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Saturday, August 28, 2004  

Dready and Drearful


My Disneyworld reading, around the various theme pools, consisted of a couple old New Yorkers, a handful of Grantas (i.e. dust), and Jane Eyre. I took my 1944 Random House edition of Jane Eyre, with excellently gloomy wood-block illustrations by Fritz Eichenberg. I got it for a buck somewhere, and for another dollar bought the companion volume of Wuthering Heights. But it was Jane that won the trip to Disney. Charlotte's incessant use of dread and drear, in all their forms, gives the reader a proof-reading game to play as he goes along. Why the editors of 1847 didn't play the game themselves is a mystery to ponder.

Another ponderous mystery: why does Granta exist? If you figure it out, let its editors know. They've been held in suspense too long.

My New Yorker harvest was satisfying. I enjoyed a David Owen piece on concrete, but I always enjoy Mr. Owen's essays on building materials. He's collected them in a couple books, you could look them up.

Then there was this in a profile of Silvio Berlusconi:

[Berlusconi's oldest daughter] Marina--at thirty-seven, a vice-chairman of Fininvest, Berlusconi's domestic holding company--is also known for having produced a baby with a dancer from La Scala, whom she is said to have met through his male lover, a celebrated plastic surgeon...

I will return to The Magic Kingodom when they imagineer a flying, dioramic version of that story.

And not a moment sooner.

8:03 PM