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KATHRYN'S ORPHANS


Ada Monroe and Inman  (Cold Mountain)

Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

Babe (Babe)

Bambi

Bathsheba Everdene (Far from the Madding Crowd)

Batman

Beatrice (Much Ado about Nothing)

Becky Sharp (Vanity Fair)

Cecily Cardew (Importance of Being Earnest)

Champion (Les Triplettes de Belleville)

Cinderella

Collin Fenwick (The Grass Harp)

Dorothea Brooke (Middlemarch)

Dorothy Gale (The Wizard of Oz)

Edward Scissorhands

Eleanor Roosevelt

Elizabeth (Frankenstein)

Ellen Foster (Ellen Foster)

Ellie Arroway (Contact)

Eppie (Silas Marner)

Estella (Great Expectations)

Esther Summerson (Bleak House)

Eustacia Vye (Return of the Native)

Evelina

Flora Poste (Cold Comfort Farm)

Francis Marion Tarwater (The Violent Bear It Away)

Frodo Baggins (The Lord of the Rings)

Gou Wa “Doggie” (King of Masks)

Hadji (Johnny Quest)

Harriet Smith (Emma)

Harry Potter

Harvey Cheyne, Jr. (Captains Courageous)

Hawkeye (Last of the Mohicans)

Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

Heidi

Helena (All’s Well That Ends Well)

Homer Wells (Cider House Rules)

Huckleberry Finn

Hyacinth Robinson (The Princess Casimassima)

Irwin (Northfork)

Isabelle Archer (The Portrait of a Lady)

Jack Dawson (Titanic)

Jack Redburn (Master Humphrey's Clock)

Jake and Elwood Blues (The Blues Brothers)

James Henry Trotter (James & the Giant Peach)

Jane Eyre

Jane Fairfax (Emma)

Jen and Kira (The Dark Crystal)

Jo (Bleak House)

Joe Christmas (Light in August)

Jude Fawley (Jude the Obscure)

Kim (Kim)

Leo Tolstoy

Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)

Lillian (The Chimes)

Lily Bart (The Age of Innocence)

Lily Owen (The Secret Life of Bees)

Little Foot (The Land Before Time)

Little Nell (The Old Curiosity Shop)

Little Orphan Annie

Lucinda Leplastrier (Oscar and Lucinda)

*Lucy Manette (Tale of Two Cities)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Margaret, Helen, and Tibby Schlegel (Howard's End)

Marilyn Monroe

Mary Lennox (The Secret Garden)

Mary McCarthy

Mathilde and Manech (A Very Long Engagement)

Mattie Silver (Ethan Frome)

Miette (City of Lost Children)

Millie Theale (The Wings of a Dove)

Miriam Chadwick (Oscar and Lucinda)

Mowgli (The Jungle Book)

Nameless (Hero)

*Neo (The Matrix)

Oliver Twist

Orphan Girl (Gillian Welch)

Oscar Hopkins (Oscar and Lucinda)

Our Johnny (Our Mutual Friend)

Pai (Whale Rider)

Patrick Dennis (Auntie Mame)

Peter Pan and the Lost Boys

Philip Carey (Of Human Bondage)

Pip (Great Expectations)

Pollyanna

Posthumus (Cymbeline)

Princess Mononoke

Queen Elizabeth I

Rickie Elliot (The Longest Journey)

Rosa (Edwin Drood)

Salvatore “Toto” (Cinema Paradiso)

Sara Crewe (The Little Princess)

Seymour Krelborn (Little Shop of Horrors)

Smike (Nicholas Nickleby)

Solomon Perel (Europa Europa)

Sophie Neveu (The DaVinci Code)

Sophy Viner (The Reef)

Spiderman

Stuart Little
Sue Bridehead (Jude the Obscure)

Tarzan

Tanya Chernova (Enemy at the Gates)

Tertius Lydgate (Middlemarch)

Tom (Water Babies)

Tom Jones

Tom Sawyer

Trilby

Trinity (The Matrix)

Will Ladislaw (Middlemarch)

Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean)

W. Somerset Maugham

 

 

 

* = new or recent addition

 


AMNESIACS


[no name] (The Man Without a Past)

Dory (Finding Nemo)

Eleanor Mannering (Garden of Lies)

Giambattista "Yambo" Bodini (The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana)

Jason Bourne (The Bourne Identity)

Joel Barish and Clementine Kruczynski (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

Leonard Shelby (Memento)

*Manech (A Very Long Engagement)

Nick Petrov (Oblivion)

Peter Appleton (The Majestic)

Rita (Mulholland Drive)

Ryder (The Unconsoled)

Samson Greene (Man Walks into a Room)

Will Barrett (The Last Gentleman)

 

April 28,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

For clients the grandes horizontales drew from the idle rich dandies like feuillet's 'Monsieur de Camors', who described his day as follows: 'I generally rise in the morning. . . . I go to the Bois, then to the club, and then to the Bois, and afterwards I return to the club. . . . In the evening if there's a first night anywhere I fly to it.'  Everything in the Second Empire seemed designed for their greater convenience; there was even a newspaper, the Naïade, made of rubber--so that it could be read while wallowing in the bath.

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 27,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The greatest of the grandes horizontales, 'La Païva', once asked Ponsard the playwright to compose some verses in honour of her sumptuous new staircase (in what is now the Travellers' Club on the Champs Elysées), and he replied with a single line adapted from Phedre: 'Ainsi que la vertu, la vice a ses degrés.' ['Vice, like virtue, has its steps up and down.']

--The Fall of Paris by Alistair Horne

April 24,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

One of them, whom I dearly wish I had known better, was a psychiatrist named Mariano de la Cruz, who, because psychotherapy was so uncommon in Spain (though slightly more familiar in Barcelona, the least Catholic and most "European" of Spanish cities), was the man to whom artists and intellectuals who felt destabilized would resort, as more devout people would seek the absolution of a favorite priest in the confessional  Since few of his patients had much money, they paid in paintings, prints, and drawings, and he ended up with a handsome collection that crammed the walls of his modest flat in Eixample.  There would have been nothing so very unusual about this except that Mariano was also a passionate and erudite aficionado of the bullring, of which Barcelona had two, and led what was more or less a second life as the bullfight critic of La Vanguardia.  I am right in thinking that his elderly charmer, who looked like a rubicund peach with a fringe of white hair, was the first and only man in the world to make his living half from Freudian/Lacanian analysis and half from tauromachy?  I hope so.  Certainly he was the only shrink at whose table (and he was a great gourmet, too, courted, feared, and respected by the restaurants of Barcelona, and famed for his version of the festive boiled-meat dish known as escudella) one might conceivably have met El Cordobés or, years before, Ignacio Sánchez Mejías, the torero whose death inspired García Lorca to write his lament with the refrain At five in the afternoon.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

[N.B.:  And a fictionalized Senor Cruz as an amateur detective would give Hercule Poiret a run for his money.]

April 23,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Artists, I came to believe, are not prophets and should not imagine themselves to be, for that is merely a form of pomposity.  Their work does not "foreshadow" later paintings or sculptures, as in an act of divination or clairvoyancy; instead, it becomes the basis of later works by being used, imitated, learned from by later artists.  In other words, it becomes part of the past and assumes the value that we associate with the past.  To the extent that it is radical, it is only so in the literal sense of the Latin radix, a root; it absorbs nourishment, gives support, and offers rootedness and a degree of security in an otherwise bafflingly hypothetical future.  It may be what you call "conservative" I might call "radical," but that does not preclude the possibility that both of us are looking at something new.  The truly radical work of art is the one that offers you something to hold on to in the midst of the flux of possibility.  Thus Piero della Francesca's Baptism, in London, or Rembrandt's sublimely inward-looing Bathsheba, in the Louvre, is radical in a deep way that no Damien Hirst could ever be--which is why even mentioning them in the same sentence is faintly comical.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

April 22,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The past is pervasive; it seeps into everything; it is the very air that artists and their public breathe.  And yet because the past is irreplaceable and cannot be done again, it was that very past, not the present or the future, that was so delicate, so vulnerable, so dreadfully easy to erase.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

[N.B.:  And this quality is exactly what motivates ISIS with respect to its destruction of cultural artifacts that pre-date Islam.  You can write anything on an erased--a blank--slate.]

April 21,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

For there we were filming in the gallery on press day, and not a hundred feet away, across the shiny parquet, was my literary demigod: Old Man Palinurus himself, Cyril Vernon Connolly.  Shall it be now?  I asked myself.  Or shall it be never? Quaking somewhat, I approached the dread presence and launched into one of those atrociously clumsy self-introductions that young Australians are so good at.  I owed him so much, so very much.  If I had nor read (and read and reread) The Unquiet Grave, I could hardly have raised the gumption to leave Australia.  This speech took rather a long time, and by the end of it I caught an icy glint in Connolly's froggy eyes.  "I cannot believe," he said at last, "that I am to be held entirely responsible for the accidental effects of my juvenilia in remote colonies."  Just like that, one sentence.  It was the remote, hit with the clarity of a funeral chime, that got me.  He then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me to contemplate oblivion.

--Things I Didn't Know by Robert Hughes

April 20,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

It is a frequent irony that those in whom we feel we need to make an offering of our past feel threatened, or isolated, or diminished by that past.

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 17,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"Also, of course, there are people who come to tell you things, who want to have told someone a certain thing, to have talked about it - but can't actually bring themselves to say what the real matter is.  Some people are very oblique-partly because they daren't say-partly because they're not prepared to trust anyone who can't guess what they only hint at-partly because they don't know what they are on about, and hope if they go on talking it'll become clear to them.  They don't care so much if it's clear to me."

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 16,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"They said you were going to be a head-shrinker."

"No, no, no.  An academic psychologist.  I intend to study the relations between perception and thought.  Not libido, dear girl, thought.  The ultimate narcissism, the brain measuring its own ticks and fluctuations.  The roots of knowledge."

"How can it?"

"How can it?"

"How can it know itself?  How can it study what itself is?  It can't get outside itself."

"Machines, Federica."

"Machines it thought up itself."

"Well - not it.  Several discrete brains.  But it's a valid point.  A closed circle.  The brain can't check the brain's conclusions about the brain's conclusions about the brain.  No harm in trying, though."

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

[N.B.:  A closed circle--where did we run across that image before?  Oh yes, the post from April 13th.]

April 15,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

He was the sort of boy schoolmasters secretly hope will come a cropper, so blithe, so arrogant, so effortless, so ingrate had been his academic proceedings.  They wrote heavily qualified references which Cambridge ignored.

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 14,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"Conjuring with the wrong images.  Since then we've been living in an anthropocentric universe with our eyes and ears and minds shut.  What's called Religion isn't about inhuman Spirit but about Man and Morals and Progress, which are much less important.  and then Science came, which should have given them an inkling, an inkling of the inhuman Powers that Be, but what they did was develop their antrhopocentricity into the terrible idea that Man is the Master of all Things.  Now that, Potter, is black conjuring, that produced Hiroshima and Satanic mills.  Science could have been used, of course, to re-establish the ancient knowledge that Man had his place on a Scale of Being as an intermediary between Pure Matter and Pure Spirit.  But they talked about the indomitable human spirit and the empty heavens and lost their chances."

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 13,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"The Renaissance was when they got Man's relationship with Spirit wrong.  They revived the old pagan idea that Man is the Measure of all things, which of course is absurd, and that idea did untold damage.  Instead of infinity you had to be content with a circle a man could touch at every point." 

--The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt

April 12,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

The abuse of words upon which our official doctrine depended was already prefigured in the sacred texts of Marx, Engels, and Lenin.  The goal, Karel said, was not to tell explicit lies but to destroy the distinction between the true and the false, so that lying becomes neither necessary nor possible.  And he compared Newspeak to kitsch, the purpose of which is to destroy the distinction between true and false sentiment, so as to remove emotion from reality and invest it in a world of fantasy, where nothing has a value, though everything has a price.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 11,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

"Distrust was built in to the system from the beginning," he said ignoring my question.  "The first axiom of Marx Scientist is that everything they tell you is a lie.  The second axiom is that it doesn't matter, since you are lying too.  The third axiom is 'Kill all liars!'  That's what they did to this guy, Radim Drejsl, who came back from the Soviet Union with an odd desire to tell unofficial lies of his own.  He ended up on the pavement, five floors below his apartment.  In those days you went forward with Gottwald through the nearest window."

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 10,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Dressed in this music-hall costume, he accompanied himself in the song composed by Radim Drejsl for the First Church of Marx Scientist, Czechoslovak branch: Za Gottwalds vpred, "Forward with Gottwald," which he sang in a high caressing tenor.  The effect was so ludicrous that I found myself curled up in laughter on a broken-springed sofa, clutching in my merriment the batting-eyed doll in frilly underwear that occupied one of its corner.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 9,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

There are things, he explained, which in their true form cannot be bought and sold: love, honor, duty, sacrifice.  But if we wish to buy and sell them nevertheless, we have to construct soft fairyland versions of them.  That, he said, is the meaning of kitsch: it is the representation, in a world of falsehood, of ideals that we once had in the world of truth.  All this culminates in communism, which is kitsch of a new kind: kitsch with teeth.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 8,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Living now in a country of religious maniacs, I hold onto my Czech skepticism as a badge of sanity.  But I spontaneously resonated to Father Pavel's message.  He described the supernatural as an everyday presence, folded into the scheme of things like the lining of a coat.  The Christian religion, he said, is not refuted by suffering, but uses suffering to make sense of the world.  And he added a thought that surprised me, not because it was at odds with what I knew, but because it fitted my experience so exactly.  God, he said, could be present among us only if He first divests himself of power.  To enter this world dressed in the power that created it would be to threaten us all with destruction.  Hence God enters in secret.  He is the truly powerless one, whose role is to suffer and forgive.  That is the meaning of the sacrifice, in which the body and blood of the Redeemer are shared among his killers.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 7,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

She stopped in the Charles Square, by the New Town Hall, from the windows of which, in 1419, the Hussite leader Jan Zelivsky had thrown thirteen town councillors to their deaths.  Defenestration is a Czech tradition, the only one that the communists had retained.  The monument to Zelivsky stands in the square, reminding us of our national virtues.  No monument commemorates those thirteen councillors.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 6,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

And he wrote of a spiritual force that had rotted things from within: the religion of Progress, which forbade humanity to stand still, not even for a moment, making it a sin to enjoy the luminous present and all the depths that shine in it, as they shone for me in those two Mahler symphonies--5 and 6--that had acquired a special place in Dad's collection of records.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 5,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Dad stood in his pajamas, his handcuffed wrists in front of him, his face white and frozen.  He was found guilty of subversion in collaboration with a foreign power.  We never knew which foreign power they had in mind.  the power of literature, maybe.  Or perhaps his reading parties were the cover for something more serious that they chose not to reveal.  anyway, he got five years hard labor.  Three years on, we were told that a mine had collapsed, burying a dozen enemies of the people.  Dad was one of them.

--Notes from Underground by Roger Scruton

April 4,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Everything seemed to be moving along well, developing favorably and successfully and most loyally; the Empire was growing and even, as His Supreme Highness stressed, blossoming--when suddenly reports came in that those overseas benefactors who had taken upon themselves the trouble of feeding our ever-insatiable people had rebelled and were suspending shipments because our Finance Minister, Mr. Yelma Deresa, wanting to enrich the Imperial treasury, had ordered the benefactors to pay high customs fees on the aid.  "You want to help?' the minister asked.  "Please do, but you must pay."  and they said, "What do you mean, pay?  We give help!  And we're supposed to pay?"  "Yes," says the minister, "those are the regulations.  Do you want to help in such a way that our Empire gains nothing by it?"  And here, together with the minister, our press raises its voice to denounce the rebellious benefactors, saying that by suspending aid they condemn our nation to the cruelties of poverty and starvation.  They oppose the Emperor and interfere in internal affairs.  It was rumored, my friend, that half a million people had died of hunger, which our newspapers blamed on these shameful, infamour missionaries and nurses. 

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

April 3,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

We must remember that the Palace was a nest of mediocrity, a collection of second-rate people, and in a time of crisis such people lose their heads and think of nothing but saving their own skins.  Mediocrity is dangerous: when it feels itself threatened it becomes ruthless.

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

April 2,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

Up north there was no rebellion.  No one raised his voice or his hand there.  But just let the subject start to eat his fill and then try to take the bowl away, and immediately he rises in rebellion.  the usefulness of going hungry is that a hungry man thinks only of bread.  He's all wrapped up in the thought of food.  He loses the remains of his vitality in that thought, and he no longer has either the desire or the will to seek pleasure through the temptation of disobedience.  Just think: Who destroyed our Empire?  Who reduced it to ruin?  Neither those who had too much, nor those who had nothing, but those who had a bit.  Yes, one should always beware of those who have a bit, because they are the worst, they are the greediest, it is they who push upward.

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

April 1,  2015

Patrick: Lagniappe

And I'll go so far, my friend, as to say that we had a loyal press--yes, loyal in an exemplary way.  To tell the truth, there wasn't much of it, because for over thirty million subjects twenty-five thousand copies were printed daily, but His Highness worked on the assumption that even the most loyal press should not be given in abundance, because that might create a habit of reading, and from there it is only a single step to the habit of thinking, and it is well known what inconveniences, vexations, troubles, and worries thinking causes.

--The Emperor: Downfall of an Autocrat by Ryszard Kapuscinski

WHAT WE'RE READING


Patrick:

  1. The Queen of Spades and Other Stories by Alexander Pushkin (tr. Alan Myers)
  2. The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy
  3. A Place in the Country by W. G. Sebald (tr. Jo Catling)

Kathryn:

  1. Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
  2. Masters of Atlantis by Charles Portis

 


RECENT READS
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IN THE QUEUE
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Kathryn:

  • Story by Robert McKee
  • Consilience by Edward O. Wilson

LITBLOG BIBELOTS

SUGGESTED LINKS
Patrick:

The Reading Experience (a smart and witty litblog)

Invisible Adjunct (a sad and poignant blog written in ravishing prose by an anonymous adjunct professor ultimately denied tenure; she  left the site up as a well-visited tombstone)

The Dickens Page (Dickens, Dickens and more Dickens)

About Last Night (Terry Teachout rocks!)

OS Shakespeare (All things Shakespeare--and it's free!)

Kathryn:

Arts and Letters Daily

Internet Movie Database

Literary trivia: First Line Quiz

Movie reviews: Rotten Tomatoes

Photo.net: Fish around in "Top-rated photos."

Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About: Want a good laugh?

More earnest chain email propagating misinformation? Send the sender to Snopes.com.

An animated primer on The Internet vs. Real Life; takes a long time to load.

New Orleans Links
NOLA.com
WWOZ radio
Jazz Fest
Parasol's for po boys
Maple Street Books

Basin Street Records
Mardi Gras 2005

Austin Links
Mother Egan's Irish Pub
Austin City Limits Music Festival
Salvage Vanguard Theater
Book People