Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The sense of an ending

Typeface: Bembo or Garamond:

It’s known for its graceful, flowing style and humanistic elegance. 

Hard to recapture the magic of JB's levels, and maybe because you know its destined to fail, you quickly purchase three of his other books: Nothing to be Frightened of, some essays, ...

Awfully cold and distant on Desert Island Discs. DiD doesn't always work-especially with intellectuals or academics (Pinker, for example, was a terrible flop). An idea sinks like a stone on that programme, which is probably why Rowan Williams came across as an egg-head, a boring stiff from another century. Ultimately, you wonder if the lack of revelation comes down to the inability to flirt with the interviewer (Sue Lawley in this case). Did Fallaci, for instance, entice ol' Ayatollah Khomeni by removing her niqab? Probably. Bhutto, on the the other hand, was comical and histrionic, mainly because he was too in love with himself, caught up in the whirlwind that was formally known as his own ego. 

The way we say things, or don't. I suppose in this day and age it'c come down to something like: the music we share or don't; the images we share with one another or do not. The human elegance of not saying too much and not revealing too much can quickly evaporate, leaving only a thin and dry crust of personality. We lose interest, move on from the insufferable bores. Perhaps we have nothing to say, after all; nothing to show for ourselves. 

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