Book Journal 1: Classical Liberalism and Gold

Paleo Retiree writes:

  • The Law” by Frédéric Bastiat. Alas, I came to this book too late in my poli-sci education. No disrespect meant, let alone any quarrels with its status as a classic of the libertarian tradition, but it didn’t advance any arguments that I haven’t run into and wrestled with many times before. That said, I still found the book a kick. There were two main reasons. One was the novelty factor: How often do you run across a Frenchman making the case for smaller, looser government? The other is the writing, which is a worldly joy. I listened to the book on audio, and mostly at the gym, so I was unable to jot down examples. But trust me on this: it’s one seriously elegant and spirited read.
  • Paper Money Collapse: The Folly of Elastic Money” by Detlev Schlichter. Every now and then I enjoy exploring the arguments of goldbugs; there’s something in me that responds well to the idea of hard money. And of the titles I’ve leafed through recently Schlichter’s book is the one I enjoyed most. It’s bold and vigorous in a hearty, Germanic-prof kind of way. As a presenter, Schlichter has a triumphant, heraldic tone that I find amusing, winning, and — I admit it freely — a little stirring. Not for the first time, I was struck by how much the goldbug critique of current financial arrangements overlaps with the critique advanced by the monetary-reform team, which I’m very sympathetic to. Detlev Schlichter blogs here.
  • Fixing The Dollar Now: Why U.S. Money Lost Its Integrity and How We Can Restore It” by Judy Shelton. A well-done basic case for hard money, written at the length of a long essay or pamphlet, that’s friendly in a well-organized, helpful-American way. For all its clarity it didn’t turn me on in the way Schlichter’s book did. Still: thumbs up — it’s a good, fast intro for anyone who’s curious about gold and/or the arguments that can be made in favor of a gold standard. Nathan Lewis — whose own book about gold (and whose views on urbanism) I like a whole lot — praises Shelton here.
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It’s a Crazy Book and I Didn’t Mean to Write It…

Glynn Marshes writes:

I did not know this.

Another major, and separate contribution to the confusion surrounding the Celts was begun in 1944 by one of the greatest modern English poets and historical novelists, Robert Graves. In three weeks during that year he completed the first draft of a book which was to become The White Goddess, drawing upon images culled from Celtic and Graeco-Roman literatures and fusing them within his own tremendous creative inspiration to provide a personal religion to accompany his poetry. The result is a sustained metaphor, a vision of the sort of past that the writer thought ought to have existed. His friends have maintained that in private he himself did not believe that his vision had existed in reality: he was expressing a state of creative longing which made what he wrote poetically, not literally, true. But nowhere in the book itself did he warn his readers that they were to take it as metaphor or myth. As a result, it was taken as history by a large number of unscholarly readers. His confident statements that ancient societies were ruled by women has made him a hero of many modern feminists. He presented those who wanted a matriarchal religion with a Celtic Great Goddess, appearing in the three aspects of maiden, mother, and crone, who is still believed to be historical by many who do not worship her themselves. He devised what has become known as the ‘Celtic Tree Calendar’ to people who do not realize that it was an invention of Graves, which would have amazed the Iron Age Celts even more than the Triple Mother Goddess. And he firmly associated goddesses with the moon in a way which he made to seem natural but was not so to many ancient peoples, including the Celts. His bluntest retrospective comment on the work, written to a stranger, was: ‘It’s a crazy book and I didn’t mean to write it.’ But it still has great influence in shaping the view of Celtic paganism by unscholarly readers.

— Ronald Hutton, The Pagan Religions of the Ancient British Isles: Their Nature and Legacy

Hutton’s book, originally published in 1991, apparently upset quite a few people, among them pagans who were dismayed that after examining the archeological record, associated scholarship, and historical-era literature, Hutton concludes over and over that we know next to nothing about prehistoric paganism; that much of what contemporary pagans accept as “authentic” is of recent vintage (18th-20th Century); and that much of that was invented by romantics or worse. (Of Edward Williams, 18th Century founder of the Order of Bards, a Druidic “prehistoric system of mystical belief,” Hutton quips, “by the time of his death, he had achieved the romantic’s highest goal, of having his dream taken as reality by others.”)

Others are even more upset because Hutton questions the validity of the Earth Mother/Great Goddess/Mother Goddess theory of Neolithic paganism. Hutton writes, for example, that much of the archeological analysis that postulated a widespread Neolithic Goddess cult dates from the first half of the 20th century. In the 1960s and 70s, further analyses eroded most of the earlier conclusions beyond repair (e.g. some figurines formerly believed to be Goddesses might actually be … dolls)  however, “At the very moment that the concept of the Neolithic Great Mother crumbled inside academe, it found more enthusiastic adherents among the general public than ever before.” The popular enthusiasm for the notion of an ancient, suppressed Great Goddess cult took on a life of its own … and as a result, people who aren’t familiar with the scholarly debate have no idea how tenuous is the foundation of the entire concept.

Another criticism along the same vein: that he low-balls the number of witches killed in Medieval Europe.

Being in no position myself to know which side is right, I’m left simply annoyed: it’s the 21st Century, shouldn’t we have Time Machines by now?

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Working Out at the Gym in 2014

Paleo Retiree writes:

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Two Movie Posters for “Johnny Guitar”

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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French (art by the great Constantin Belinsky)

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Showtune Saturday: “This Time The Dream’s On Me”

Eddie Pensier writes:

The sublime Sylvia McNair treats us to her rendition of the Arlen/Mercer standard, which originally appeared in Blues in the Night (1941). It’s on her marvelous 1995 collaboration with André Previn*, Come Rain Or Come Shine: The Harold Arlen Songbook, another winner of the “CDs That Eddie Has Played Into Oblivion” sweepstakes.

McNair was one of the great light-lyric sopranos of the 1990s, better even than Kathleen Battle and Dawn Upshaw in my opinion. She had  success both in opera and concert, being  especially in the works of Mozart. She’d begun to move into jazz/pop even before an early-2000s fight with breast cancer sidelined her for a while. Now it’s what she does nearly exclusively: I’d say she’s one of the most successful at “crossover”: her rock-solid technique gives her the confidence to immerse herself in the pop style, without sounding too much like “an opera singer singing jazz”.

Wolfgang Amadeus’ loss is Harold and Johnny’s gain, I think you’ll agree.

* Also known as Woody Allen’s father-in-law.
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Naked Lady of the Week: Amelie

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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A mere slip of a thing, with a pretty-pretty doll face and eyes that seem determined to swallow the camera, Amelie — sometimes known as Valya or Yulia — is something of a mystery. Despite being one of the more notable nude models of the last 10 years, she’s appeared on only a few sites, and no one seems to know much about her other than that she comes from Russia (where else?) and means something special to the Japanese.

The Japanese thing isn’t hard to understand: She does look like something sprung from the daydreams of a hardcore anime fan. Supposedly, she made several videos while in Nippon. This looks like one of them. And here’s a clip in which she chirps “konichiwa!”:

Reading through the comments at theNUDEeu is a trip. Page after page of speculation about Amelie, along with dozens of enthusiastic odes to her feet, which are apparently considered “perfect” by a lot of foot fetishists. (Hey, before the internet came along, did anyone realize just how prevalent foot fetishism is? I didn’t.)

She appears to be retired now. But that hasn’t stopped the speculation.

These reduced-scale shots come from MPL Studios and Femjoy. Go there for more.

Content below the jump is NSFW yet cute as a button. Not that you should be at work right now, it being Friday night and all. Have a good weekend.

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Couldn’t Do It Today

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

 

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  • Sax wrote about Joe Dante here and here.
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Manon Lescaut, Five Ways

Eddie Pensier writes:

Joseph Caraud, Abbé Prévost reading Manon Lescaut, 1856

She done him so, so wrong.

L’Histoire du chevalier des Grieux et de Manon Lescaut is a scandalous novella written in 1731 by Abbé Antoine François Prévost. Frequently banned and censored, it’s the story of a bourgeois young man, the Chevalier des Grieux, who falls for a teenaged girl he spots at a carriage depot. Overcome by passionate love, he convinces her to run away with him on the spot. His love (songs to the contrary) is not enough to sustain them, though, and before long she’s seeking out wealthier lovers to sustain her in the luxury she has discovered she can’t live without.

Prévost’s book isn’t long, and it can be downloaded in its entirety at Project Gutenberg. Before being published on its own, it was part of a longer multi-volume autobiographical work, somewhat dubiously titled Mémoires et aventures d’un homme de qualité.

Not long after she leaves him (for the first time) she shows up in Paris, decked out in her finest. In Jules Massenet’s 1884 opera version of the story, she takes the opportunity to indulge in the operatic trope known as the Look-At-How-Hot-I-Am-And-How-I-Make-All-Men-Want-Me aria. (See also Musetta in La Bohème.) Here’s one of the great Manons, Beverly Sills (RIP), in a lackadaisically subtitled New York City Opera (also RIP) performance from 1977.

But guess what: she’s sorry. She hears that des Grieux, grief-struck by her perfidy, has decided to enter a seminary. Manon, the hussy, tracks him down and seduces him. Again. IN THE CHURCH. The ensuing duet is the apotheosis of swooning, lush French Romantic opéra comique. I love how Anna Netrebko, in this Vienna State Opera clip from 2007, applies a little pre-seduction lipstick for good measure: it’s a nice touch that indicates her motives with crystal clarity. Notice also her inventive and acrobatic use of the sofa (ahem). There aren’t any subtitles in this video, but you probably don’t need them: it’s obvious what’s going on. Roberto Alagna as des Grieux doesn’t stand a chance.

Needless to say, all this carousing catches up to the pair, and Manon is arrested as a prostitute and exiled to Louisiana.* des Grieux bribes a soldier to let him accompany her on the ship, but it’s for naught. He wanders around Louisiana trying to find his consumptive girfriend food and shelter, leaving Puccini’s 1893 version of Manon to indulge herself in another operatic cliché: the Poor-Pitiful-Me-Aria (titled “Sola, Perduta, Abbandonata”, natch). It’s amazing though, and I get caught up in it despite my better judgment saying THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, BITCH. Besides, Karita Mattila can do no wrong.

British choreographer Kenneth Macmillan created a ballet version of Manon, with a pastiche of Massenet songs and snippets–but oddly, almost nothing from the opera. The final scene of Manon’s death is heartbreaking, not to mention technically astounding…especially with Sylvie Guillem dancing the title role.

And finally here is a sure-to-be-controversial scene from Jean Aurel’s Manon 70, with Catherine Deneuve in a bathtub. Is she being raped? It appears so. She struggles, but seems to emerge from the ordeal fairly unruffled, if not exactly sanguine. I’ve only seen the movie in bits, so I’m not sure how faithful it is to the book or any other version. Still, Catherine Deneuve in a bathtub.

*You might hear some chortling in certain quarters about the parochialism and ignorance inherent in describing the “deserts of Louisiana”. And certainly the current U.S. state of Louisiana is not known for its dry climate. But what the chortlers fail to remember is that in the 1730s, the word “Louisiana” referred to not the state that goes by that name today, but a vast swath of the North American continent marked at its western end by the Rocky Mountains, and including parts of Texas and Oklahoma. So while it may not be technically accurate, it was a lot closer to desert than most Europeans had ever seen.

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Now Streaming on Netflix

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

laplaysitself2014The documentary LOS ANGELES PLAYS ITSELF, which I wrote about here, is now available on Netflix Instant.

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Architecture Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

Microsoft’s Bing may be the redheaded stepchild of search engines, but each day they feature a new desktop wallpaper that you can download. Some of them look like stills from Architecture Without Architects, which I wrote about here.

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