“You will call your walls, Salvation, and all our portals, Praise”*
Well, another weekend is over. This one was filled with sifting through old, dusty boxes of papers and correspondence. I made a lot of progress! And the OM made guacamole!
Among other things, I found piles of my father’s old book reviews.
He wrote them for the Boston Sunday Post, The San Francisco Chronicle, the Post Dispatch, and various smaller papers through the years. He had a column for awhile called “Bookshelf Browsing,” which was an easy-going, chatty review of new books as they appeared in the mid-1950s. We learn that he preferred Hemingway to Fitzgerald, liked John Buchan and General MacArthur and making sweeping statements like,
It is a rare thing these days to find a novel that is full of wit, humor and whimsy at the same time, and to have all three written by an author who does not belabor them.
He goes on to pronounce The Honor of Gaston Le Torch by Jacques Peret,
A delightful book that might be made into a wonderful film, if Hollywood could, for once, be sane…
Does he sound familiar?
I think our pater would have really liked writing a blog–perhaps one with the catchy title: Bookshelf Browsing. In fact, I’m sure he would have become obsessed with the internet had it been available to him. He certainly would have loved email–all his correspondence with his collector friends all over the world would have been much easier and faster!
However, I’m pretty sure he would have hated everything else about the 21st century.
Have a good Monday!
*from the Sunday Canticle