(I have the full-length "Deathbed" edition, I suppose it is, that runs to 500-plus pages; however, in the interest of time - and interest, heh - our b(I have the full-length "Deathbed" edition, I suppose it is, that runs to 500-plus pages; however, in the interest of time - and interest, heh - our book club chose this one, as it only has twelve poems).
Walt and I go way back to middle school, wherein I first discovered "O Captain! My Captain!" I had no idea of the full import of this poem, but I liked it. Flash-forward years later, when I realized, after discovering a few more of his poems, that the above elegy was not the rule, rather the exception.
If Whitman were alive today, I think he would be the man who hangs around on the streetcorner with a foot-long beard a la a ZZTop bandmember, chanting vociferously such things as, "Within there runs blood! The same old blood! The same red-running blood!"
Prophet, or madman? the people would speculate. Whitman was an interesting fellow, and some of his work was quite explicit: "Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice" Even for now, that is fairly blunt, but one can definitely understand why in 1855, people balked at his poetry.
There is such exuberance in certain passages; they leap off the pages and dance. It makes you want to examine a leaf of grass, because perhaps you never have before, and this is what living is, appreciating the small, the mundane, even. So, you grab a blade of grass and perhaps you get bitten by ants, and you curse Walt Whitman, because who has time to look at that stuff, anyway? Perhaps some of that joy was feigned, a sly wink at his audience?
Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself.
Everyone should read some Whitman, though, because he is an important part of American literary history. ...more
I'm fairly certain I'd heard of Alcala before, but didn't know much about him. Calling him "the dating game killer" is kind of a misnomer, in my opiniI'm fairly certain I'd heard of Alcala before, but didn't know much about him. Calling him "the dating game killer" is kind of a misnomer, in my opinion, because his rap sheet had nothing to do with his appearance on said show. But to say it isn't creepy. . .
This book got a bit repetitive and the short chapters were rather obnoxious, but other than that, it read quickly and was written in a fairly engaging style....more
John Adams was a family doctor in England in the 1940s-50s. After having a Mrs. Morrell die under his care in the early part of the 50s, he was put onJohn Adams was a family doctor in England in the 1940s-50s. After having a Mrs. Morrell die under his care in the early part of the 50s, he was put on trial for her murder in 1956. In his past were several others who had died under drug-induced circumstances, as well, which led the police to train their sights on him. Especially since many of his patients bequeathed money and objects to him. In the case of Mrs. Morrell, a woman in her eighties who had suffered a severe stroke and was being given heroin and morphine, she was leaving him a silver chest, and at one point it was rumored her old Rolls Royce. She seems rather contentious based on her adding and then cutting the good doctor out of her will, and then adding him once again. It was at this point that the patient was given some rather large doses of injectable drugs, the same heroin and morphine, under which amount she lapsed into a coma and died. Was Dr. Adams guilty of murdering her? Was intent criminal?
The book itself was written years later by the trial judge who presided over the case. It is at times a bit dry, but it is an intriguing look into British trial law at that time. The judge also gives his own opinion on the case, looking back upon it years later.
On a personal note, I was rather giddy to find that the University of Virginia's Law Library was willing to loan this out to my local library for me to read! ...more