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Jack Wilson (0:01)
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Jack Wilson (1:00)
Hello. A letter from a listener in a far off place. An Irish writer, Colm Toibin, tells us about his love for the works of James Baldwin. That's coming up today on the History of Literature. Okay, here we go. Welcome to the podcast. It is the holiday season and like the rest of you. Wait, let's try this again. It's the holiday season. There we go.
Colm Toibin (1:42)
That's better.
Jack Wilson (1:44)
So it's the holiday season and like the rest of you, I'm trying to find the holiday cheers. In a world gone mad, sometimes we're all on this spinning planet together. And we sometimes forget that we're not just here by ourselves on our own. Other people are not just bit characters in our movie, here to supply us with what we need and want. We're all round characters. There are no flat ones. In a novel, yes, but in life, no. Round and round and round like the planet itself. We have a great show today with Colm Toibin here to talk about James Baldwin. We've talked about Baldwin before, of course. What do you need to know to whet your appetite? Baldwin might be one of those rare writers who have an almost 100% approval rating, at least among serious fans of literature. Even those who don't love his fiction, which is often a matter of individual taste. After all, fiction and poetry, even though. But even those who. Who maybe don't love his fiction will still find room for admiration. He captures a kind of intelligence and incisiveness and conveys it with powerful dramatic prose. And in what is rare for a thinker with his depth, he conveys his thoughts in a style that's highly readable. He doesn't overwrite. If anything, he underplays. But the prose moves. There's no denying the thought behind it. It's fast. And as a reader, you don't get ahead of Baldwin. You keep up. He makes it easy to keep up. It's a race car that he's driving, but it comes with a passenger seat. I suppose what you want to know about James Baldwin is all the David Copperfield crap, as Holden might say. Well, Baldwin was born in 1924 and died in 1987 at the too young age of of 63. Born in Harlem, died in France. In between he wrote several novels, some incredible short stories, some plays, some poems, and his essays, which might be his greatest work. He lived through the civil rights movement and the gay liberation movement, and was a key contributor to both. He was a public figure and a champion debater. He dueled with any number of television personalities, and I've never seen him lose. But as we'll hear when we talk to Colm Toybean, Baldwin is not just an educator, an agitator, a didactic voice. His politics could be local, but was not always. He was also in search of the big universal questions that literature has always explored. His humanity was too large to be limited to the latest minor debate. Let's hear an email. This comes from listener Louis in Spain. How about some Spanish holiday music? Gabriel Gabriel's also from Spain, by the way. There we go. Los Pesos. If that's how you say it. Where were we? An email this comes from listener Louis, who says, Dear Jack, My name is Louis, and as 2024 draws to a close, I feel like the time has come to write to the podcast. Although I take a scattergun approach to the choice of episodes I download, I've noticed that your delight in receiving vignettes of where and how your listeners tune in is a theme. Over the years, I've also not yet heard of many other listeners from Spain, and so here I am in Galicia, where I've lived since leaving England aged 23. Galicia is a rural part of Spain, and I happen to live in a very rural part of it. I was chopping firewood the other day, Oak and Alder. Been listening to last year's seasonal episode on the controversy surrounding the famous Christmas poem a visit from St. Nicholas. Oh man, says Louis. Your delivery of the Clement Clarke Moore poem Old Santa Claus, highlighting its incongruous sadism, was just too much. Yes, that was quite an episode. Excuse me, something about the memory of that poem seized up the back of my throat. Louis says, I don't know if you've ever tried swinging an axe while trying not to succumb to paroxysms of laughter, but I think you can imagine that it's difficult. Let's pause there. Oh no. I have some horrible visions in my mind having to do with wayward axes. Maybe it's best to put the axe down, Louie, else one might chop off one's own head or a toe or two. Back to the email. I don't know if you've ever heard much about Galicia, but I can't recommend this Atlantic Corner Iberia strongly enough. Now, should I have said Galicia or Iberia? Please forgive any mispronunciations. I could use an autocorrect on pronunciations when it comes to foreign languages, especially think of my words floating at you listeners with a little red squiggle underneath them, and maybe they will magically correct themselves from the time I speak the words to the time they reach your ears. Get to work, inventors. I've just given you another million dollar idea. I actually came up with a trillion dollar idea once, according to a friend of mine who works in the car industry, but he and I agreed that it would be horrible for humanity and so we dropped the subject. That idea developed no further and no, I'm not going to tell you what it was in case there are some some Lex Luthor types among you. Okay, back to Louis and his email. Now, Louie spells his name with an s, but he pronounces it with an e. Louis. I actually checked with him on this because I wanted to get it right and he said it's without the s sound, pronounced like Louis. I don't mind if people get it wrong, though. In fact, here in Spain, people often translate it and call me Luis, or even the Galician version, Lois. I enjoy the diversity. End quote. Isn't that how we all should be? People accepting, embracing. And so my million dollar idea of the squiggle line underneath the mispronounced word fades into yet another botched and bungled plan. The squiggle erases itself and pretends it never existed. Okay, back to the email. In the Atlantic corner of Iberia, Louis says Hemingway praised the smell of the sea as you walk through the gorse on a headland in Galicia. It's the birthplace of Nobel laureate Camilo Jose Sela, and its most famous daughter is a poet named Rosalia de Castro. She wrote in the 19th century of the Galician agriculture, agricultural laborers, the land and discrimination that Galicians and their language faced from other Spaniards. Her poetry paved the way for the Galician resurgence later in the 19th and 20th century through poets like Alvaro Cun Quiero and Chelso Celso. Emilio Ferrero oh boy, the squiggle lines are back. All definitely worth checking out if you can get your hands on an English translation. So here I am, an English immigrant in Galicia, thrilled to have discovered your podcast in 2024 in what has been quite the year with the birth of my daughter and also me passing the tough exam to become an English teacher in state run secondary schools here in Galicia. Incidentally, the study for this exam led me to discover your podcast as I looked for the best way to absorb as much information as I could about English literature, this being a big part of the exam and man did I find it. I look forward to entering 2025 with the history of Literature to accompany me and eagerly await any festive installments you may have in the works, though I'm not sure last year's can possibly be topped. Yours in NW Northwest Spain Louie Louis what a wonderful message. I'm so pleased that you welcomed your daughter into the world this year and that you qualified to become an English teacher. That is. Win win. Good luck to you on both fronts. I am glad the world has people like you in it making things better, and I'm honored to hear that you've been enjoying the podcast. As for a challenge, well, this episode is a good one, I hope, and next Thursday is going to be another good one. And then we're going to be playing some greatest holiday hits soon enough. Our revisiting of James Joyce's classic short story the Dead. That isn't exactly festive. It sort of is, actually. And the episodes are good. I haven't really listened to them in a while, but I'm pretty sure I'll be taking you into the warm kitchen of my Grandma Rose in Wisconsin. Or maybe we'll edit that part out, but the feeling feel of it will be there. When I think of that story, I think of the warm kitchen of my Swiss grandmother. And of course we have James Joyce's stunning prose and Gabriel Conroy's reflections on life and connections with one another as the snow falls generally all over Ireland. How about speaking of Gabriel? How about our Gabriel? There we go. So yes, let's zero in on what truly matters this holiday season. Our connection with each other. Find your stable center, the best part of yourself, your core. Be rooted in that strength and then stretch toward the light, toward the sun and the stars and be as good as you can with as much as you can. Spread the joy and the love and the generosity, the kindness, the empathy. We will get through all this together with you and me, with Colm Toibin and James Baldwin, with James Joyce and Gabriel Conroy and with our Gabriel as the snow falls generally over the planet. And be careful with that axe, Combe Toybeen and James Baldwin after this.
