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*SPOILER ALERT*
“Such wonderful timing. I received a new book for you just yesterday.” Anne entered the room, beverages steaming on a silver tray. As she placed it on the coffee table, she slipped out the volume she’d been carrying beneath it.... Gaynelle took a long sip of the sweet, rich cocoa then sank into the sofa cushions, resisting the urge to pull her feet up. When she grew up, she would have a couch just like this. She’d wear thick socks and curl up with a book, right in front of the fireplace, with a big silver pitcher of cocoa and fancy teacups. Exactly like this, except without shoes.
Emerson and Gladwell are polar extremes, but
if we could get their better ideas to meet up in the middle, we might have
something reasonable to work with. Maybe. –
I was horrified a few years ago
when I read Malcolm Gladwell’s famous book Outliers
after it was assigned to my child at school for required reading. His disdain
for individual genius and hard work was insufferable. He argued away
well-deserved merits as being merely a product of one’s day, one’s location,
one’s society. He wanted to delay education—though personally, despite being
born in June (at the end of the school year), I would have been devastated at
having been held back an entire school year and always secretly hoped I might
get to skip a grade. Even his podcasts made me livid: the last one I listened
to bashed a university for offering local, fresh produce and organic, even gourmet
foods; he thought they could reduce tuition if they stuck to fast food, it
seems—never even mentioning the greater environmental costs nor their worsened health as considerations,
so myopic was his vision. Every time I
hear or read him, I want to scream, which is an urge only fed by the praise continually
heaped upon him. What’s maddening, too,
is that he appears to be well-meaning—and of course he’s right there are many
potential geniuses who never get the opportunity to express their genius in a
productive way, but that certainly doesn’t negate the brilliance of those
‘fortunate’ or clever enough to be successful, which seems to be what he tries
to do…
In contrast, I found Ralph Waldo Emerson to be so inspiring. I’d here and there hear brilliant quotes attributed to him, and one day about a decade ago I looked up (online) his essay on Self-Reliance, only to be inspired at every word. Sheer brilliance, expressing ideas as I’d never thought of them. I got shivers at “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds”—seriously! It challenged my beliefs entirely. What I didn’t realize, however, and only just found out, was that the version of his essay that I read seems to have been a lovingly edited version of his full essay, which has notions taken to the opposite extreme from Gladwell, giving society no credit whatsoever for the making of geniuses. Emerson ends up being uncharitable and pompous—quite awful, in fact, mocking those who dedicate their lives to helping others and claiming that genius comes solely from within, not from teachers (as if our ideas aren’t inspired by others’ ideas).
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| Ralph Waldo Emerson |
My husband
pointed out how important a good
editor is after listening to me lament today over praising Emerson’s essay on
Self-Reliance for so many years, shamefaced at the thought that I might have
inspired someone to actually read his full essays for inspiration—which, again,
I hadn’t actually realized until now had not been the case for me with
“Self-Reliance”, that it had been beautifully abridged. Even had I realized, the
possibility never would have occurred to me that his messages would so disintegrate
in their fuller forms.
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| Henry David Thoreau |
Sigh. I’m sure
there’s much inspiration to be had from Emerson, Thoreau, and even Gladwell. My
takeaway suggestion? Be inspired by quotes and their more positive ideals then leave it at
that. Especially with Emerson. I do believe he has elements of genius, and the
way he expresses isolated ideas leaves me brimming with intellectual excitement
at seeing them in a new light. But don’t waste your time on his full essays—the
better ones seem to extend his brilliant notions into uncharitable conclusions, and the worst sound like the ravings of a lunatic, frankly. Perhaps you’ll come across
excerpts of his essays, though, and they could inspire you in a good way.
As for Malcolm
Gladwell, you’ve probably surmised that I’d like to stuff everything I’ve ever
heard of his in the rubbish bin—but that’s because he seems to be trying to
tear down anything or anyone that is inspired and otherwise impede those who
have any sort of advantage, I suppose in a sort of even-the-playing-field urge.
As a result, I become defensive of our geniuses and heroes. I take it he feels
theirs is just one aspect of the experience of the ‘common man’, their unfair advantages
negating their personal achievements, which could and would eventually have
been successfully completed by loads of other people (in his opinion, though I’d
argue certain events are too time-sensitive for that)… and while the
metamessage to spread advantages more universally might be beneficial, I can’t
bear watching the reputations of inspired, well-meaning people be squashed—no
matter how I’m criticizing these particular ones all so much in this blog! Yes,
I can be a bit of a hypocrite at times, I suppose, but better that than letting
a foolish constancy be a hobgoblin to my mind, which we must hope is not so
little, right?
What brought me
back to Emerson presently, at this point, so many years after reading his essay?
Well, after hearing in First Principles
(see this blog entry) of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s criticisms against
focusing on the Classics too much, I remembered how inspiring he’d been and so bought
a book of his full essays (after a
Bookbub ad offered me a suspiciously-timely deal). The beginning was disappointing,
so I skipped to re-read “Self-Reliance” first, hoping to get in the right frame
of mind. After that unpleasant surprise, I jumped over to his essay on the
“Over-Soul”, which frankly sounded like he was high.
Quitting that,
I decided to read his essay on “Love”. There he began to redeem himself. I
liked when he said: “In giving him to
another, it still more gives him to himself. He is a new man, with new
perceptions, new and keener purposes, and a religious solemnity of character
and aims. He does not longer appertain to his family and society; he is somewhat [removed]; he is a person; he is a
soul.” Oh wow, right? Like I said, Emerson does have some genius.
He even alleviated some of my pique with him by speaking thus: “The soul…
detects incongruities, defects, and disproportion in the behavior of the other.
Hence arise surprise, expostulation, and pain. Yet that which drew them to each
other was signs of loveliness, signs of virtue; and these virtues are there,
however eclipsed.” Thus mollified, I
kept reading.
If only he’d
left it there—and to his talk about how love arouses him to ‘aspire to vast and
universal aims’! Oh, but no. He obliterates our inspired feelings at the end by
saying, “Though slowly and with pain, the objects of the affections change,”
and goes on to claim that what was really important was the progress of the
soul, as though the person he was in love with had merely been a replaceable
Muse! Seriously depressing, Waldo!
See what I mean
by him taking a lovely, inspiring idea and ruining it? His idea of the benefits
to the self of falling in love is a novel, inspiring, true idea—but then to
make that the whole point of love entirely? Agh! Well, I suppose it could be a consolation for
some, but he didn’t present it as the ‘consolation prize’ for those who were no
longer in love, but more as an inevitable outcome.
Perhaps I
should have better listened to Emerson’s disdain for ‘the Classics’ and skipped
him, too! That replaceable Muse… But then we land on Gladwell. So perhaps instead
I should go read modern interpretations of the Classics… or simply find modern
thinkers I better appreciate.
Hurrah to Nadine Akkerman for her amazing biography of Elizabeth Stuart, Queen of Bohemia, a major political force during the Thirty Years War. She was the daughter of King James I of England, married to the Elector Palatine, became a monarch of Bohemia, then lived out most of her life as a queenly refugee in Holland, fighting for the restoration of the Palatinate—which eventually did happen in part, if not to her satisfaction, her motto being: ‘plustost morte que changée’ or ‘I rather break than bend.’
I suspect Nadine Akkerman is the world’s foremost expert on
all things specifically Elizabeth Stuart. She has spent much of her life’s work
in collecting and analyzing Elizabeth Stuart’s existing correspondence, which
is mostly political in nature, and I see this focus reflected in Akkerman’s
biography. She does include major life events
and family stories, mostly reinforcing what I knew already. What this biography particularly did for me, however,
was to deepen and broaden my understanding of the political role and situation
of Elizabeth Stuart specifically. I learned more about her financial situation
as well—and appreciate her being vindicated a bit that way.
Akkerman definitely exhibits this Stuart princess's liveliness, though! She displays countless times that Elizabeth had a certain spunk and force about both her correspondence and her nature. Those of her time compared her to Diana (analogous to the Greek goddess Artemis), the avid huntress. Elizabeth was a phenomenal huntress herself, and she was so charming that she was given the epithet, “Queen of Hearts.” What might not seem so charming to us today, however, was how she addressed some of her English friends, especially—her dear, honest, fat Thom (for Thomas Roe, an ambassador); the ‘ugly, filthie Camel’s face’ James Hay, Viscount Doncaster, and similar seemingly-disparaging descriptors for other men, in particular those that she was in correspondence with. Some of her nicknames were merely cute, such as calling the chaplain William Twisse, ‘Dr. Twyst’. I suspect that such playful, insulting addresses kept fears at bay about inappropriate attachments, as I’m sure her correspondence was scrutinized. But such names weren’t only for the men—she called her own children her 'little black babies' and she referred to one of her ladies-in-waiting as ‘my Dulcinea, the reverend Countess’, which had an ironic sting as it referenced Don Quixote’s love for a peasant girl, whom he only imagines a countess. The countess’s husband had died shortly after their marriage, and the title had significantly elevated her rank; the irony is, though, that Elizabeth clung fiercely to her own title of Queen of Bohemia her entire life, though they were deposed within a year or so of their coronation. As she was an anointed queen, I agree that it was her title to keep, rather like a dowager queen, but it is surprising that she would give her ‘Dulcinea’ such a hard time. Maybe Elizabeth realized this, though, as she had no trouble laughing at herself. One of my favorite lines of the biography was, “What Elizabeth’s court lacked in numbers, however, it more than made up for in attitude.”
I especially appreciated learning about the galling rivalry
that developed with Amalia Solms, her erstwhile lady-in-waiting who grew so
proud married to a prince of Orange that she deemed her daughter too good even for
the Prince of Wales. Granted, he was a bit down on his luck at the time—and after
seeing how the queen of Bohemia had remained a refugee for ages, I suppose Amalia
had good reason to be hesitant!
I would have liked to learn a bit more about many of Elizabeth’s
private relationships, though obviously Nadine Akkerman doesn’t have a
crystal ball. I’m especially curious about Lord Craven, who supported Elizabeth
Stuart during much of her older age—and there is at least a bit more known
about him, if not ‘them’. Likewise, I was hoping to find out more about her friendship
with Anne Dudley. Nor does Akkerman even talk much about Scultetus (I think his
name came up once, perhaps), whom I’ve understood to be a troublemaking religious figure
in her husband’s court. Even when the
author discusses Prince Charles’ incognito journey to Spain (to see about his ‘Spanish
Match’) at length, she fails to mention that he stopped back in France and met
his wife for the first time! I chalk up this omission to the author being intensely
centered on Elizabeth’s own political correspondence, wherein
lies much of Elizabeth’s historical importance. So with regards to Prince
Charles’ incognito journey, Elizabeth was in hot water with her dad for sending
an ambassador to ‘stop’ the Spanish match, and THAT was Akkerman’s focus. I am actually
so grateful that Akkerman does have this focus.
Not only has she put together all of that correspondence—a herculean
task—but she even solved ciphers and uncovered invisible ink messages. It’s incredible what she has done, and now
she’s distilled it into a single comprehensive biography.
I can’t say enough how delighted I was to read this particular
biography about Elizabeth Stuart, Queen of Bohemia. Long ago I started writing a novel
about Elizabeth Stuart, who is supposedly my ancestress, and so while reading Elizabeth
Stuart, Queen of Hearts, I ended up roughly outlining a whole series! I’m
not sure if I will actually write those novels, but if I ever do, they will be more accurate for having learned much about Elizabeth Stuart’s world from
Nadine Akkerman.
