The test shows, however, that I have a strong automatic preference for Donald Trump over Thomas Jefferson. Does it matter, though, that I know very little about Jefferson?
I just took the implicit bias tests and not surprisingly I’m not sexist.
Klara calls the lawn mower a lawn motor because its loud motor is the most noticeable thing about it.
Today Klara freaked out an older gentleman by telling him that “tomorrow is my mommy’s birthday. After that it’s my Papa’s birthday. And after that it’s my own birthday eventually.”
The older gentleman gave me a scared look. “Did she say. . .?”
“Yes, she said eventually,” I confirmed.
I’m all for teacher strikes but since when “sit in silence for 50 minutes and stare at the teacher” is a description of anything that can even remotely he called teaching?
A good article on “parental digital distraction” in The Atlantic. The analyst explained it a lot better but it’s good that the mainstream is at least waking up to the idea, even if it does so in this clunky and tortured way.
Trollope is an amazing writer, folks. With almost nothing by way of a plot, he creates the kind of 800-page novel that keeps you on the edge of your seat and frantically turning pages to find out what happened next. I read the new Penguin edition, which is 25% longer than the one normally available because Trollope had had to pare it down massively for publication. I compared both versions, and the unabridged one is definitely better.
This is the last novel in the Palliser series, but as the novel’s characters would say, that doesn’t signify. The novel works perfectly well as a standalone. Today’s writers could learn a lot from Trollope in terms of how to do this without obnoxiously recapping all of the previous novels in the series.
As I said, the plot is very simple. The Duke, a great politician and a man of unrivaled moral character, discovers that his adult children are total shits. They are not bad people. They are just dumb, vain, useless, and, worst of all, weak. This is a crushing blow to the Duke who can’t understand how he could have produced a bunch of such losers. But they are his children, he loves them, so he makes a huge effort and remains gentle, kind and supportive of them. And he even schools himself into doing that sincerely.
It is a great novel because fatherhood is not caricatured in it, as often happens. There are great novelistic depictions of frustrated fatherhood but not that many that depict realistically a relationship between a loving father and equally loving adult children.
There isn’t a whole lot of politics in the novel, and what there is ends up being so similar to the political practices of today that it’s hilarious. The scenes where candidates go out to drum up the vote are priceless.
In the end, the Duke goes back to work because that’s something that is always there to give life meaning and it reconciles him with his immense disappointment in his children. A disappointment that he never allows himself to acknowledge because that’s what a parent’s love is.
A beautiful novel, and I’m glad it was part of my birthday challenge. It might look weird that one puts aside everything else at the end of the academic year and reads a long novel that in no way relates to one’s work but I don’t see the point of leading the sort of life that has no space in it for “useless”, pleasurable reading.