Reading matters…..

cicero_cvr1_h750-1.jpgAnother Folio read from my collection – this one still in its cellophane wrapper, unopened for, what, 15 years, and what a find. Apart from the moderniste illustrations which I disliked intensely this was an amazing read. Basically it is Cicero’s speeches in court usually for the defence. The florid language and the egotistical approach are to the fore but the content is mind-boggling. Apart from the fact that the extensive notes in this issue take you right through Roman history up to the first Emperors, the speeches themselves take you right into the heart of what it was to be a Roman. I studied Latin to A Level and have always liked reading about Roman history, but this was something else. You really felt you were there in the Senate or court house listening to someone who has always been regarded as one of the greatest orators of all time. And the daily life described, and the political machinations, so like what we know ourselves. These people, apart from obvious differences, were human beings with human foibles who could be living next door to us now. What a privilege it was to read (over a period of several months) these extremely detailed accounts of what was going on in the late Republican era. Unlike modern court cases Cicero’s defences usually rested on the question Crassus apparently alway asked ‘Who stands to benefit?’, and thereafter minute dissection of character. So they were hardly objective, but that all adds to the spice. A book to lose yourself in….

Not sure I have talked about this before but this highly illustrated edition of ‘Under Milk51eKHyeFcJL._SX418_BO1204203200_-1.jpg Wood’ is a wonderful thing to have. I just love the beautiful language of Dylan and his over-fertile imagination. The nearest thing I can think of is Homer with his ‘wine-dark sea’. No-one but no-one else could have written this, and the fact that his life was, in a sense, so tragic and cut short is to be heavily regretted. Peter Blake the famous British artist spent 28 years on a labour of love drawing and painting all of the characters and imaginings from the story/poem and this is now a wonderful accompaniment to the text. It just adds an extra dimension. Having spent some time living and working in South  Wales which I always remember fondly, I do find myself reading with a Welsh lilt trying to replicate Richard Burton. As if!

item_XL_10610563_13939767.jpgNow here’s an interesting book. I have never really bothered with it, thinking it to dwell in the realms of the astrological, which is not for me. However, having dipped into it I find that, far from that, it takes pains to examine the great stories of Myth in all the main cultures and religions. ‘Here, from every corner of the globe, are tales of the world’s creation, undying love, the Sun and the Moon, gods of the weather, tricksters, terrible monsters, the afterlife and the underworld, and more.’ Christopher Dell shows how many myths share common patterns, and this is the really fascinating thing about it. I found it, to be honest, quite astounding how stories in one religion are very nearly exactly the same in another. So, just as the ancient Greeks, when dead, crossed the river Styx so the Japanese crossed the river Sanzu. Or take honey. The OT is full of references to honey, suggestive of sweetness and leisure, and one of the chapters of the Koran entitled ‘The Bee’ describes it as ‘a cure for men’. In Hinduism honey is used in worship or as a sacrifice.  To us the most famous example of flooding comes from the OT where Noah builds his ark to save every species in The Great Flood. In the Mesopotamian Epic of Gilgamesh Utnapishtim is advised by the God Enki to build an ark before his brother sends a great deluge. In Greek mythology, Zeus decides to flood the world too…..Prometheus however forewarns his son who prepares a chest of provisions in which he and his wife float around for 9 days. In Hindu myth the human Manu is warned of the flood by Vishnu and is able to save himself in time. One can only imagine that a lot of the Myths had a common source, and that in turn leads to lots of philosophical questions. I’ll leave those to someone else!

 

 

Another evening at the opera…

A6BD6048-4110-4C69-9050-696A789C90A2-1170x751.jpegWell, almost – the Vue cinema in Plymouth again. And, yet again, a superb experience. This time La Traviata from The Met New York. It really is almost like being there. And this production had a few twists – features which didn’t appear in our last viewing of La Traviata. It started as a dream sequence with flash-backs which set the scene very nicely. And it included a ballet sequence which was astonishingly good since this is an opera company. The leads – stars soprano Diana Damrau and the tenor Juan Diego Flórez. were terrific, powerful, moving. And, as the NYT says ‘the solid, robust baritone Quinn Kelsey was grave and formidable as Germont’. He was indeed and obviously, as an American, a particular audience favourite. And, it was nothing less than the start of a new period in the Met’s history: the Yannick Nézet-Séguin era as Musical Director. And the music was indeed incredible. We have listened since to other recordings including Maria Callas and they don’t hold a candle to this production. Still, what do we know about opera? I only went to my first just over a year ago! I’m a definite convert. Watching this the tears started falling unbidden from my eyes. Amazing!merlin_147638601_589a5771-6177-45e6-95b1-6b564e98b1dd-jumbo.jpg

ACT I

Violetta Valéry knows that she will die soon, exhausted by her restless life as a courtesan. At a party she is introduced to Alfredo Germont, who has been fascinated by her for a long time. Rumor has it that he has been enquiring after her health every day. The guests are amused by this seemingly naïve and emotional attitude, and they ask Alfredo to propose a toast. He celebrates true love, and Violetta responds in praise of free love (Ensemble: “Libiamo ne’ lieti calici”). She is touched by his candid manner and honesty. Suddenly she feels faint, and the guests withdraw. Only Alfredo remains behind and declares his love (Duet: “Un dì felice”). There is no place for such feelings in her life, Violetta replies. But she gives him a camellia, asking him to return when the flower has faded. He realizes this means he will see her again the following day. Alone, Violetta is torn by conflicting emotions—she doesn’t want to give up her way of life, but at the same time she feels that Alfredo has awakened her desire to be truly loved (“Ah, fors’è lui… Sempre libera”).

ACT II

Violetta has chosen a life with Alfredo, and they enjoy their love in the country, far from society (“De’ miei bollenti spiriti”). When Alfredo discovers that this is only possible because Violetta has been selling her property, he immediately leaves for Paris to procure money. Violetta has received an invitation to a masked ball, but she no longer cares for such distractions. In Alfredo’s absence, his father, Giorgio Germont, pays her a visit. He demands that she separate from his son, as their relationship threatens his daughter’s impending marriage (Duet: “Pura siccome un angelo”). But over the course of their conversation, Germont comes to realize that Violetta is not after his son’s money—she is a woman who loves unselfishly. He appeals to Violetta’s generosity of spirit and explains that, from a bourgeois point of view, her liaison with Alfredo has no future. Violetta’s resistance dwindles and she finally agrees to leave Alfredo forever. Only after her death shall he learn the truth about why she returned to her old life. She accepts the invitation to the ball and writes a goodbye letter to her lover. Alfredo returns, and while he is reading the letter, his father appears to console him (“Di Provenza”). But all the memories of home and a happy family can’t prevent the furious and jealous Alfredo from seeking revenge for Violetta’s apparent betrayal.

At the masked ball, news has spread of Violetta and Alfredo’s separation. There are grotesque dance entertainments, ridiculing the duped lover. Meanwhile, Violetta and her new lover, Baron Douphol, have arrived. Alfredo and the baron battle at the gaming table and Alfredo wins a fortune: lucky at cards, unlucky in love. When everybody has withdrawn, Alfredo confronts Violetta, who claims to be truly in love with the Baron. In his rage Alfredo calls the guests as witnesses and declares that he doesn’t owe Violetta anything. He throws his winnings at her. Giorgio Germont, who has witnessed the scene, rebukes his son for his behavior. The baron challenges his rival to a duel.

ACT III

Violetta is dying. Her last remaining friend, Doctor Grenvil, knows that she has only a few more hours to live. Alfredo’s father has written to Violetta, informing her that his son was not injured in the duel. Full of remorse, he has told him about Violetta’s sacrifice. Alfredo wants to rejoin her as soon as possible. Violetta is afraid that he might be too late (“Addio, del passato”). The sound of rampant celebrations are heard from outside while Violetta is in mortal agony. But Alfredo does arrive and the reunion fills Violetta with a final euphoria (Duet: “Parigi, o cara”). Her energy and exuberant joy of life return. All sorrow and suffering seems to have left her—a final illusion, before death claims her.

A rainy day in Cornwall….

David and Jennifer over for a fleeting visit, and pouring with rain. What to do? Eden proved the answer. We have resisted going there during the period we have lived down here because it seems so expensive. But by getting a locals’ card and paying by DD we got it down to a reasonable amount and we can go as many times as we want in the next year. It has grown a lot since we last visited on one of our many holidays down here but nevertheless there are 3 main areas…the rainforest, the Mediterranean and the outdoor gardens.

20181208_141318.jpegWe started out in the rainforest which goes from one type of rainforest to another – Tropical Islands, Southeast Asia, West Africa and Tropical South America in sequence as you ascend the long route through the biome. And this is the world’s largest indoor rainforest so it is quite spectacular. 20181208_142114.jpeg20181208_142436.jpeg20181208_142646.jpegThe Malaysian house I always find interesting as it comes complete with vegetable plots and paddy field……20181208_142852.jpegThe pineapple ginger’s flower is amazing….20181208_142902.jpegBut then so are lots of things including the stupendous foliage…20181208_143142.jpg20181208_150826.jpg20181208_143237.jpegThe Miracle fruit below is grown largely in Ghana and produces a protein which acts as a defence against pathogenic organisms. It is 2000 times sweeter than sucrose and has the remarkable effect that, when eaten, it causes sour foods (such as lemons and limes) subsequently consumed to taste sweet…….20181208_143401.jpegPlenty of special effects such as mist and rain…..20181208_143923.jpgThe rope bridge is an interesting experience as, once over to the other side, I felt all the hard surfaces underfoot wobbling for some time afterwards. Like being on a rolling ship and coming ashore I suppose.20181208_144148.jpg20181208_144330One fantastic addition since last time is the aerial walkway which leads to a viewing platform. After reading all the warning notices about people with heart conditions (me) and fear of heights (me), I left the queue and am rather glad I did. David confirmed it would not have been for me! D and J enjoyed the views from on high….20181208_145008.jpeg20181208_145149.jpegThe banana production unit is great….20181208_150005.jpgand good to see the Baobab trees….20181208_145635.jpgand drink their bounty….20181208_150310.jpgNear here there were some very friendly and quite lovely roul-roul partridges …..20181208_150623.jpegand shortly afterwards amazing orchids….20181208_150637.jpg20181208_150643.jpeg20181208_150724.jpgand one very unusual powder-puff bloom as we reached the lower levels again…..20181208_150936.jpgWe did visit the Med but probably better in Spring/Summer when we shall return….and talking of returning we did return just 2 days afterwards in the evening for the so-called shadows and light experience (it being Christmas). I do have to say after seeng terrific displays of lights in Edinburgh last Christmas this was surprisingly very disappointing – very low key, and mirrored by the rather amateurish bands….Eden should seek out Edinburgh Botanical gardens for advice on how to do a light show really well. 20181214_173108.jpg