A Range of Emotions, All of Them Good

Posted on by Mark Aldrich

My girlfriend says it is like watching a kid in a candy store when we visit a book store. I suddenly appear to have multiple arms, like a Hindu deity, and my stride becomes a purposeful lurch.

Any purpose to my stride can be attributed to my knowing that she is not much of a fan of shopping at all, and less of a fan of browsing, of idling, of whiling away the hours, of fantasizing about future possessions, of wasting time! in a store whose shelves are taller than six feet and could crush us. I, on the other hand, experience a range of emotions, a panoply of feelings, all of them having to do with enjoying life, in a bookstore.
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Today in History: Dec. 3

Posted on by Mark Aldrich

NBC aired Elvis, a one-hour TV special starring Elvis Presley and his band on this date in 1968. In subsequent years, the show came to be known as Elvis’ 1968 Comeback Special, and it was the biggest television hit in 1968.

Elvis, clad in a black leather jumpsuit, made the world notice something: that it missed having an Elvis Presley who performed live. For part of the show, Presley and his band performed in front of a small audience, which was seated around the stage, in NBC’s Burbank television studio in June 1968. It was his first live performance since 1961.

The rest of the show was bigger: choreographed with dancers and set changes, but the intimate show, with Elvis informally joking with the audience and band, is what is remembered.
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‘Aubade’ by Philip Larkin

Posted on by Mark Aldrich

Philip Larkin was honored today with a memorial stone in Poets’ Corner in Westminster Abbey. He died thirty-one years ago today. Larkin’s memorial sits between those of Anthony Trollope and Ted Hughes. Chaucer’s tomb sits nearby. Edward Lear’s memorial stone is immediately above Larkin’s.

I wrote the following essay in June:

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“I don’t know that I ever expected much of life,” Philip Larkin wrote to his lifelong friend Kingsley Amis in October 1979, “but it terrifies me to think it’s nearly over.” He had another six years of life left, but the emptiness of the end—”the total emptiness for ever,/The sure extinction that we travel to”—was much on his mind.

The poem from which those lines originate, “Aubade,” was published in 1977 in the Times Literary Supplement (TLS). Larkin had started it in 1974, worked at it that year, and then left it until 1977, when he finished it. “Death is the most important thing about life,” he wrote his companion, Monica Jones, when they were both still young.
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