard.<\/div>\n
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I ended up often in the presence of professional musicians. Always, when introduced, I’d get asked what instrument I played, the presumption being that I too was a musician. I’d always tell the truth, that I was a humble autodidact on the guitar, but continue on that I was an amateur, in the original sense of the world. A lover.<\/div>\n
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One memorable response: Mais, monsieur, sans les amateurs, nous autres, on jouera seul sans public. On a besoin de vous. On vous aime.<\/i><\/div>\n
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[9 Jan]<\/p>\n

Dear P,<\/p>\n

If the Neph’s ambition is Theatre Production, even a perfect Iranian candle wil not be able to help him meet Heather’s hopes ;-).<\/p>\n

That snarky remark notwithstanding, congrats to all. You are certainly right that said nephew would never have gotten a job in his chosen field in the US (bcuz race), just as my entire career as a Africanist became possble because I went back to Canada. And was in the French playpen. This is something I say brazenly round here, usually to a yawn.<\/p>\n

As for the NYR of Books, no need to bring me further evidence of its cliches and stereotypes, which reflect those of its “Yankee” left-liberal readers, a population which is addicted to buzzwords. One thing John has right in his anti-woke screed is that sticks-and-stones approach to “persuading” the enemy is destined to fail.<\/p>\n

We are all racist in one way or another, even with members of another race whom we happen to love (one of Baldwin’s great insights). Those who are or have become invidious, violent racists (of which there may well be less and less in actual numbers), are not going to stop being violent or invidious because of this badge of honour being bestowed on them. Those who are marginally racist, wel, they are going to be offended and vote against their accusers.<\/p>\n

There are, however, a few signs that Biden understands this: his decision to use positive messaging rather than negative messaging. But it is not worth pouring over the details.<\/p>\n

I personally consider the whole thing to be so fundamentally fucked that it is barely worth the pixels. Ditto the French fiasco.<\/p>\n

But I do have one minor correction of Zemmour’s bio, though I haven’t read and won’t Destin fran\u00e7ais. He hails from a Berber Jewish background, immigrated in the 50’s, would have spoken Yiddish, if he does at all, because of his frequentation with an Orthodox community.<\/p>\n

A confession —\u00a0 I admire and respect Haredi orthodox, Yiddish-speaking communities, who have \u00e0 leur d\u00e9charge in my mind the fact that they are anti-Zionist \/ https:\/\/en.m.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Haredi_Judaism<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I am also pro-Berber, albeit only notionally, but at least I know they exist and that the Berber Jews were only a fraction of them. Below, a pik of Nasrin and me in touristy-Berber costume, as the behest of our wonderful guide Wahid. Two years ago.<\/p>\n

As a Berber Jew, Zemmour comes by his islamophobia “organically”, trice-removed, as it were. It is typical of the pro-Zionist cultural community which is the target readership of the NYR to deny the serious splits in the world Jewish community.<\/p>\n

As for Latinx, I speak and read Spanish, not as much as I would like, to be sure, but I’ve never seen or heard the word in mouth of anyone who is not a an academic. Kiss of death.<\/p>\n

Tonorrow I’m making a Sicilian Frittata of cauliflower, garlic and anchovy.<\/p>\n

That’s about it.<\/p>\n

Cheers,\u00a0George<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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[18 Dec]<\/div>\n
J –<\/p>\n
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Passing this to you because of the Rimbaud reference, typical French lit bafflegab.<\/div>\n
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Now I wrote on Yambo Ouologuem, the putative Rimbaud stand-in, directly at least trice when I was active. And I exploited the Rimbaud motif in a review\u00a0<\/span>Yambo Ouologuem: Critical Essays<\/i>, by Christopher Wise, <\/span>Research in African Literatures<\/i>, 31.1 (Spring 2001), 136-38.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
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So I’ll leave off here, not to murk the waters.<\/div>\n
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Do note Sarr’s previous “gay” novel, which might be esp interesting from a queer perspective.\u00a0https:\/\/en.m.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Mohamed_Mbougar_Sarr<\/a><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/scroll.in\/article\/1010236\/mohamed-mbougar-sarr-winning-the-oldest-french-literary-prize-is-a-landmark-for-african-literature<\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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[4 Dec]<\/div>\n
Dear P,<\/div>\n
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I’ve tried to retire the Guardian<\/i> from my rotation, but have never succeeded, in part because it is the “tabloid of the soft Left”, as I once had the wit to call it. There is no other tribune for the Left, unfortunately. Maybe because there is no Left left.<\/div>\n
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Still prefer it to the the NYT and WaPo, despite its manifest BS \/ PC drivel. Yet calling Nina Hagen \u201cpunk\u201d is a minor misdemeanor. She called herself such: https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Nina_Hagen<\/a>. I\u2019m known as someone not particularly fond of (especially US) popular culture and music. But I “got” euro-punk in its time more than most, including many Americans.<\/div>\n
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See below for a pik of Ingrid doing Hagen during Fasching circa 2014. She was very special, loved singing Brecht and other oldies but goodies in Kraut. Even did a Kraut version of Girl from Ipanema, Das Girl von Innsbruck. We used to sing Dreigroschenopen together.<\/div>\n
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I share your disparagement of German pop music being too often in English. But I\u2019ll give it to them over the French in this regard, since at least most Germans I know do know English well enough to sing along. Austrians, even more.<\/div>\n
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Recently subscribed to the Monde<\/i> and …. to the South China Morning Post<\/i>, my fav English language read, these days. Not to be provocative, but I am pro-China, and in many ways. Put that in your pipe ;-).<\/div>\n
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I share your discomfort with the follow-the-science litany, esp when \u201cthey\u201d\u00a0don\u2019t follow it themselves. But note that your understanding of things is a scientific one.\u00a0 No one should be surprised by the emergence of Omicron (“little O”), nor by the rest of the Greek alphabet. But while it is true that we won\u2019t know what damage they will wreak, how things will work out, we do know what\u2019s going on. It will not end with Omega (“big O”).<\/div>\n
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What rots my socks is that we love attributing \u201cthinking\u201d to viruses. Unless folks are willing to alter what they think thought is, viruses don\u2019t think. They mutate. Sometimes it \u201cworks out for them\u201d, sometimes not. Omicron is an example, it is already scientifically safe to say, in which it\u2019s worked out for SARS-CoV2, in terms of various functions, esp transmissionability.<\/div>\n
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(Of course, maybe thought itself is just a series of mutations, of electro-chemical reactions \u2026.)<\/div>\n
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Despite subscribing to Monde<\/i>, I am not really interested in the elections. Zenmour will have the effect of re-electing little Macron, playing into his hands by shifting the elections to the right. Which is where Emmanuel belongs anyway.<\/div>\n
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But to open a can of anecdotal worms, let me take up your proposed topic of DeGaulle. To answer your question I\u2019ll have to go back to my first full Sunday diner with a French family, sometime in October, 1965.<\/div>\n
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I didn\u2019t move in with Helena until December, 1965 and we maintained the social fiction that we were not lovers thoroughout. Until that time, I was hot in pursuit of a young French thing I\u2019ll call Gis\u00e8le (forgot her real name). Now I never saw Gis\u00e8le socially after Dec, though I was that point getting close to the big O. Heavy petting, FIV, etc. \u2014 smelt like clean shit. But she, like all French women for the rest of that year abroad, didn\u2019t buy our story that Helena and I were sibling-like. She knew. Probably all the French boys, swarming around Helena like proverbial bees, knew but didn\u2019t care. The fact that I was having my way with her only served to incite them further, since if that twerp Georges could, maybe they could too.<\/div>\n
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In any event, one indication that I was getting close was that Gis\u00e8le had me meet her family, who lived in the burbs of Grenoble. The father was a fine old chap.\u00a0He vetted the shit out of me. Taught me p\u00e9toncle — <\/i>err..<\/span> p\u00e9tanque<\/i>. Shared cognac with me.\u00a0 But at that first Sunday diner, late luncheon it was actually, there was a row between him and his brother-in-law. I couldn’t believe it, arguing about a then century and a half old figure, so I asked Gis\u00e8le. I admit that most of the nuance of the luncheon debate did escape me at that point in my apprenticeship in French, but really, I had gotten the gist.<\/div>\n
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Gis\u00e8le, who in retrospect had keen insight, explained simply that they were arguing about DeGaulle and Algeria, but couldn\u2019t quite say it. The Vercors, a mountanous plateau just west of Grenoble, had been a centre of the Resistance and families were still divided about that, but also about the conceivably treasonous choice of DeGaulle to decolonize Algeria.\u00a0It took years before I heard reference again, even indirect, in bourgeois settings to Algeria.<\/div>\n
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I had been taken in hand by the local student Trotskistes, the only frogs I knew who were reliably friendly with foreigners. Several of them, who had an admitted impact on my slowly forming decision to resist the draft, had spent time in the brig for passing arms to the Algerians. But I also admired Malraux. My BA comp lit honours thesis was a comparison between Hemingway\u2019s and Malraux\u2019s take on the Spanish Civil War. And Malraux had gotten in bed with DeGaulle.<\/div>\n

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A mere three years later it was 1968. De Gaulle played his cards beautifully and France finished off the Trente Glorieuses intact. I would have despised the man, De Gaulle; he me. But I do have a certain respect for him. And admit that he harboured une certaine notion de la France<\/i>, one which is widely shared. The way things are shaping up, it is will be shared even more.<\/div>\n
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Let me also admit, just to you, that I am tempted to espouse the French CP attitude, contra Sartre et al, that Algeria was<\/i> France. And to wish for an alternative reality in which it might have stayed true.<\/div>\n
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Thanks for the follow-up on Big Ed and SHA. We\u2019re all racing to the finish line.<\/div>\n
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Cheers,<\/div>\n
George<\/div>\n
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19 January; [Musical discussion] All of these are beyond my non-existent abilities. Which does reminds me of an anecdote. My year in Paris in 1972-3 coincided with a sabbatical of a Montreal friend, Jean-Eudes Vaillancourt, who was a pianist and director, and who had some high-falutin’ friends in the Paris musical world, among them the … <\/p>\n

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