But all this past had become so translucent with time... a mist that dissipated in the sunlight.
— So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood by Patrick Modiano, Euan Cameron (Page 11)
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But all this past had become so translucent with time... a mist that dissipated in the sunlight.
— So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood by Patrick Modiano, Euan Cameron (Page 11)
He regretted all the lost years when he had not paid sufficient attention to either the trees or the flowers.
— So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood by Patrick Modiano, Euan Cameron (Page 43)
About a third of the way in, and it's extremely good so far. It is long, but it's more of a page-turner than most history books.
Some takeaways so far:
This book is essentially a thorough debunking of various western misconceptions about Daoism, with ample historical detail and discussion about how Daoism changed throughout various eras.
A few of the misconceptions that it debunks:
That there is any real distinction between "philosophical" and "religious" Daoism
Thankfully at this point an idea that has been quite thoroughly debunked and largely eradicated in academic circles, but the echoes of this framing remain in popular culture.
That the Dào Dé Jīng (or Zhuāngzǐ) is the primary, oldest, or most important Daoist text
The book goes into some detail about this, particularly on the Dào Dé Jīng, but I'll let it speak for itself as a summary:
My nuanced answers to the question of how the Nei-yeh, Chuangtzu, and Tao te ching affected later Taoism are as follows:
- All three of those texts actually played a marginal role in the lives and …
This book is essentially a thorough debunking of various western misconceptions about Daoism, with ample historical detail and discussion about how Daoism changed throughout various eras.
A few of the misconceptions that it debunks:
That there is any real distinction between "philosophical" and "religious" Daoism
Thankfully at this point an idea that has been quite thoroughly debunked and largely eradicated in academic circles, but the echoes of this framing remain in popular culture.
That the Dào Dé Jīng (or Zhuāngzǐ) is the primary, oldest, or most important Daoist text
The book goes into some detail about this, particularly on the Dào Dé Jīng, but I'll let it speak for itself as a summary:
My nuanced answers to the question of how the Nei-yeh, Chuangtzu, and Tao te ching affected later Taoism are as follows:
- All three of those texts actually played a marginal role in the lives and thoughts of most later Taoists, with a variety of important exceptions, many of which remain little known even among scholars.
- Many later Taoists, of all periods, looked back to the Lao-tzu and Chuang-tzu for concepts and models that could help them practice Taoism. Others did not, but continued to honor those texts.
- Few later Taoists read or honored the Nei-yeh — as a text — yet its ideas and practices did become abiding elements of Taoist practice from age to age, as well as of Chinese traditional medicine, and even the cosmological theories usually termed “Neo-Confucian.”
That Daoists kept to themselves and did not interface with the imperial bureaucracy, or were meaningfully anarchist/anti-establishment in practice
While you can find some ideas in Daoist texts that appear somewhat anarchist, and Daoists have been remembered for their role in several popular revolts, they also spent a long time working with the imperial bureaucracy to try to help (and secure patronage from) various emperors throughout history.
That women were excluded from practicing Daoism, or that Daoist practices had a gendered element
This is somewhat more complicated, but the chapter that goes into detail opens:
The roles that women have played in Taoist life will vary according to one’s notion of what “Taoism” is. If by “Taoism” one means the living Cheng-i traditions of Taiwan and coastal China, then women have little or no meaningful role, and have not had for centuries. But, as we have seen, there have actually been many other forms of Taoism. Some we have just begun to recognize, as scholars continue to explore the rich diversity of texts in the Tao-tsang and later Taoist collections.
In the living Lung-men tradition, as in its Ch’üan-chen antecedents and in several earlier Taoist traditions, women have played quite meaningful roles indeed. At times, such individuals were clearly exceptions to the rule. But, at other times, Taoists clearly made sincere, and sometimes successful, efforts to provide relatively equal opportunities to any person willing to participate, regardless of gender or class. In addition, women Taoists of various periods even held positions of influence and authority, sometimes in a formally institutionalized setting.
Over the course of history, virtually all Taoist practices—from self-cultivation practices to “thunder rites”—have been fully accessible to women, and we even know of women who have practiced them. The idea that Taoist self-cultivation practices could, or should, be conceived in gender-specific terms would not arise until the nineteenth century.
That Daoists seek to have a single, coherent attitude towards death
This one is particularly pernicious, since it seems to come from deeply-held beliefs that westerners tend to have about both religion and death. From the book:
The reality is that Taoism is a tradition defined (or perhaps, more correctly, not defined) by people who never saw reason to struggle to achieve agreement about most of life’s deepest ambiguities. Taoists were never laboring to remain true to some “original message,” the way that Christians, Jews, Confucians, and, to some degree, even Buddhists often tried to do. There was no single scripture to which all Taoists through the centuries felt it necessary to tag their beliefs or actions. There was never—at least not past the third century—any Taoist hierarchy that sought to determine doctrine for all Taoists. And there was certainly no effort to achieve or maintain any “philosophical” precision, consistency, or sophistication.
Rather, those who were drawn to understand life, and to express their lives and thoughts, on Taoist terms were a range of people who did not work very hard to find ways to agree with each other. It is not that Taoists of each age “agreed to disagree,” as for instance modern Unitarians profess themselves quite happy to do. Rather, it is that the people who self-identified as Taoists in each age understood and accepted the fact that others might, with some justification, understand life on somewhat different terms. On one level, “Taoism” was, like “Hinduism,” a catch-all category for a wide range of ideas, practices, and models of and for life, which were acknowledged to belong to this loosely defined category mostly, if not exclusively, by the fact that they clearly did not belong to any of the other available categories.
Such being the case, it is not at all surprising that some Taoists over the centuries argued the possibility of obviating death, and the desirability of attaining a deathless state, and even suggested practical methods for attaining some such state. But, while none can dispute the commonness of texts describing or alluding to such ideas, it is true that Taoists also produced and preserved texts that wholly ignored such ideas, others whose perspective on life would seem to preclude such ideas and practices altogether, and even some that ridiculed them, as we shall see. And because those who self-identified as members of “the Tao-chiao ” were, at the very least, content to identify all such texts, ideas, and practices as belonging to their “Tao-chiao” all of them must be accepted as representative of the “authentic” voices of Taoism.
In general, this book does a excellent job of identifying places where western conceptions of Daoism have been more interested in projecting existing western ideas onto a exotic and ancient other, and contrasting that with actual data about what Daoism is and has been. While this book can be quite academic and slow in places, I'd recommend it to anyone interested in gaining a historically-grounded, less appropriative understanding of Daoism.
I have mixed feeling about this book. I really like the work that Ru Callender is doing (I heard him talk at Electromagnetic Field in 2022, which lead to me picking up his book), but the book itself is written in a way that I find somewhat offputting (short, simple sentences and paragraphs that feel like they're written for a audience with a very short attention span), and it's fairly slow, or at least, longer than it needs to be. It's more of a memoir than a book on undertaking.
There is some interesting stuff in here. A lot of inspiring stories of good funerals, some interesting thoughts on crop circles and ritual magic, good cultural analysis of the funeral industry (mostly in the UK, but also worldwide). The idea of "cultural ancestors" that he has seems somewhat unique, and it's interesting to see someone explore it so much. The …
I have mixed feeling about this book. I really like the work that Ru Callender is doing (I heard him talk at Electromagnetic Field in 2022, which lead to me picking up his book), but the book itself is written in a way that I find somewhat offputting (short, simple sentences and paragraphs that feel like they're written for a audience with a very short attention span), and it's fairly slow, or at least, longer than it needs to be. It's more of a memoir than a book on undertaking.
There is some interesting stuff in here. A lot of inspiring stories of good funerals, some interesting thoughts on crop circles and ritual magic, good cultural analysis of the funeral industry (mostly in the UK, but also worldwide). The idea of "cultural ancestors" that he has seems somewhat unique, and it's interesting to see someone explore it so much. The stories of his interactions and work with the KLF are, as one would expect, excellent.
There's also stuff that I feel more mixed about. He talks a lot about the transformative role that punk and acid house and raves had in his life, which like — sure, those things can be transformative, but I feel like talking more about the things themselves than the specific ways in which they're transformative misses the mark a bit. He touches on appropriation only very briefly, much more briefly than one would hope from a white person living in the UK and worshiping a Haitian Vodou deity.
I'm glad that I read this book, but I don't think I can really recommend it.
Quite mixed feelings about this book. I want very much to like it, but I think it's severely limited by its conception of "nomadism" as moving between apartments every few years.
I get the feeling that this book may have been a victim of its success — many of the designs feel like DIY IKEA furniture, which I'm sure was novel in 1973, more than a decade before IKEA reached the USA. Today, though, it just feels somewhat depressing.
A lot of the book also relies on building furniture from materials that are widely and cheaply available, the idea being that they can be discarded upon moving, and recreated at a destination. Again, this is compatible with a definition of "nomadism" that emphasizes staying put for enough time to scrounge up the cardboard, polyurethane, etc that's needed to put together this furniture. Which is fine, I guess (if a little …
Quite mixed feelings about this book. I want very much to like it, but I think it's severely limited by its conception of "nomadism" as moving between apartments every few years.
I get the feeling that this book may have been a victim of its success — many of the designs feel like DIY IKEA furniture, which I'm sure was novel in 1973, more than a decade before IKEA reached the USA. Today, though, it just feels somewhat depressing.
A lot of the book also relies on building furniture from materials that are widely and cheaply available, the idea being that they can be discarded upon moving, and recreated at a destination. Again, this is compatible with a definition of "nomadism" that emphasizes staying put for enough time to scrounge up the cardboard, polyurethane, etc that's needed to put together this furniture. Which is fine, I guess (if a little depressing, when you think too much about it), but not really what I was hoping for.
There are a couple useful ideas for a modern reader in here, but really not much more than that, and even those ideas largely are no longer novel, having made their way from IKEA to Target and Walmart these days.
I do think there are still novel ideas to be had in the field of nomad-friendly furniture — particularly, tensegrity designs can be extremely lightweight, collapsible, and strong — but they won't be found in this book, unfortunately. I guess it's maybe a blessing, in a sense, that this book won't deprive me the joy of discovering them for myself.
More about how to build and where to buy lightweight furniture that folds, inflates, knocks down, stacks, or is disposable …
This is a very good book and piece of propaganda. My complaint with most books of this style is that they are too repetitive, and despite there being a lot of repetition in this book, it manages to be thoroughly engaging nonetheless. Lots of excellent history and science.
It's hard to believe that before reading this it seemed completely normal to me that the United States uses billions of gallons of clean drinking water per day just to defecate in.
this womb of things to be and tomb of things that were
— The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction by Ursula K. Le Guin (Page 37)
If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic. "Technology," or "modern science" (using the words as they are usually used, in an unexamined shorthand standing for the "hard" sciences and high technology founded upon continuous economic growth), is a heroic undertaking, Herculean, Promethean, conceived as triumph, hence ultimately as tragedy. The fiction embodying this myth will be, and has been, triumphant (Man conquers earth, space, aliens, death, the future, etc.) and tragic (apocalypse, holocaust, then or now).
If, however, one avoids the linear, progressive, Time's-(killing)-arrow mode of the Techno-Heroic, and redefines technology and science as primarily cultural carrier bag rather than weapon of domination, one pleasant side effect is that science fiction can be seen as a far less rigid, narrow field, not necessarily Promethean or apocalyptic at all, and in fact less a mythological genre than a realistic one.
It is a strange realism, but it is a strange reality.
— The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction by Ursula K. Le Guin (Page 35)
If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it's useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own hair, or what have you, and then take it home with you, home being another, larger kind of pouch or bag, a container for people, and then later on you take it out and eat it or share it or store it up for winter in a solider container or put it in the medicine bundle or the shrine or the museum, the holy place, the area that contains what is sacred, and then next day you probably do much the same again—if to do that is human, if that's what it takes, then I am a human being after all. Fully, freely, gladly, for the first time.
— The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction by Ursula K. Le Guin (Page 32)
Fifteen hours a week for subsistence leaves a lot of time for other things. So much time that maybe the restless ones who didn't have a baby around to enliven their life, or skill in making or cooking or singing, or very interesting thoughts to think, decided to slope off and hunt mammoths. The skillful hunters then would come staggering back with a load of meat, a lot of ivory, and a story. It wasn't the meat that made the difference. It was the story.
— The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction by Ursula K. Le Guin (Page 27)