Thursday, February 27, 2014

Caesar and Cleopatra, Antony and Cleopatra; by Bernard Shaw.



Caesar And Cleopatra:-

Here is a fresh look at Cleopatra as the young girl she must have been, compared to the much older Caesar - and while it is delightful in seeing a petulant young pretty girl getting her education rather expensively, through life and war, it is also a scathing commentary on various issues around war and morality and dealing with enemy, with Caesar above his fellow men - and women - providing them insight about why it was wrong what they did wrong.

Most delightful remains the prologue, a monologue by the Egyptian god Ra, addressing the audience disdainfully.

A sample - "O you compulsorily educated people!"

Monday, September 22, 2008.
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Antony and Cleopatra:-

Famous play by Shakespeare that was about an adult Cleopatra, the Queen of Egypt, formidable and famous in her own right, apart from various men that were attracted to her or involved with her. The mystic aura about her has never diminished, and one can hardly think of Egypt or Julius Caesar or Mark Antony without a wisp of thought of Cleopatra.

This play was performed back to back by Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier as a grand theater program, with Shaw in the morning when Cleopatra is a young girl and Shakespeare in the evening with the mystique of the young adult woman she grew into, commanding men and armies and more. This ambitious program by the couple performing the two plays together every day back to back is the reason for this unusual coupling of the two.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014.
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Candida; by George Bernard Shaw.



Revolutionary, as much else by Mr. Shaw, this work, about a luminous woman with her own mind and strength and wisdom - perhaps much like your wife or mother, at that - and entirely worthy of more than reading. About love and truth about love, and about marriage. About strength, and about one's responsibility.

Once it was understood without hypocrisy that a man looked for a wife who could make a home for him, and a woman had to make the best possible choice at every moment, either gambling on getting a better offer, or taking the best she had, in marrying a man who could provide for the home she would make. Few were lucky to find lvoe as well, at the same time - most did the best they could, and things have not changed in this respect, only there is more hypocrisy in name of love.

Love is not so easy to either find or choose or live with.

Love might very well be a man too young to provide a family for the woman whom he fell in love with - she might be married, with a family, if she is lucky, not still waiting and dispirited. Will she then choose him? Or will conservative values win and she advise the younger man, the lover, to go find someone appropriate?

If she does, it might just be that she has wisdom and courage to name the real reasons for her decision, and explain them. A woman - a wife and mother, in potential and instinct even when not de facto - chooses the weaker one, to care for and to protect with all she has to give, which is love and care and understanding and more.

A scrawny young poet, and a respected much loved minister, who does the woman choose? Or does she have to choose between them?

Monday, September 22, 2008.
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Monday, February 24, 2014

Annajanska: The Bolshevik Empress; by George Bernard Shaw,



A comedy look at the revolution where instead of the gore and massacres of real events there is a princess of the realm travelling dressed up as an officer of the military, which leads people to conclude she is kidnapped by the officer; what she intends is to take over the revolution, and since the various people now serving the revolution and attempting to adapt to the new order of the day of everyone supposedly being equal are at heart still very much devoted to her, there is every chance she will succeed, and so become the Bolshevik Empress.

January 21, 2014.
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The Inca of Perusalem: by George Bernard Shaw.



Shaw lived and wrote during times of great turbulence of more than world scale, of scale of history as well as world. Feudal era passing and ideas of equality of all humans (- then they said men, forgetting women are not always included, so almost a foot behind women followed with demands and questions re their equal rights, fought in most western nations with great rigorous opposition from men and often women who saw their privileges in riding on men's coattails slipping away if they had to be independent -) not only being put forth but seeming to take root, flourish, fly, and already establish in various places, with great revolutions needed to bring them to fore taking place in others.

So he wrote of things to come, things being thought and discussed, things seeming to come true, and human follies and natures and interactions making the live tragedies and horrors seem not only bearable but funny and hilarious, as often they must have been. Inca Of Perusalem is one such play.

The princess of the realm is modest and unable to insist on being treated with the due respect she ought to be paid by average and avaricious hotel managers, and it takes a smart and formidable young woman to set things right, so of course the princess cannot help employing her albeit she is a bit scared of the new maid. Then there is the question of the Inca who has sent a proposal to the princess on behalf of his son, and an emissary to meet her, in reality to inspect her to see if she is fit to be queen some day.

Only of course, as the readers know by now being accustomed to the device a century after such authors set the precedent, the emissary is Inca incognito and the young woman he meets and is browbeaten by and smitten by is the maid. Both however are smart, so everything turns out fine. Meanwhile the readers - and audience in theater if that is how one comes across this - have had fun.


Overruled: by George Bernard Shaw.



A couple in need of refreshing or rethinking a marriage in the comparatively restricted era a century ago when divorce was possible but socially not easy to live with, would likely take time away to think it over. If they of reasonable means it could mean going around the world on a pleasure cruise separately, and of course an earlier generation might simply have arranged separate bedrooms or - if they were higher or lower than middle class - have separate intimate lives with others outside the marriage a la French (upper class? not necessarily), too. But this era, beginning of open thinking and lives, and a bit more honesty, would prompt them to more honest solutions towards saving the marriage honestly or do whatever it is honestly.

Now if George Bernard Shaw is going to consider this question he naturally comes up with two couples that have gone their separate ways around the world and have not only come across one half of the other each but fallen in love, and to throw in more fun they have very different attitudes. One falls in love desperately but is shocked at the beloved wife of another takes it as not so difficult or immoral as long as they don't do anything physical, and another has exactly the opposite position.

Of course, post our first encounter with the first pair of lovers in quandary of what if whether, soon the two couples meet, the men discuss, and it is all funny if more intellectually when reading, but competent performers (one can imagine David Niven, Cary Grant, and women to match) might make audience roll in aisles with pain due to laughter too.

Of course, real life couples do not have so neat or happy solutions, there is far more pain and mess, but all the more reason to look to literature and its more visual experiences of theatre and film and now television for some relief, some smiles, laughter, and forgetting of pains. In this as ever Shaw succeeds albeit with a bit more intellectual level than say Jeeves, or perhaps one might compare them on par, but this one certainly could serve the purpose.


Saturday, February 22, 2014

The Plays of Shaw (26 Plays); by George Bernard Shaw.




Augustus Does His Bit:-

Only Mr. Shaw could do this - live during harrowing, exciting, uncertain times when future seemed brilliant one moment and bleak another, when a huge war was complicated by a revolution in a huge, huge nations sprawled across eastern half of Europe and all of north Asia, when kingdoms fell down and royal families were assassinated and aristocrats fled their homes and countries and lived lives of penury in greatly strained circumstances and still tried to maintain their haughty demeanor, when middle and upper classes were uncertain if their own servants would rise up and slay them all over when asleep, and colonial rules were beginning to totter with independence movements gaining momentum - only he could live through all this, and take a look at it with a seemingly close focus and paint a seemingly sarcastic, ridiculing portrait of his own side, and yet come out making a reader and a viewer adoring the very people we were all laughing at a moment ago.

The short play is set in the battlefield of the first world war somewhere in the background, with a typical slightly dense upper- upper middle class Augustus attempting to do his best for his nation, saying all the right things with complete sincerity and yet be naive enough to be fooled by a woman of upper class who has arrived to spy, to take away important papers that lie openly on his desk in the belief that everyone shall be British and play cricket, and not lie or spy while looking like a lady or a gentleman.

But it is all right after all - she is merely there to win a bet with his boss, which she does very easily, and leaves the bumbling Englishman to take care of the affairs pretty much representative of his ilk, his nation - and to do all right after all.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014.
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Androcles and the Lion:-

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Annajanska, the Bolshevik Empress:-

A comedy look at the revolution where instead of the gore and massacres of real events there is a princess of the realm travelling dressed up as an officer of the military, which leads people to conclude she is kidnapped by the officer; what she intends is to take over the revolution, and since the various people now serving the revolution and attempting to adapt to the new order of the day of everyone supposedly being equal are at heart still very much devoted to her, there is every chance she will succeed, and so become the Bolshevik Empress.

January 21, 2014.
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Arms and the Man:-

What seems obvious might after all not be so, and those that are seemingly snobbish and haughty might be not as affluent after all as those that seem casual or even comic. those that speak of love and are rewarded for their bravery might have never experienced either.

And then there is Switzerland, the beautiful land with snow and meadows and chocolate and cheese, and contradictions - a country that never fought a war in recent history but has always hired out mercenaries to every nation.

September 10, 2008.
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Caesar And Cleopatra:-

Here is a fresh look at Cleopatra as the young girl she must have been, compared to the much older Caesar - and while it is delightful in seeing a petulant young pretty girl getting her education rather expensively, through life and war, it is also a scathing commentary on various issues around war and morality and dealing with enemy, with Caesar above his fellow men - and women - providing them insight about why it was wrong what they did wrong.

Most delightful remains the prologue, a monologue by the Egyptian god Ra, addressing the audience disdainfully.

A sample - "O you compulsorily educated people!"

Monday, September 22, 2008.
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Candida:-

Revolutionary, as much else by Mr. Shaw, this work, about a luminous woman with her own mind and strength and wisdom - perhaps much like your wife or mother, at that - and entirely worthy of more than reading. About love and truth about love, and about marriage. About strength, and about one's responsibility.

Once it was understood without hypocrisy that a man looked for a wife who could make a home for him, and a woman had to make the best possible choice at every moment, either gambling on getting a better offer, or taking the best she had, in marrying a man who could provide for the home she would make. Few were lucky to find lvoe as well, at the same time - most did the best they could, and things have not changed in this respect, only there is more hypocrisy in name of love.

Love is not so easy to either find or chooose or live with.

Love might very well be a man too young to provide a family for the woman whom he fell in love with - she might be married, with a family, if she is lucky, not still waiting and dispirited. Will she then choose him? Or will consevative values win and she advise the younger man, the lover, to go find soemone appropriate?

If she does, it might just be that she has wisdom and courage to name the real reasons for her decision, and explain them. A woman - a wife and mother, in potential and instinct even when not de facto - chooses the weaker one, to care for and to protect with all she has to give, which is love and care and understanding and more.

A scrawny young poet, and a respected much loved minister, who does the woman choose? Or does she have to choose between them?

Monday, September 22, 2008.
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Captain Brassbound's Conversion:-

For a long time this was a very favourite play and that merely means when you have lived so much more and read as well, other works add to the favourite lists.

It is an amazing play, beginning with what might be - or should be - a common fear in minds of all colonial masters traveling in parts they misruled once; a bandit capturing and kidnapping a small party of travellers and promising to sell the lord of the group to a dreaded ruler for beheading after a few games.

And from this dreadful start, it then proceeds into a delightful play, with one pompous man (the ex colonial ruler sort, naturally) brought down by one of his own party - his sister-in-law, and the bandit outsmarted by her kind and sympathetic but shrewd dealing with the situation, so he comes out looking like a hero who saved them, in fact.

One of the lines - "it becomes clear that an agitated man pacing furiously cannot win against a woman knitting calmly" - of course this is as I remember it after the few decades it has been since I read it yet again for pleasure. He wrote it much better, of course.

Saturday, September 27, 2008.
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The Devil's Disciple:-

True goodness need not be certified by a faith or an institution that claims sole rights to mediate with powers above and absolve people from sins. Adhering to an institution of such nature does not guarantee goodness of a person, and equally, one does not turn devil against one's own true nature simply by rebelling against such an institution,

When it comes to it, a man of noble spirit goes with the soul, and never mind his repudiation of institutions that claim rights to heaven.

Friday, February 21, 2014.
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The Doctor's Dilemma:-

When it comes to a choice of only one patient you can save, who do you choose - is it the rogue with an attractive wife, or a sincere poor colleague who did much good and helped the poor and has no money left?

Sunday, September 21, 2008.
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Fanny's First Play:-
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Getting Married:-
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Great Catherine:-

Shaw is no worshiper of great persona of history, and The Great Catherine of Russia does not escape his caricature. She is shown here as a barbaric ruler of a barbaric huge powerful nation, charmed by sophistication of a mere lowly officer of the British embassy in her empire.

Every caricature has some truth distorted, and here the fact is Russia was and is a huge nation spreading from eastern one third of Europe to the very eastern edge of Asia, and as a matter of fact Alaska belongs to US only because the 99 year old lease was lost during the revolution. The great wilderness of Siberia would be a nation large enough to be among first ten if it were independent, and neighbouring Yakutia joins it in the large wilderness of deep heart of Russia. So the populace is varied, there are well over a dozen languages and many faiths. Uniting all this is no joke, and the greater of the Russian monarchs did it by commanding loyalty from their subjects as Catherine the Great did.

And yes, they did look to west for bringing some sophistication to the vast wilderness, and the court language was French, spoken even among themselves by the upper class, often at home as well. That their heart stays Russian can be no doubt, but they were no barbarians of this caricature, post Peter the Great who built St Petersburg.

Thursday, January 23, 2014.
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How He Lied to Her Husband:-

I seem to have lost a review of this play, a most favourite one, that I remember - vividly - writing, only a few weeks ago about this play, and while this is not the first time it has happened it is difficult to think of how it could have.

This play is one of the most delightful ones penned by the writer and it is completely unlike anything anyone (outside old British social life) might imagine. One of the most wonderful plays by Mr. Shaw, full of quite unexpected turns when one is in the world of literature but quite normal in real life, which is what makes it hilarious and sobering.

A very talented and romantic poet who is in love with a beautiful woman, who wishes nothing as much as seeing her every evening for a session of theatre and dinner or at least reading poetry to her that is written for her, in praise of her exquisite beauty, and is ever ready to do anything his love might demand of him.

Only, she is married, and to a very rich man who gives her everything she could wish for materially and socially but is no romantic poet, or at any rate not a man of words. On the other hand he is not stingy about providing her with an expensive social lifestyle with dinners, parties, artists invited and theatre and carriages, jewellery. And so on. Still, he is no poet. Is he literate, is hard to remember from the play. Does he appreciate her beauty more than in terms of his own pleasure, one doubts to begin with.

There is the whole setting - the very beautiful and wealthy Aurora who is married to a common businessman although able to have a social life of consorting with various artists and so forth.

And then the play begins to unfold. The husband, the very practical and very much bourgois man who has provided his wife with everything she could ever wish for in terms of wealth and social life, has now rumoured to have found out about the poet and the wife. Someone has told the husband about the poet's writing extensive poetry every day about the wife, and the love (still platonic in fact) that is the soil for the poetry to grow from, and so on. And the wife has come to know about the husband having been informed, and she is frantic in worry about what will happen.

The poet who is in love with her, writing poems to her, willing to do anything for her, whether taking her our to theatre every evening or stay in and amuse her or be shot by her husband or elope with her, whatever destiny might have in store for the love of his very exilarated heights of romance. The poet is willing to do anything she wishes, while his own noble instinct is to accept the blame and confront the husband with the truth and walk off into the sunset with his beloved beautiful Aurora.

What comes next is the typical Shaw sequence of twists and turns that leaves one helpless in hilarious laughter while totally in sympathy with the poor poet. I have no intention of spoiling the delight of reading further by saying another word about what comes next, for those that have not read this yet. Any attempt to describe it will spoil it for the reader, so I shall desist.

Thursday, November 20, 2008.
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John Bull's Other Island:-

About the other English speaking island in Europe and the relationship between the two - England and Ireland, or rather Britain and Ireland; about their perceptions of themselves vs their perceptions of one another, and of matters of life and so forth in general. How English perceive Ireland romantically and yet would exploit it and the Irish people, how Irish would complain about the British but give them control of the land easily, and how each thinks the other quaint and ridiculous.

Perhaps it has occurred to others before, but is it possible Ireland makes Britain safer and more livable, being the buffer between Atlantic winds and waves and Britain, while Britain is surrounded by the warm gulf stream?

Sunday, January 19, 2014.
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Major Barbara:-

A delightful look at various prevalent notions and hypocrisies of the times - and realities as they are. Salvation Army, church, politics as a career, ethics of business; niceties of law that might make one illegitimate in UK or at least in England but not in Australia, much less anywhere else in the world; and inheritance vs competence, when it is about running a business.

US, particularly NRA of US (as in gun lobby) seem to have adopted the creed of one of the characters in this to an extent that poor Mr. Shaw could never have imagined - "seem to" being the key here. But on the other hand, who knows, he would perhaps have said that neither NRA of US nor he were wrong, and that any society that allows such happenings without curbing them with laws that made sense and protected children perhaps deserved the grief they allowed the arms manufacturers and dealers to let loose on them. And really US has much that is legal in US but illegal in Europe in many countries, or at least those that matter. Germany for example has outlawed any organisations or pictures to do with their past horror - but not US where those proliferate; so guns too, and the consequent stupidity of innocent persons and your own children massacred in their own homes and schools.

Gun lobby of US - and much else of the world - might claim they follow this very intelligent writer for ethics, but if you look at it with a scrutiny, actually, no they don't; they are doing precisely what the writer cautions against, that is, mixing politics and business - for example in deciding who they will or will not sell to (or allow to carry arms), whether on personal level in the country (men get license easily, women don't, even though they are far more in need of self defence, whether from personal attackers or home robbers and so on), or on global level about nations and gangs (here there is no need of examples - they are far too obvious, well known), therefore making it a mess - or at least helping politics do so.

That said, this is of course an extremely intelligent play as almost everything written by this writer is; this one deals with an arms dealer and the possible social embarrassment his family with aristocratic connections must go through - his son requires that the father help him without allowing it to be known, since he needs to have a social status - and various issues around the question, morality vs. arms manufacturer.

Saturday, July 10, 2010.
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The Man of Destiny:-

Napoleon.

Friday, July 9, 2010.
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Misalliance:-
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Overruled:-

A couple in need of refreshing or rethinking a marriage in the comparatively restricted era a century ago when divorce was possible but socially not easy to live with, would likely take time away to think it over. If they of reasonable means it could mean going around the world on a pleasure cruise separately, and of course an earlier generation might simply have arranged separate bedrooms or - if they were higher or lower than middle class - have separate intimate lives with others outside the marriage a la French (upper class? not necessarily), too. But this era, beginning of open thinking and lives, and a bit more honesty, would prompt them to more honest solutions towards saving the marriage honestly or do whatever it is honestly.

Now if George Bernard Shaw is going to consider this question he naturally comes up with two couples that have gone their separate ways around the world and have not only come across one half of the other each but fallen in love, and to throw in more fun they have very different attitudes. One falls in love desperately but is shocked at the beloved wife of another takes it as not so difficult or immoral as long as they don't do anything physical, and another has exactly the opposite position.

Of course, post our first encounter with the first pair of lovers in quandary of what if whether, soon the two couples meet, the men discuss, and it is all funny if more intellectually when reading, but competent performers (one can imagine David Niven, Cary Grant, and women to match) might make audience roll in aisles with pain due to laughter too.

Of course, real life couples do not have so neat or happy solutions, there is far more pain and mess, but all the more reason to look to literature and its more visual experiences of theater and film and now television for some relief, some smiles, laughter, and forgetting of pains. In this as ever Shaw succeeds albeit with a bit more intellectual level than say Jeeves, or perhaps one might compare them on par, but this one certainly could serve the purpose.

Monday, February 24, 2014.
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Pygmalion:-

This is the original play that the very famous and popular "My fair Lady" is based on, except that was more of a sweet version, and this retains the original English, perhaps British or even Irish, taste - not sweet, not sour, not bitter or hot, but a little salt and some of that sixth taste that is called "kasaila" or "kashaaya" which means tea in the old medicinal sense.

Here at the end there is a very well written epilogue that explains why the professor does not propose to any woman or have any romantic affair with any woman (and certainly with no man either) - not as a sickness on his part, but as a matter of evolution, and he is very evolved indeed.

Unlike US of today the social norms of Britain then were quite different and sex was not a compulsory activity to prove one was normal, and for that matter normal was never defined as average, either.

So eccentricity was not only allowed it positively thrived and flourished, and benefited the society enormously. Men like the professor could devote their time and energy to their preferred pursuits. He does end up baffled and quite unable to escape Elizabeth Dolittle though.

Friday, July 9, 2010.
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The Inca of Perusalem:-

Shaw lived and wrote during times of great turbulence of more than world scale, of scale of history as well as world. Feudal era passing and ideas of equality of all humans (- then they said men, forgetting women are not always included, so almost a foot behind women followed with demands and questions re their equal rights, fought in most western nations with great rigorous opposition from men and often women who saw their privileges in riding on men's coattails slipping away if they had to be independent -) not only being put forth but seeming to take root, flourish, fly, and already establish in various places, with great revolutions needed to bring them to fore taking place in others.

So he wrote of things to come, things being thought and discussed, things seeming to come true, and human follies and natures and interactions making the live tragedies and horrors seem not only bearable but funny and hilarious, as often they must have been. Inca Of Perusalem is one such play.

The princess of the realm is modest and unable to insist on being treated with the due respect she ought to be paid by average and avaricious hotel managers, and it takes a smart and formidable young woman to set things right, so of course the princess cannot help employing her albeit she is a bit scared of the new maid. Then there is the question of the Inca who has sent a proposal to the princess on behalf of his son, and an emissary to meet her, in reality to inspect her to see if she is fit to be queen some day.

Only of course, as the readers know by now being accustomed to the device a century after such authors set the precedent, the emissary is Inca incognito and the young woman he meets and is browbeaten by and smitten by is the maid. Both however are smart, so everything turns out fine. Meanwhile the readers - and audience in theater if that is how one comes across this - have had fun.

Monday, February 24, 2014.
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The Philanderer:-

Women - and too, enlightened men - were in favour of women's education, property and voting rights, enfranchisement, suffragists demanding and chaining themselves. many identified these movements with left for obvious reasons - it seemed against interest of any conservatives to lose any source of free labour, and women just as slaves or colonial possessions were source of it.

But most people also misuderstood women's liberty and freedom first and foremost in the wrongest possible direction - one that would actually benefit men. Some people saw it coming and they were not all against women's rights - and Mr. Shaw was one such man.

With women free, and access to women granted freely to any man, those that had no honourable intentions were in heaven. They could play with women's hearts and discard them - all in name of women's freedom, since the misunderstanding was, it was about no chaperone watching over to make sure their real important rights were guarded - those related to just such men not destroying hearts and lives.

This is the story of just such a woman who has a heart and would hide it behind talk of freedom, so she can try to attract one playing with her heart, her subsequent - or even, consequent - heartbreak when it is clear he never had any intention that could be then called honourable (now the word has gone out of usage, almost), and the philanderer who nevertheless sees what havoc he has wreaked, with clear eyes.

Monday, September 22, 2008.
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You Never Can Tell:-

Often when one lets it go, rather than pursue the question, the answer quietly steals into awareness, and so it happened with this play. It took some time to try to remember what this title was related to - I was sure I had read and liked it, but no clue of any sort of a connection to a story from the title in memory. Until suddenly I remembered a play, and I think this is the one.

If I am right this is about the unexpected reconciliation of a family of an emancipated woman who took away her children when the husband - their father - whipping the eldest one, a little girl, was an immediate prospect.

The reconciliation happens when the eldest is a grown up young woman on verge of womanhood who is unsure of herself, and the other daughter a cheeky self confident youngster who has no qualms about putting any adult off balance with her astute observations, which the brother achieves in other ways.

Much hilarity, heartwarming and sometimes a little heartbreaking ensues while the unexpected encounter, subsequent meetings and very carefully arranged reconciliation happens.

For a special Shaw touch, there is the waiter, everyone's beloved confidante, who has a son at the bar.

Come to think of it the name is entirely apt - how could this play have any other name?!! Unless it was something as prosaic and yet uncommon as Sophronia's Family.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008.
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Mrs. Warren's Profession:-

Age old dilemma of society - "respectable"vs. the other side, and the need of one for the other. It must have of course been extremely controversial when it was written - and published - but this writer was always more than equal to any criticism and could always argue either side of a debate with reason.

This one is not a comedy, though, and one is presented with Mrs. Warren's side quite reasonably.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008.
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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

The Deceiver: by Frederick Forsyth.



I had seen one part of this work on television and we then were not aware it was based on a Forsyth book, else we probably would have bought and read it earlier. Reading that part of it, I became aware of the similarities and finally it was clear the very intelligent and intriguing episode we had watched - at that time I don't know if we thought it was a film, but cable tv was comparatively primitive then - was a Frederick Forsyth work; if we had, the amazingly intelligent quality would have seemed something natural.

The book is about the world of spies, and their bureaucratic masters and rules play a small role while those that achieve much due to sheer competence at the craft rather than adhering to the rules are closer to centre stage. The various episodes are connected through a narrative about the career of one such extremely competent master spy McCready whose career is being reviewed due to administrative orders around '90 to put him out to pasture - his very competence is what is now the cause for this, during the brief illusion of peace brought on by collapse of iron curtain.

The first part is about retrieving a very important document from a Soviet official working for west as an agent, and dangers of any westerner crossing into eastern Europe across the iron curtain, even when it is a west German across the border into east. Next part is the one we saw all those years ago, about an elaborate plan by KGB to destabilise not only CIA from within for years to come but the US - UK relations as well, by sending a high placed operative as a defector and pointing a finger at someone very high up - which unfortunately fails too late to save a life. Next is about a retaliation plan by Libya against US and UK for the bombing of Libya using IRA for the latter, which when discovered fortuitously in UK fails using a possible plot against the former, fortunately in time. All of them very satisfactory in almost every way except for the loss of life of someone innocent in the second, which reminds a reader that all too often a victim is just that and not necessarily guilty but merely targeted with years of preparation.

The final one is unique amongst all Forsyth works for one unexpected quality, humour, which is not immediate and not apparent, but definitely and subtly there in the way a part of Caribbean is portrayed. Are those islands real? Would like to find out, but am afraid they might again have been invaded by miscreants. Not the same set necessarily but could be another from any nation in the general neighbourhood.

One is forever mesmerised by the intricacies of the tasks that go into this career and the ever necessary presence of not only mind but a very sharp one, apart from sheer courage and knowledge, and memory. And it is only matched by the rigorous detailed research that goes into every work of Forsyth to present one with a story, so a reader while enjoying a thriller becomes aware of far more in the world, politics and bureaucracy and people and much much more. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The Fourth Protocol; by Frederick Forsyth



About protocol re nuclear weapons, and stopping an agent arrived in UK that is planning to break it majorly.

Sunday, April 15, 2012.
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The great game has been over for a while and the stability of the world has depended on the cold war stalemate with a few guarantees about their own behaviour agreed on by the powers - amongst them, the fourth protocol, that is, desisting from deploying small portable nuclear devices as and when they should become possible, which was foreseen long before they were.

What if one power does break it, in order to bring more members into its fold, in name of disarmament, by deploying a weapon in a way so that another power would be blamed? It is all too easy to attack a democracy where media and people have some power, and someone from the other side could fool them using spies and operators.

And this is the frightful scenario of this work, with solutions almost built in - what with the world of spies and intelligence being far from foolproof, and agents for one side on the other ubiquitous.

So a right wing bureaucrat might be fooled into providing information to left via a South African sleeper who in reality is a German communist, and this comes to light only because a jewel thief is far too good for his own good, at stealing famous diamonds that belong to the wife of the said bureaucrat but neither of them is careful enough to stow them away while on a holiday. The thief in turn is almost brought down because he has inadvertently taken the briefcase containing top secret papers for the heist, and his contact happens to blabber at the pub. The thief is smart, finds the papers, and mails them to what he considers their rightful place, setting a chain of events that culminates in averting a major disaster.

Meanwhile we look at good intelligence operators and bad bureaucrats, serendipitous transfers that seem and are intended as bad for the person transferred but in fact prove to be major help in cracking the case, and more.

And it does not let up until the end, delightfully. Which is a major triumph for this work, fearsome as the premise is.

And while the film is good, the book is better as it often is with good authors.



The book was published in 1984 when USSR was still not yet broken up, but the subsequent events have if anything made this work more relevant rather than otherwise, with other players than left being the threat to the world.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014.
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Thursday, January 23, 2014

Great Catherine: by George Bernard Shaw.



Shaw is no worshiper of great persona of history, and The Great Catherine of Russia does not escape his caricature. She is shown here as a barbaric ruler of a barbaric huge powerful nation, charmed by sophistication of a mere lowly officer of the British embassy in her empire.

Every caricature has some truth distorted, and here the fact is Russia was and is a huge nation spreading from eastern one third of Europe to the very eastern edge of Asia, and as a matter of fact Alaska belongs to US only because the 99 year old lease was lost during the revolution. The great wilderness of Siberia would be a nation large enough to be among first ten if it were independent, and neighbouring Yakutia joins it in the large wilderness of deep heart of Russia. So the populace is varied, there are well over a dozen languages and many faiths. Uniting all this is no joke, and the greater of the Russian monarchs did it by commanding loyalty from their subjects as Catherine the Great did.

And yes, they did look to west for bringing some sophistication to the vast wilderness, and the court language was French, spoken even among themselves by the upper class, often at home as well. That their heart stays Russian can be no doubt, but they were no barbarians of this caricature, post Peter the Great who built St Petersburg.


Monday, January 20, 2014

John Bull's Other Island; by George Bernard Shaw.



About the other English speaking island in Europe and the relationship between the two - England and Ireland, or rather Britain and Ireland; about their perceptions of themselves vs their perceptions of one another, and of matters of life and so forth in general. How English perceive Ireland romantically and yet would exploit it and the Irish people, how Irish would complain about the British but give them control of the land easily, and how each thinks the other quaint and ridiculous.

Perhaps it has occurred to others before, but is it possible Ireland makes Britain safer and more livable, being the buffer between Atlantic winds and waves and Britain, while Britain is surrounded by the warm gulf stream?


Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Durbar: by Tavleen Singh.



Most people in US are familiar with "where were you when Kennedy was shot", and world over more so about when Diana had a crash leading to her death. This book is somewhat like that for those that were living in or concerned with India through the years '75 - '91, through many many such moments - declaration of Emergency, lifting of Emergency, Indira Gandhi losing the election, ascendancy of Sanjay Gandhi and his death, Rajiv Gandhi taking over as his mother's helper and as prime minister post his mother's assasination, and more.

From Emergency years to Rajiv Gandhi's assassination, Tavleen Singh traces the years and the people, the Nehru-Gandhi family and the coterie in Delhi, and her own life entwined with it all. A journalist by profession, she was also a part of the elite set of the capital of India, and so had a particular insight that comes from familiarity. But more importantly the insight is due to her early realisation of being a part of a set that was foreign in their own land, and this understanding has led to her comprehension of issues of Indian politics and of the people involved.

Durbar or darbaar (spellings in Roman script are not important in Indian words because Indian scripts match letters to sound far more scientifically, and so a correct pronunciation is important, which matches a unique spelling in an Indian script - something English language and Roman script lack) is literally court, as in court of a monarch, and the Nehru-Gandhi (not related to Mahatma Gandhi but to Jawaharlal Nehru and his daughter who married Feroze Gandhi, not related to Mahatma Gandhi) family turned into a dynasty through the years described here.

Through the process of the party workers always choosing someone from the family to lead, the obsequies behaviour of the bureaucracy towards them and the immense lead they mostly - though not always - had in elections over others, the family that might have been a part of a decent set of politicians turned into a dynasty of rulers surrounded by sycophants that never would disagree with them, and were thrown out if they did. Which led more than once to their downfall in elections, but the opposition has generally not been strong or consolidated, and this worked in favour of Congress returning to power again, with hardly a decade or less of other parties in rule since independence.

Tavleen Singh describes the elite western oriented set that met in drawing rooms of one or other of the set, the meetings with Rajiv and Sonia and their friends, their lack of inclination towards politics in spite of living in the house of the Prime Minister his mother as per Indian joint family norm, and her encounters and experiences with the realities of India that are far from this elite drawing room set.

To anyone that lived through those years this is a deja vu, yet it provides much fresh insight into various issues through the years - unless one was there with her and knew it all, of course. What is far more likely is that this leads to a perspective due to one's own experience being different.

Monday, January 6, 2014

No Comebacks and The Shepherd; by Frederick Forsyth.



No Comebacks:-

The unforgettable - No Snakes in Ireland - and other equally good ones one has come to expect from Forsyth.

No snakes in Ireland especially remains in memory due to its twists and turns on a story of a person ridiculed and humiliated beyond endurance planning and executing a scheme to frighten and humiliate someone much larger, stronger and a bully in his own land, with a surprise and a fright; the surprise however is an element that weaves its own course what with a live being involved, and while the scheme goes out of hand the outcome is beyond all expectation.

Friday, July 16, 2010.
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The Shepherd:-

My kindle edition claimed 700 pages and so it was astonishing to finish it in an hour or so in one afternoon, having expected the usual Forsyth tale with detail, worldwide canvas and more. One had to check to make sure the kindle had delivered the whole book! It had, and then one realises it was published in '75 or so, and perhaps the number of pages is explained by the illustrations. Still, one is left wanting more, to begin with. Not that the story is unsatisfactory by itself, quite the contrary, it is beautiful and perhaps ends just right when it should rather than going on. But one does want more when one is just finished reading.

The synopsis everywhere pretty much tells what it is about, although it does not say how beautifully it is written. Quite lyrical, unlike most work of this author, although that is not to say his other works are lesser, merely different. This one is comparable rather to works of Richard Bach and James Hilton in its qualities of lyrical beauty. There is suspense of course, a matter of life and death, and more.

Friday, July 12, 2013.
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Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Kill List: by Frederick Forsyth.



In The Kill List, Forsyth deals with problems faced today, not merely by first world or west, but any nation attempting to stay on a path of progress and well being of all its people, along lines of democracy and every individual's rights to life and liberty.

In an era where internet is used as means of communication over and above most others, it can become a weapon in hands of those that would see rights of humanity to life severely restricted along their own chosen political path whatever that may be, and it no longer requires a state machinery to curtail individual's life and liberty, or even a physical trail of evidence leading to a criminal; such a trail is often hard to trace, being chiefly albeit not only in cyberspace.

From a preacher that invites faithful with haranguing sermons to kill those of other paths of life, to the agencies that try to track down the source of multiple killings across various nations, to remote and primitive nation situated at the confluence of continents and conveniently at location suited for piracy and known recently for pirates, to various small groups and organisations that help track the pirates and kidnappers and killers and their leaders down, and men that risk their lives and more in this, Forsyth takes a reader across three continents and several time zones with a rather happy ending for most characters.

Sunday, January 5, 2014.
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One common mistake most people make is to assume that everyone else shares their thinking, emotions, preferences, and more importantly prejudices. Frederick Forsyth is no exception.

He shares the prejudice peculiar to colourful people, who usually - and quite mistakenly or falsely - are called "white"; mistakenly or falsely because it ought to be obvious to anyone with normal sight that if any person were really white rather than merely pale, such a person would look naked while dressed in white, and certainly no one does. Brides in church do not vanish with exception of hair and eyes and nor do men in white formal suits, nor anyone in a white bathing suit or lingerie.

The particular prejudice much prevalent in people that could more appropriately only be called pale - or technicolour, what with variety of colours of eyes and hair - is that beauty is defined by pale skin and even more so by colours of light eyes and - or - light hair. This they assume is a prejudice shared by everyone on earth, and perhaps they do not realise it is merely a prejudice rather than fact which perhaps they fail to notice it is most definitely not. For just one example, Elizabeth Taylor was beyond any possible argument one of the most beautiful women if not the most beautiful, and this was true when one could not see colour of her eyes, when she was a preteen and films she worked in were black and white.

In The Kill List, Forsyth describes how a man - from a part of what was India until a few decades ago - falls in love with a young woman from mountains of northern Kashmir, and marries her in spite of his family's objections and loses their support and more with no regrets on that account. Subsequently however he merely describes her as a woman with jade green eyes, and explains that some part of the spent force of Alexander's soldiers stayed on in the high mountains of Himaalaya in that region, rather than go through travails of return to Macedonia, and this is the reason some people there can be found with light eyes. He thereafter unfailingly refers to the son of the couple as one with amber eyes, almost making it as the only possible way to identify someone.

Forsyth - like many of his race or nation or continent or generally west, even, perhaps - fail to realise that not only Asia but in fact India teems with people of all sorts of colouring, and while light skin is more common than light eyes, while light hair is more rare, none of it is so rare as to be an identity of someone from India much less central Asia; more to the point, it is not considered a definition or chief feature of beauty either.

And with good reason - one only has to open one's eyes and look, really look, to see just how many pf the colourful races are in fact not good looking at all, much less beautiful; and the other side of that is just as true - other races teem with people of good looks just as much as the technicolour ones do. Any prejudices for light skin exist either in people of light skin or at most in people colonised and ruled by them.

Monday, January 6, 2014.
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Monday, December 30, 2013

The Fourth Estate; by Jeffrey Archer.



Archer has some tried and true plot development lines, and this one uses the line of two very similar and yet different rivals rising to the top of their shared professions and diverse lives. This time there is the added spice of thrills about persecution of Jews and occupied lands in Europe during WWII years, but only as a background for one of the protagonists. Having begun thus for him though, later one is made to question if the deliberately more ludicrous and repugnant persona of this one should be ascribed to some vestige or more of antisemitism on part of Archer. After all the other man is not better morally or ethically, in spite of his far more secure and princely upper class status prior to his father's death. The last line might make him cute in that he repeats his boyhood defense, but he is not above stealing from the pension fund of his employees, merely late in realising it can be done to his own interests.

So the saving of one man while the other drowns might too be ascribed to the antisemitism of the author and the world he has observed rather than a greater guilt of the one that does not survive so well. One might question his life, especially in that he never seems to have found time to inquire if his family survived, in spite of being in a position of power during his Berlin years. But again, one is not quite sure after finishing it that this is not merely the bias of the author and not necessarily a true portrayal of anyone, much less someone typical.

Enjoyable in the general re media barons and their lives, their rise and travails, it does leave some questions and loose ends. Perhaps a sequel is thought of for some point of time in future.

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Eleventh Commandment; by Jeffrey Archer.



Archer begins this writing about the unwritten eleventh commandment which is generally followed as most important for politics and politicians, diplomats etcetera - thou shalt not get caught - while going on about business of assassinations in other countries, toppling their governments and generally keeping them unsettled, since fair means are difficult to fight with and wiping another's line easier than drawing a longer one for oneself.

Only Archer could, however, go into this dirty politics game and make a story so very enjoyable, not by skipping the politics or the terror and the very true gory parts but by making the human element more important. He gives the reader not only a glimpse into a very dirty game, but gives them heroes and villains, and a wish that an assassin would survive because he is after all innocent, nay, a hero. His funeral brings one real disappointment and then there is the typical Archer twist that leaves one happy and smiling before closing the book, even though not all - in fact none of - the truly dirty people are dead yet. They are doing quite well, as they do in reality.

And then one realises he has left the door open for a sequel! Would be nice if he did take it up and wipe the floor with the dirty people, and let good guys win, wouldn't it! It might not happen in reality, but one is after all reading a story and this is where one can make it happen, expects it to happen ultimately, else one could read and newspaper and forget literature! And so one awaits a sequel with Dexter and Zerimski finished.

But meanwhile one is quite happy that he has allowed love and friendship and heroes and heroines to win silently in this - for most part.

Perhaps his best after As The Crow Flies and A Matter of Honour,  and a bit in tradition of the latter, what with the suspense and murders and so forth with a happy ending brought about nevertheless. 

Monday, December 23, 2013.
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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Best Kept Secret (Clifton Chronicles): by Jeffrey Archer.



They already have a son, and hope to be united in marriage, but are they related through a common father? One expects this these days to be simply and privately solved in an hour or so by medical procedures, but those days before DNA tests were possible much less common, it was a matter for courts - and that is a surprise until one realises quite how complicated the issue is.

It is far more important for the people concerned whether they can marry and if the son is not labeled born of incest, but there is more to it, since the will of the grandfather who founded the estate and the shipping corporation that the eldest son shall inherit the whole, and the law of the land too goes in generally for the elder son inheriting the title albeit in that case it has to be the legitimate one.

So the drama begins where the previous part left it off, is the couple related already; and the issue is to be decided by the parliament of UK, as most issues that are not satisfactorily solved by courts do. Again, in this case the people concerned are mostly selfless and care only for the good of the whole family, but the public is involved!

From this - the vote goes with need of the one single person presiding to vote to break a deadlock, described by the author in his usual way keeping one breathless - to the brilliant son of the brilliant couple growing up and getting into scrapes, and the uncle meanwhile in scrapes of his own that are more evoking of pathos rather than an amusing chuckle, and then too there is the little sister (daughter of the deadbeat dead father, aunt to the little boy) found and adopted into the family; very engrossing, but it goes further.

Adventures of the boy where he is quickly out of his depth, and the various elders involved quickly and silently to not merely get him out of it safely but to have the profit of it all for the nation, it becomes slightly reminiscent of an earlier work of the author where a similar young man out of his depth in Switzerland had a previously brilliant (but now a mere bank employee) roommate come to his aid unexpectedly, and so on to a thrilling chase that solved satisfactorily.

Here it is satisfactory in that part albeit slightly less thrilling and more concerning for the boy, but the whole thing twists and turns unexpectedly towards the end with the father of a schoolmate involved in a sinister way. Archer leaves the reader hanging in suspense at the end as usual in the series, so one expects the next part impatiently.


Monday, December 16, 2013

Three Novels of Love (The Dark Flower, Beyond, Saint's Progress); by John Galsworthy



The Dark Flower:-

The dark flower as a concept used in the title and elsewhere in the work by the author is symbolic of passion, not represented by any particular flower but by the dark colour representative of the dark area where a person's reason and other sights of consciousness fail to guide one, and a dark force pulling and pushing one takes over.

Galworthy here takes stages of an artist's life, symbolised by three seasons (he refrains from exploring winter as a season for passion, leaving one to imagine that one is finally settled into one's marriage and not available any more for passion outside it), and the passion is of the variety not likely to come to a happy solution all around, hence dark all the more.

Over and over there is characterisation of English life as that bound by "good form" when freed from other bindings such as those of religion, and thus not allowing the freedom one speaks of or assumes for a person and especially an artist or thinker when it comes to passion.

The tale begins with an involvement of spirit between young Mark Lennan and his teacher's wife Mrs. Stormer whose husband, a don at Oxford, is far too dry and intellectual to answer his wife's needs of love and adoration but is rather more likely to deal with it by humour and standing aside in spite of awareness of it. Sylvia, the young fair girl Mark has protected and known since his childhood, solves the dilemma for the older woman (who is really young by the standards of today but was a century ago looking at her last chance for romance, passion, beauty in life at mid thirties), by simply coming to her attention as a younger person on the horizon who might not be an equal opponent but is simply younger.

Mark is not involved with Sylvia romantically yet, and goes on to become an artist, and happens to subsequently meet and become involved deeply with a young married woman desperately unhappy in her marriage in spite of wealth and respectability, with most of the involvement consisting of an innocent - by today's standards - togetherness and a passionate awareness of one another that is clear to everyone around. With a husband who is just as passionately in love with the wife as Mark being in the picture, and violently jealous one at that, it is bound to end in a separation, and one expects a chase when the young woman in question make sup her mind to go away with Mark. But the end of this part comes rather suddenly and shocks one, being so at odds with what generally one is led to expect of an English spirit. Then again, of course, the husband is characterised long before that by the wife's uncle musing about his being an adopted heir to his father and hence an unknown factor, unlike Mark whose very deep propriety in his following the form is observed and satisfactorily so by the uncle.

The autumn chapter brings a stormy turmoil of an involvement with an illegitimate daughter of a schoolmate to Mark's life and threatens to destroy the peace of his now wife Sylvia's life and mind, and while he is tossed about in this storm seemingly far more, the concern and responsibility for Sylvia who is more than only a wife but rather the innocent person he is used to protecting since she was small, brings him to port to safety. The end is abrupt, since one is rather led to expect a chapter on winter, but perhaps the author could not imagine passion in winter and made subtle allusions to Sylvia asleep by fire to indicate that would be the winter of life of Mark Lennan.

A slight lessening of quality of Galsworthy comes about by the usual excuse to the passion inappropriate to age being led by the woman in question, and while it might be likely in the first it is a very transparent excuse in the last, a bit reminiscent of the far more unpleasant Nabokov. It is always possible of course, only, with the striking beauty of the young girl in question, one wonders if it is due to her being an illegitimate and therefore hidden daughter of a not very high caste English man that she is thrown on the society of a man in his mid forties and being the one to take a lead in the affair, declaring her passion and holding on and so forth rather than being one to be surprised by his declaration of love and considering it for reasons of her situation in life. It does not quite fit except as an excuse for his passion to be reconciled with his status - he cannot offer her marriage and a safe home and respectability, being married - and thus must be propositioned rather than the one to lead. Thin excuse, at that.

Spring and Summer are haunting parts, with autumn rather more troublesome and stormy with one wishing he would sooner come to his senses. Perhaps it could not be otherwise in any way, but with quality of Galsworthy's works in general one goes in expecting him to do better, and is a bit disappointed. Still, all in all perhaps it forms a work preparatory for the far more satisfying and wonderful Forsyte Saga and Forsyte Chronicles, and perhaps it ought to be read before them, not after.

Monday, October 21, 2013
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Beyond:-

Reading Galsworthy brings a kaleidoscope effect after a while with themes and characters familiar yet not quite the same, and of course the every living beauty of countryside.

In Beyond he centres it on the father and daughter duo, the daughter born of love and claimed jealously by the father post death of the mother and the husband of the mother, with great care to avoid any blame for the mother but only until he could claim the daughter. The theme explored is love and marriage, togetherness and solitude, in marriage and in a live in situation.

A virile male might corner a young woman as a great serpent would a rabbit, and gain her hand in marriage or her body for his pleasure, but love is another story. If she is not in love with him, all the social propriety and financial security and all her compliance with his needs will yet not make him happy; nor will another younger woman with all her beauty and her being desperately in love with him if he is not in love with her.

Gyp's father is able to live on his memories of the only love he ever had, Gyp's mother, whom he saw but rarely during the one short year they had together; his life is devoted to his daughter and he is happy in his memory of his love, his integrity and faith with his love and his creed, his utter love for his daughter.

Gyp has inherited the integrity and the nobility of character, and the immense capacity for intense love, but love has its own life and cannot be summoned like water on tap. She is cornered and unable to escape the attentions of the handsome artist Fiorsen, but with all her will to go forth is still unable to love him, and is only able to comply with his needs and take care of him and home. This is not good enough for the artist who knows what love is and knows too that the wife does not quite love him, he does not have her heart. His dalliance with a beautiful young dancer brings danger and shame to the women and no solution for him, either, until it is too late for him to have another option - and even then it is a falling backward into something available rather than appreciation of what he has or had.

Gyp finds love unexpectedly after she has left her husband for sake fo protecting their daughter - the husband couldn't care less for anyone other than Gyp, and not only antagonises her relatives and what few friends she might have, but is callous enough that he terrorises their daughter and hurts her physically while she is still a baby - and Gyp lives in an era when separation was social stigma enough, divorce difficult and often impossible if the partner did not comply. She realises her love is all to her, is fortunate enough to be given her daughter back after being kidnapped by the husband to blackmail her into returning, but the interlude of her bliss with love is short lived albeit as deep and complete as her father's.

It is not that the man who loves her is short of courage to love, or any the less in love, or likely to tire of her, or any of the possible dire disturbances to love and bliss whether marriage is possible or not. It is that even with the best of all circumstances - her father supports her socially, she cares not a fig for other society, she is financially independent, they live in seclusion in country and he works three days a week in town - still, there are other possibilities of a wedge, and he is young enough to not avoid it soon enough.

As the author clarifies, the distant cousin is familiar enough that her society is not avoided before it is too late and not close enough to be a sisterly repugnant association, and while Summerhay sees the justice of Gyp's need of him avoiding the cousin and other such temptations, he does not see how he can or why he should, since his love and faithfulness are entirely with Gyp, the love of his life.

This tragedy could in life draw on and exhaust the people concerned; the author's narrative turns to another twist reminiscent of Summer part of The Dark Flower, and Gyp remains the fortunate tragic heroine albeit not quite as artificially forced so as Anna Karenina - she has read it and cannot understand why Anna is unhappy due to social stigma and forced reclusion status, she is all too happy to be not required to be social and to comply with necessities of formality, happy to be with her love and with nature, books, music, and her daughter. She thinks unhappiness of Anna Karenina is forced as moral lesson to comply with social need, and in this she is not incorrect. But life and love and one's nature is another story, and such happiness or love as one may find might be disturbed by a thousand factors in as may ways, albeit it has little to do with being married or single or living together in perfect situation where only the two people matter.

One keeps being reminded of various other works of the author, and the similarity of characters or their situations - Soames and Fleur of Forsyte Saga and its sequel, Charwell sisters of Forsyte Chronicles, Summer part of The Dark Flower, and bit of The Country House as well, with a ghost of Irene in background (art, music, taste, integrity of a sort, passive softness, ...) - and yet here too the characters and their story do manage to make a mark individually.

Monday, November 11, 2013.
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Saint's Progress:-

Galsworthy touches real ground of the time and place in this work more than his usual - which is beautiful dreamy landscapes and problems of heart, of individual travails of love, and of individual rights, especially those of women, and conflicts thereof with social norms and rules. All of which appears here too, in a central way and surrounding every character, every other problem. But the main theme is something we all are familiar with - the devastating and at the same time liberating effect of the first world war on lives, especially in Europe.

The first and foremost effect was the growing awareness amongst the young who paid the greatest price for the war with their lives and love and marriages and more, of future and children and limbs and lives disrupted, that one really could not trust norms of expectations any more, one could not trust time and social rules and life, and life was to be snatched here and now whatever way possible. Young people refused long engagements and if they did not, often they paid the price with the boy dead and the girl left alone for life. Lucky were the brides that conceived before their men went to the war. Not so lucky were everyone else.

So young couples denied a quick marriage could part with death looming, or snatch a few moments of love before that, and the latter resulted in what the then society stupidly called war babies. Babies and innocent no matter what and in this situation so were the parents, and the real guilt of stupidity lay with those elders that refuse to let them marry before the boy went to the war. Young were correct in this and the elders wrong in every way.

This work is about the devastating effect of just such a situation on a family and other people related one way or another to it - the young girl in love and the young boy about to leave for the war in a couple of weeks, the priest father of the girl who considers a quick marriage unwise and refuses to consider it and expects them to come to their senses and wait, the death of the boy very soon in the trenches and the pregnancy of the girl (who is wisely pointed out by a cousin that this means she has not lost her love after all, and has him with her as the child), the effects of this on the girl and much more so on her father the priest who is the titular saint that progresses from refusal to see facts and horror of the situation to fierce protective attitude for his daughter and her baby son, to more.

Nature's beauty here is not missing, but rather more of London in wartime than of English countryside, the usual favourite of Galsworthy. And he shows his mastery in this too, with poignancy of the story reflected in the moonlit Thames and the dark parks and the flowering trees of London.

Monday, November 16, 2013.
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Saints Progress; by John Galsworthy.



Galsworthy touches real ground of the time and place in this work more than his usual - which is beautiful dreamy landscapes and problems of heart, of individual travails of love, and of individual rights, especially those of women, and conflicts thereof with social norms and rules. All of which appears here too, in a central way and surrounding every character, every other problem. But the main theme is something we all are familiar with - the devastating and at the same time liberating effect of the first world war on lives, especially in Europe.

The first and foremost effect was the growing awareness amongst the young who paid the greatest price for the war with their lives and love and marriages and more, of future and children and limbs and lives disrupted, that one really could not trust norms of expectations any more, one could not trust time and social rules and life, and life was to be snatched here and now whatever way possible. Young people refused long engagements and if they did not, often they paid the price with the boy dead and the girl left alone for life. Lucky were the brides that conceived before their men went to the war. Not so lucky were everyone else.

So young couples denied a quick marriage could part with death looming, or snatch a few moments of love before that, and the latter resulted in what the then society stupidly called war babies. Babies and innocent no matter what and in this situation so were the parents, and the real guilt of stupidity lay with those elders that refuse to let them marry before the boy went to the war. Young were correct in this and the elders wrong in every way.

This work is about the devastating effect of just such a situation on a family and other people related one way or another to it - the young girl in love and the young boy about to leave for the war in a couple of weeks, the priest father of the girl who considers a quick marriage unwise and refuses to consider it and expects them to come to their senses and wait, the death of the boy very soon in the trenches and the pregnancy of the girl (who is wisely pointed out by a cousin that this means she has not lost her love after all, and has him with her as the child), the effects of this on the girl and much more so on her father the priest who is the titular saint that progresses from refusal to see facts and horror of the situation to fierce protective attitude for his daughter and her baby son, to more.

Nature's beauty here is not missing, but rather more of London in wartime than of English countryside, the usual favourite of Galsworthy. And he shows his mastery in this too, with poignancy of the story reflected in the moonlit Thames and the dark parks and the flowering trees of London.