sometimes you just read wretched stuff ~

[lookingland]

~ and you can't really help it. it has that sort of car-wreck fascination from which you just can't tear your eyes away. this has been my fodder for the last few nights. in the realms of the truly abhorrent.

for the 50bookchallenge:

no. 8. ~ Christmas with Robert E. Lee by Helen Topping Miller. i can't begin to imagine what compelled this author to pen such a wretched text. i was hoping for some treacle, but instead got a full-on helping of pathetic privation and disgrace (and endless pages of expository dialogue during which General Lee's children go on endlessly about stuff they all already know). man, this was a doozy: bad writing, a depressing, bad story, and some bizarre characterizationss. worse still, i have the sinking suspicion that everything in this slim volume was documented, right down to the Arlington carpets curled under against the wall because they were too big to fit at the shack at Washington College. i honestly couldn't tell if this was written to illicit sympathy for the Lees or in the spirit of some wicked schadenfreude. someone just spork my eyes out, please.

no. 9 ~ Madame Surratt: a drama in five acts by James Webb Rogers. oh. my. word. i'm not even sure i can begin to decribe this meta-theatrical pantheon of bad taste. the plot is inscrutable, the parade of random historical personages (including ~ oh wow ~ George Washington!) is bizarre (francis scott key and powhaten and patrick henry also make appearances ~ there is also an allegorical fantasy sequence, not quite but almost a ballet, in which actors representing the dissenting states comes back to the Union). honestly, i have no idea what to make of this mangled apologetic of southern honor that simultaneously damns the assassination and begs sympathy for its perpetrators. the dialogue is truly, pricelessly, dreadful: warbling Shakespearean monologues full of bombastic overbloated metaphors. this is my favorite exchange:

BOOTH: Richard the Third is on the boards to-night, and you shall learn the lesson while I play.

POWEL: Impossible, for I return to-night.

BOOTH: Whither?

POWEL: To my command.

BOOTH: Then wherefore did you come?

it is, in fact, so absolutely dreadful, i feel i must make use of it. immediately! i'm soooo working this in to my book somehow. if you would like to see for yourself this horror in all of its glory, feel free to read it online! (i love openlibrary.org).

and because we need an accompanying picture, here's something pretty and also slightly educational:



this carte-de-visite played a big role in the conspiracy trial.
it was found in the Surratt house with John Wilkes Booth's photograph
placed behind it. the prosecution kept trotting it out as
if it were some profound piece of evidence. it becomes an interesting
fixation during the course of the testimony.
anyway: it's Thursday and you know what that means? Update Day for Reconstruction. hopefully it's palate cleanser for inflicting bad books on you!

: D

Comments

[lolocat.livejournal.com]

I think we might have the Christmas with Robert Lee at work. I'll have to check when I get there because now I am intrigued. Not in a good way. In a shock value sort of way.

[minstrel-ivare.livejournal.com]

Powhattan??? What could he possibly have to say about the Civil War??

And of course the Powell/Booth dialogue is priceless. Good god...

[redcoatcat.livejournal.com]

So does historical fiction in 19th century inside flap start the same way as 18th century?
"Similar to the work of Don Juan and Tom Jones"

I found three books one day in a local boarders bookstore with that exact statement in it. XD

I really like how you colour this comic, mimicking photos from the time period is brilliant (I am presuming that is what you are doing)

=^,,^-

[utter-scoundrel.livejournal.com]

Cod Shakespeare. I love it.

BOOTH: Sic semper, sirrah! (shoots Lincoln)

LINCOLN: Zounds, Mary! I am killed!

(Booth leaps to stage.)

GROUNDLING #1: There's a booth that has clearly toppled.

GROUNDLING #2: At least he's more entertaing than the first act.

BOOTH: The King's men! I must flee!

(Exits stage, pursued by a bear.)


...I must be stopped.

[romanticizing.livejournal.com]

Wait, so why did they keep bringing up that cdv?

there is also an allegorical fantasy sequence, not quite but almost a ballet, in which actors representing the dissenting states comes back to the Union

Hahahaha. That is amazing.

And the first one reminds me of this BBC drama I saw about Nijinsky. I think every word to come out of his mouth was something he wrote in his diary (which he wrote way later than the year the show took place!), or some obscure ~foreshadowing~ to what would come later. I was left with the impression the writer just skimmed a biography of him rather than, you know, doing research.

(I've also read a few bizarre plays about Nijinsky, incidentally..)

I love you lj...you are da bomb ...totally spiffy...

[(Anonymous)]

(I'm buttering up lj so it will let me post)


Wow. Geo. Washington in a book about Mrs Surratt [sputter/eye roll/gag]The bit of dialogue between Booth and Powell is awfully funny though. ;-)

The Lee book sounds so awful...I hate the idea of Lee as an object of pity (sympathy, ok. pity, NO) What's a "schadenfreude"?

Hope you're reading something better now--sounds like you need a bit of a brain cleanse.

moo