Feb. 11th, 2017

jazzy_dave: (black jazz)
Another dank dreary day in which we had a combination of cold winds, rain and occasional sleet Bitterly cold infact.

So after the lie-in and a quick nip to the supermarket to get some food the rest of the day has been spent listening to music, the radio or reading.

Oh and i also received through the post yesterday a CD by Spring Heel Jack called Amassed featuring Han Bennink , Evan Parker, John Edwards and Matthew Shipp amonst others.

One of the tracks from the album.

Spring Heel Jack - Lit

jazzy_dave: (bookish)
W.G Sebald "The Emigrants" (Harvill)

This is a book of 4 essays, each focusing on someone the author knew personally (a landlord, a teacher, a great uncle, an artist friend), all displaced emigrants, all fairly normal, but also very remarkable in ways that Sebald skillfully and subtly brings out. These are essays about history and fate and, often, the holocaust... which is wisely never mentioned directly.

He writes in a way you have to savour slowly, in a certain state of mind.I have a hard time putting my finger on what exactly I enjoyed so much about this book. Perhaps this is a compliment to the writer, in that nothing stands out as remarkable... it is stylistically and structurally pretty standard stuff, but it builds in a cumulative way. Something about the slow, personal way these essays develop. Something about the melancholy that isn't ever melodramatic. Enlightening without being simply (or ever) revelatory. In fact, there are no answers here, simply questions and pain and longing. It's complex and open ended and personal.

His essays, which are sometimes considered fiction, but really are a tightrope-walk between reality and our tenuous relationship with it, are interspersed with photos. Some of the photos obviously contribute to the pieces, but some--oddly--are very literal and do not seem to illuminate much. And oftentimes I want to see a photo of something that is frustratingly not shown. Perhaps this was deliberately withheld from the reader for a purpose.

This particular book satisfied a craving. A craving for something stirring and huge, but not sad in the traditional 'weeping over my pillow' way... but more restrained, more difficult, more like a very distinct stillness, like an enormous snow-covered mountain range.

Recommended reading i say.


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