Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Pride and Prejudice public reading


This year is the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen's death, and to mark the occasion the UoA English department is holding a public reading of scenes from Pride and Prejudice. Tuesday 29th August 2pm – 5pm in 207-501 (Arts 2 building, Pat Hanan Room).


The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. ~ Northanger Abbey

Friday, 23 September 2016

Hogarth Shakespeare & Nutshell

Today I came across the Hogarth Shakespeare Initiative, which, in its own words, "sees Shakespeare’s works retold by acclaimed and bestselling novelists of today." Some of the plays have already been 'done' - Howard Jacoboson's Shylock is My Name (The Merchant of Venice) and Jeanette Winterson's The Gap of Time (The Winter's Tale.) Margaret Atwood's Hag-Seed (The Tempest) is due out next month.

A good idea? Not sure... but certainly an interesting one. You can read more about it, and see scheduled books in the series, here: http://crownpublishing.com/hogarth-shakespeare/.

Not part of this initiative, but in a similar vein, is Ian McEwan's Nutshell. This is a modern-day retelling of Hamlet, with rather a neat and original twist: the story is told by Hamlet while still inside his mother's womb, privy to the murderous plotting of his mother and uncle. This highly unusual point of view, combined with the fact that I have a weakness for all things Hamlet, was what made me buy the book.

Gertrude becomes Trudy and Claudius Claude, but apart from this the book is less faithful to the plot of the play than to its language and occasional rambling bouts of philosophy. Hunting these down was, for me, half the pleasure of this book, but it is well-told and well-written (though sometimes almost unnecessarily graphically) in its own right. Some reviewers have described the book as a 'thriller,' which seems to me something of an overstatement, but it is genuinely suspenseful.

A great deal of the play's language is neatly worked into the fabric of the novel. This is sometimes bold (the re-working of the "What a piece of work is a man" speech), more often subtle (Hamlet's descriptions of his mother, father and uncle), occasionally defiant (the last line of the book is "The rest is chaos"). The book's title, of course, comes from Hamlet's "I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

The Lay Folks Mass Book

After spending more than a year working with the university library's well-loved (read: decrepit and dog-eared) copy of the Lay Folks [no, there is no apostrophe] Mass Book, I finally have my own new and beautiful edition, in celebration of having finished my thesis:

 
The Lay Folks Mass Book, usually abbreviated to LFMB, is probably the most well-known of the medieval treatises on the Mass. Several of these treatises were produced in order to help the lay congregation follow the progression of the rite.

The LFMB was most likely translated into English from French in the latter half of the twelfth century. The text is important not only for what it reveals about the devotions of lay people at Mass but because it may have a local connection with York. Thomas Simmons, the original 1879 editor of the LFMB, decided that the text was originally translated into a northern English dialect (then, later, into Midland and Southern forms) and that the "Dan Jeremy" mentioned as author in two of the manuscripts may be the Jeremy who was Archdeacon of Cleveland (in the York diocese) by 1171. Unfortunately this theory can never be proved, but it is not unreasonable.

Unlike modern missals, the LFMB is not a translation or explanation of the Mass prayers and rubrics. Instead it is a set of vernacular prayers which encourage the reader to meditate on the benefits of the Mass and the Crucifixion. The basic structure of the Mass is traceable - I was quite easily able to follow a modern-day Tridentine Mass (the form in which the Mass was celebrated throughout the Middle Ages) using the LFMB as people today use a missal. The Confiteor, Gloria, Creed and Pater Noster are given in the text as (slightly corrupted) translations of their Latin versions, but the other prayers, though their intentions do roughly match those offered by the priest, are not translations of the Latin Mass prayers. Much of the book is taken up with identifying the priest’s actions, which function as cues either for private meditation (usually on the Crucifixion) or for the saying of private prayers, conveniently provided. 



The LFMB tends to become rather repetitive, as it reduces the continuous action of the Mass to specific, easily identifiable points in the liturgy. These serve as triggers for recalling the congregation to contemplation of Christ’s Passion, and as reminders for the people to say the appropriate prayer - nothing more. It does not encourage the people to progress beyond this basic level of response to the liturgy. 

However, that the book exists at all suggests that there was some expectation to involve the congregation with the Mass - to give them a role, or, at the very least, a set of signals through which they could follow what was happening at the altar. It indicates a medieval concern over how to include the congregation - or audience - and how to shape their experience. As these are issues that also concern a playwright, these cues, which do function rather in the manner of stage directions, are what gave me the idea that the Mass rite can be examined from a dramatic viewpoint, and therefore compared and contrasted with conventional drama. Since the Passion plays of the York mystery cycle are very closely aligned (in form, structure and language) with the liturgy and with the Mass, I started to look more closely at where and how the two are linked, and where and how they differ. This was the starting point of my thesis.

Some of the important 'cues' pin-pointed in the LFMB are:
  • the movement of the priest (or deacon) to the left-hand side of the altar for the reading of the Gospel, a signal for the congregation to “speke... noght/bot thenk on him that dere the boght” [speak not,/But think on Him (Christ) that thee dearly bought]
  • the Elevation of the Host, signalled by "a litel belle men oyse to ryng" [a little bell men use to ring]. The correct response to this signal was to "knelande holde vp both þi handes, /And so þo leuacioun þou be-halde" [kneeling, hold up both thy hands,/And so behold the elevation]
  • The priest's "spred[ing] of his arms on brade" [in the form of a cross], recalled not only the Crucifixion but also signified the “tyme to praye for the dede” [the time to pray for the dead]
  • The Pater Noster said by the priest, indicating that the Kiss of Peace was approaching, when the congregation kissed the pax (a little plaque of ivory or metal) handed round to them at the altar rails. [The medieval Kiss of Peace has an interesting and somewhat chequered history, but this shall be saved for another post!] 
One final note: for those of you who use the Father Lasance missal, the LFMB is mentioned in the introduction. See if you can find it!

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Auckland libraries Shakespeare Exhibition

A First Folio edition, via
Auckland Libraries has one of the 228 surviving copies of the First Folio, gifted by Sir George Grey in 1894. Along with other Folios, a Quarto of Pericles, and various contemporary works by other Elizabethan writers, it will be on display at the Central City Library (44-46 Lorne Street) until 19th June.


See also Auckland Libraries' Virtual Shakespeare Exhibition.

Friday, 4 March 2016

World Book Day

 "Painfully to pore upon a book
To seek the light of truth."
 - Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost 

"Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom."
- Shakespeare, The Tempest 

"I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading." - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
 
4th March is apparently World Book Day. Well, what d'ya know! The Telegraph has a list of 20 novels everyone 'should' read for the day (I can only tick off a mere 11).

However, being an English student, I do read quite a bit... some of my favourite books (in no particular order) are:


Sir Gawain and the Green Knight by the Pearl Poet
Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
Shirley by ditto
Jane Austen's novels (especially Emma and P&P
Middlemarch by Virginia Woolf
Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy
Brooklyn by Colm Tóibín
The Collected Works of William Shakespeare :D
Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe
The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
Translations by Brian Friel
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
Frost in May by Antonia White
Cider With Rosie by Laurie Lee
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The York Mystery Plays by... well, I wish I knew; if I did my academic career would be guaranteed ;)

Leave a comment and tell me some of your favourite books!

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Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Middle English Collective Nouns

Recently I have been reading Chloe Rhodes' little gem of a book, An Unkindness of Ravens: A Book of Collective Nouns (London: Michael O'Mara Books Ltd, 2014).

Apparently most collective nouns - both those we are familiar with today and many more that have fallen into obscurity - date from the Middle Ages. Like the rest of the Middle English vocabulary, these forgotten collective nouns are often vivid, pithy and downright funny.

Some of my favourite:

a goring of butchers

a gaggle of gossips 

a draught of butlers

a rascal of boys

a worship of writers [because they would flatter their rich patrons]

an eloquence of lawyers

a hastiness of cooks

a tabernacle of bakers [tabernacle (original meaning 'tent' or 'little hut') being the stall the backer would set up in the marketplace and from which he would sell his wares]


Thursday, 5 November 2015

Bonfire Night

The Gunpowder Plotters, via

Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot.
I see no reason 
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

These are the first lines of an old English folk ballad commemorating the 1605 Gunpowder Plot, when English Catholics famously tried to blow up the Protestant King James I and the Houses of Parliament. Also famously (or infamously), Guy Fawkes was caught lighting the fuse to the gunpowder, which was the end of the plot and also (eventually, after chase, capture and torture) of Guy (or Guido, as he was also known) and the other Gunpowder Conspirators.  

The Protestants were (and continued to be) highly gleeful about the failure of the plot and the conspirators' ignominious ends. The rest of the above rhyme, which dates from the latter half of the nineteenth century, runs

Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stage
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa boys! holloa, boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray! 

via http://www.potw.org/archive/potw405.html


Today most people only remember the first few lines, just as they remember Bonfire Night only for the fireworks, forgetting the bitter political and religious struggles which spawned it.

The last third of Jessie Child's book God's Traitors: Terror & Faith in Elizabethan England deals with the Gunpowder Plot, a thorough and scrupulous account of the conspiracy from a Catholic perspective. Like the rest of the book, it is fair, just and unsentimental. Well worth a read!

Here is poor old Guy Fawkes laying the gunpowder:

via
being tortured on the rack:

via
and finally being hung, drawn and quartered:

via
Guy Fawkes was from York; he was baptised here in April 1570, in St Michael le Belfrey, which is in High Petergate, right next door to the Minster. Alas, I neglected take a picture of the whole church while I was in York, but here is a very nice one of its doors:

Was the baby Guy carried through these doors on his way to baptism?


Across the street is a row of houses, one of which claims to be his birthplace:

via
But there are at least two other buildings in York claiming the same thing!
 

Thursday, 10 September 2015

The many bookshelves of an English student


Work bookshelf:


Thesis books...


more thesis books...


... and yet more thesis books. The Middle English section of the university library has found a new home :P






Organised (yes really) chaos


Old friends


Penguin Classics: the hallmark of English students


What to do when one runs out of room for more thesis books? Stack them on the floor, of course :)