Sixty Five Thousand or More

There have been 65,000 books published about the American Civil War since it ended in 1865, which is more than one a day, at the last count, and still rising. The War ended at a place called Appomattox in Virginia in case you ever wondered, when Lee surrendered to Grant. How many Americans have ever heard of it? I'm told not many, but maybe my sources are dodgy.

Lord knows who reads all these books, someone must or they wouldn't be published I guess. So if you are planning to write one beware of the competition.

One of the best, if not the best, not that I've read the other 64,999,  is a book called "The March" by E.L. Doctorow, which is a great read, and highly recommended. It follows Sherman's march through the South to the sea, which involved a fair bit of pillaging and destruction as they went along as well as a few mighty battles with the Confederates. The song "Marching through Georgia" will never seem the same.

Whole cities were burnt and ransacked and  the army got bigger and bigger as the freed black slaves and refugees followed along. Anyone with an interest in the history of the Civil War should read this book and if you're not you should read in anyway because it's beautifuuly written and a great story. Powerful stuff.
I didn't know until some time after I'd read the book that he had used Sherman's journals and diaries more or less verbatim in his account of the march. He takes you right in there into his psyche. Or so it seems.

I hope you all like reading about the books I read. I know some people must as there are still qiite a few readers around. I seem to have picked up a reader(s) in Honduras, Austria, Columbia and Greece, which is nice. Wish I knew who you all are.

Not much has happened this past week in Edinburgh. Teacher read out another of my stories last week, very strange feeling. I think I wrote my best one this week so am keen to see what he has to say about it. Though I don't think I'll be giving up the job anytime soon. Well at least not before next year.

Explico Algunas Cosas

This week I've been reading W.G. Sebald's book "The Rings of Saturn" which is a very fine book indeed. Difficult to describe but definitely worth seeking out. Originally published in German so probably now available in lots of languages. It's about a journey he made round the coast of East Anglia where he lived for twenty or more years. It's part fiction, part autobiography, part history, and reflections on imperialism and life in general. Very well written in translation.

Am also reading Alice Munro's book " The View from Castle Rock". The Castle Rock in question being Edinburgh Castle. She's known for her short stories which I recommend but this is more of a family memoir. Though I've only just begun it I know I'm going to enjoy it. She is distantly related to James Hogg, who wrote "Confessions of a Justified Sinner" and was also known as the Ettrick Shepherd, because that's where he came from and he was a shepherd as well as a poet and novelist. Alice Munro's family came from the same part of Scotland before they left for USA and Canada, in nineteenth century.

I'm reading The Essential Neruda, Selected Poems in Spanish with English translation, side by side. A fine book indeed. Reminds me a bit of Sorley Maclean in fact. He spent time in Spain, knew Lorca and joined the Republican movement.His poem "Explico Algunas Cosas" ( I explain some things) is based on his experience there.

"banditos con frailes negros bendiciendo
venian por el cielo a matar ninos,
y por las calles la sangre de los ninos
corria simplemente, como sangre de ninos."

That's it for today. Neruda is worth reading in the original Spanish if you can or in English translation. Go for it...

Dylan in Princes Street

Yesterday as I looked out my kitchen window it was raining in Morningside yet when I walked through to my bedroom, not a long walk I should add and looked the window there it wasn't raining. Which was strangely satisfying if not very interesting. I suppose the rain has to stop somewhere and as well to stop over my building as anywhere else. This morning The Pentland Hills were all covered in mist which has now cleared and the hills are looking fine as usual. I often think how lucky I am to have that view from my apartment, and to have been enjoying it for all these years. To have shared the view over the years has been fine too, but now it's all mine.

Am listening to the fine Janice Forsyth on the radio as has been my delight on a Saturday morning for a good few years now. She is my favourite presenter on the old BBC. She has a fine taste in music and does some great interviews. Now the bosses at the BBC have announced that they will be scraping her prog in the summer to make way for more sport and news, as if we don't have enough already. Let's hope they come to their senses and leave Janice alone.

I've been busy writing my short stories so not much time for my blog recently. It takes a long time to write a  story and teacher has us doing one a week. Just like being back at school except it's not really, if you know what I mean, Even less time for housework, which is a bit of a bugger or a pleasure, depending on how you look at it.

Yesterday I went to the recently renovated Scottish National Portrait Gallery with my young friend Fiona, whom I've known for far too long to be mentioned here, but thanks for reminding me Fiona. And what a brilliant job the renovators have done. It's now a superb gallery, to add to all the other galleries and museums we have here in Edinburgh. If you haven't been yet it's definitely worth a few hours of your time. I will have to go back as there is so much to see.

There's a special exhibition called The War at Sea which is all about the First World War as seen by Sir John Lavery,who was a kind of official war painter. All the paintings are from the area around Firth of Forth and North Sea. Mostly of sea battles and preparations for battles and defences. The paintings are on loan from The Imperial War Museum so won't be there for long. I recommend you see it, it's educational and surprising in many ways and the paintings are brilliant.

This is longer than it was meant to be but I must mention a video which they are also showing at The Potrait Gallery. It's called "Eriskay, a Poem of Remote Lives", which was made by Werner Kissling and is the first film to be made with a Gaelic soundtrack. Hugely nostalgic for me. The film can be found on the Scottish Screen Archive website if anyone is interested.

Finally imagine my pleasant surprise to see a photo of Bob Dylan, taken in Princes Street in 1966, when he was on tour that year and played Edinburgh. I think my big brother saw him on that tour,  but of course as he didn't play in Stornoway I missed him that time round. Bob is looking good as usual, and so very young and handsome. He adds something special to Princes Street, genius I think it's called.