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Burrell puts the Korrektiv Summer Reading Klub to Shame

Renowned author Dan Brown woke up in his luxurious four-poster bed in his expensive $10 million house – and immediately he felt angry.

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New From Korrektiv Records

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“Play Me” – the first single from the musical collective Good Country People.

Vocals: Mary Ann Carr

Backup vocals: Betty Duffy

Music: Bill Wilson

Words: Matthew Lickona

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Spread the word. You know – if you like it.

Why the NRA reminds me of Planned Parenthood and Vice Versa

Kirsten Powers, writing for The Daily Beast, says it well:

“The abortion clinic of alleged killer Kermit Gosnell was not illegal. But any talk of more government regulation unleashes an NRA-style assault from the abortion rights contingent.”

More here: Abortion Rights Community Has Become the NRA of the Left

Ms. Powers’ double-edged approach here reminds me of our man Walker Percy’s NYT piece back in the day: “A View of Abortion with Something to Offend Everybody.”

Are you offended?

Kierkegaard Turns 200, Korrektiv Asleep at the Wheel

Thankfully our friend Mr. Burrell’s got our back:

Happy belated birthday, Søren

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Look what came in the mail…

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Long awaited (at least by me) – Suitable Accommodations: An Autobiographical Story of Family Life: The Letters of J.F. Powers, 1942-1963. 

It’s been edited  by the author’s daughter Katherine A. Powers, and an uncorrected proof copy was sent to me, unsolicited. They must think I’m some sort of Powers scholar – and given half a chance I would be…

Already dipped into the thing – and lots of gems in the introduction by Ms. Powers:

“Well before the publication of his first novel Morte D’Urban in 1962, my father…planed to write a novel about ‘family life,’ an intention that persisted for the rest of his life. … The man falls in love, gets married, has numerous children – but has neither money nor home. He finds no pleasant ease and little of the fellowship of like minds he associated with the literary life [he didn’t have Korrektiv] he had thought was to be his own. The novel would be called Flesh, a word infused with Jansenist distaste, conveying a bleak comedy and terrible bathos of high aesthetic and spiritual aspiration in hopeless contest with human needs and material necessity.”

“The letters that make up this story begin with Him at age twenty-five and the acceptance for publication of his first short story. They then leap forward to letters from prison [where Powers, a pacifist, served time as a conscientious objector during WWII] and on through those recording high hopes, great promise, and a passionate courtship and marriage to Betty Wahl. Then comes the black comedy of children, five all told, great poverty, bad luck, and balked creativity. Central to this progression is the matter of where and how to live. Jim’s married life was dominated by the search for ‘suitable accommodations,’ for a house that would reflect and foster the high calling of the artist. In the course of their married life… the couple moved more than twenty times.”

And one more:

“In his letters to his friends…He often adopted a tone of macabre relish for the hopelessness of his situation: the absence of a house, the presence of many children and a desperate wife, the amount of time he had spent on the mechanics of life, the piddling nature of his daily doings, and his longing for and lack of camaraderie.

“‘We have her no lasting home’ was his constant refrain, drawing, with feigned smugness, on Christian teaching… In any case, the phrase always had the torque of a joke, for the Powerses were forever on the move, leaving some houses out of the urge to quit the country (whichever one it happened to be at the time [America or Ireland]), laving other houses because they were taken by eminent domain or sold out from under them. But Jim also meant the statement as a summary of his essential belief: that life on earth doesn’t make sense and that when you understood that, you understood reality. Still, for a person who held that the world is an obstacle-strewn journey toward one’s proper home (heaven), he was more than ordinarily affronted by hardship and adversity, to say nothing of mediocrity and dullness. He was no stoic, and he took it all personally.”

Then Ms. powers quotes one of her father’s 1979 letter to her, who was “then thirty-one and living, as were his other children, far away: ‘You referred to [Powers’ son] Boz’s plan for me to make a lot of money so we can move back to Ireland. He may be right. I see it as idealism, but what else would work for our family? A big house not too far from Dublin, [daughter] Jane weaving and dyeing in one room, [son]Hugh philosophizing and botanizing in another, Boz and family in one wing, [daughter] Mary etching in one tower, Katherine reading in another, Mama in the garden, Daddy with The Irish Times and The Daily Telegraph in his study.’

“To which scheme I say to myself now, as I did then: Oh, dear.”

 

Egg by Precious Egg

“When you are lying naked on a cold operating table in a foreign country while a stranger tries to harvest — egg by precious egg — the last of your fertility, you truly own your desire to be a mom.”

NOW IT CAN BE TOLD

Things have been busy at Casa Godsbody of late. Part of that busyness has involved the creation of a boozyata, which is a pinata filled with plastic single servings of booze, the sort you might find on an airplane beverage cart. Video of the boozyata’s destruction is still forthcoming. But here it is prior to hanging.

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Korrektiv Press in the news

“The word ‘Korrektiv’ is taken from the Dutch philosopher Soren Kierkegaard, who wantd to provide what he called a ‘korrektiv’ to the German secular philosophy of his day. The Korrektiv Press “started as a group blog between a few converts to Catholicism who shared an interest in Kierkegaard and Walker Percy,” Lickona said. Members of the Korrektiv “discuss projects, we read and edit each others’ work, and in some cases, we collaborate,” Lickona said.

So far, the group has published a book of poetry called House of Words by Jonathan Potter, a novel called Birds Nest in Your Hair by Brian Jobe, and Surfing with Mel. Also in the Korrektiv pipeline [is] the story of the Great Seattle Fire told in Pushkin sonnets and a collection of short stories based on ancillary characters in the works of Walker Percy.”

– “Mel Gibson Becomes a Character in ‘Korrektiv’ Catholic Fiction,” by Cyril Jones-Kellett, The Southern Cross [diocesan newspaper for San Diego], April, 2013.

Site news

Added a few links on the sidebar: Good Country People, Labora/Editions, Signposts in a Strange Land. No, seriously, check them out.

And can we all please give a round of applause to sitemistress extraordinaire Dorian Speed of Up to Speed, who took time out of her ridiculously busy schedule to embiggen our Mitsui avatars? Thanks.

More soon! How are everybody’s projects? Gaga Confidential slouches toward publication. The sketches should be good.

Why yes…

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…that is a VW microbus welded on top of a psychedelic school bus. Why do you ask?

I drank a bunch of drinks…

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In San Diego, no less.

The David Foster Wallace Effect

From 1999 to 2010, the suicide rate among Americans ages 35 to 64 rose by nearly 30 percent.

Someone Noticed Someone Had Been Noticed!

Not that it tempted anyone to pride or anything.

Anyhow… the anonymous author of the Signposts in a Strange Land blog was sharp enough to post this:

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We didn’t have to step in it, but we did anyway.

…We know now that the modern world is coming to an end . . . at the same time, the unbeliever will emerge from the fogs of secularism. He will cease to reap benefit from the values and forces developed by the very Revelation he denies . . . Love will disappear from the face of the public world (Mt 23:12), but the more precious will that love be which flows from one [vaguely Walker-Percy-themed web-log] to another.

Write on, Komrade.

Patent Pending

Singing band-aids.

You heard it hear first.

Exchange

Me: “If I get any fatter, I’m going to have to change my hip-hop name from The Pale Third Rail to The Spherical Miracle.”

The Wife: “Put that on The Korrektiv. It will make people smile.”