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ShakespearesIts about the journey, not the destination.

Alex, my eldest daughter, was exploring a rather rambling bookshop on the left bank of the Seine yesterday.

The bookshop was a tangle of small rooms, connected by steep staircases, and all overflowing with books. Out of a small door in one of the rooms came a rather eccentric young Paris madame. “Come in here. That’s right, in you come”, she said, and whisked Alex into one of the back rooms of the shop. To her surprise, Alex found herself part of a Sunday afternoon tea party.

Sylvia, for that was madame’s name, insisted that Alex read aloud what she had written to the assembled group. Alex protested that she didn’t have anything to read.

“Nonsense. Of course you do. Out with it”.

Sylvia was not to be denied. And she was right. Alex did have her journal in her bag, which she obediently read.

Was this a Mad Hatter’s tea party? Had she met the Red Queen?

‘Shakespeare and Company, a bookstore, was opened in Paris in 1919 by American Sylvia Beach (as you will see, not the same Sylvia that Alex met) It became a gathering place for expatriate writers, and in the 1920s became the epicenter of Anglo-American literary culture. It was frequented by Ernest Hemingway, Ezra Pound and F. Scott Fitzgerald. James Joyce used it as his office. You could buy a book such as ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’, too naughty for Britain, and Sylvia Beach herself published Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’ in 1922 when he could not find another publisher.

In 1940, the bookshop fell victim to the German occupation (I guess English books weren’t welcomed by the Nazi’s). Sylvia was interned during the war, but managed to keep her books hidden.

In 1951, another expatriate American called George Whitman opened a bookstore at 37 rue de la Bucherie. It also became a focal point for literary culture in bohemian Paris, and was frequented by many Beat Generation writers, such as Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs. When Sylvia Beach died in 1964, she left her books and the name ‘Shakespeare and Company’ to George. He must have been very grateful, because in tribute he named his shop after her shop, and later named his daughter after her. The store continues to operate in the same location, steps from the Seine, and a short walk from Notre Dame. Like its predecessor, it is a regular bookstore, a reading library, and a home for young writers. You’ll often find people curled up asleep in a corner of the shop, but if you are a writer and willing to work for a couple of hours a day you may be able to use one of the 13 beds. George said that over 40,000 people have slept in his shop over the years. He described the bookstore’s name as “a novel in three words”, and called the venture “a socialist utopia masquerading as a bookstore”.

George’s daughter, Sylvia Beach Whitman, took over the running of ‘Shakespeare and Company’ in 2003. George died in 2011 at the age of 98. Sylvia runs the bookshop in the same style as her father. It was this Sylvia who gathered Alex into the Sunday afternoon writer’s tea. With genes like her fathers, she will be fostering the careers of young visiting writers for a long time yet.

You must call in and say ‘Bonjour’ when you are next in Paris. You’ll find ‘Shakespeare and Company’ just across the river from Notre Dame.

You never know, you may also fall down a rabbit hole into a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.

What I Learnt On 16th September in other years

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It’s not about the nail!

I don’t need you to fix things, I just need you to listen.

hat-tip Hat tip to Brendan

 

 

What I Learnt On 15th September in other years

15th September 2011 Reptile WorldReptile World
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Acadamia“A country’s cuisine exists in the memories of their people and in those who have passed along their food knowledge and wisdom for centuries.”

So says the Acadameia Barilla of Parma, dedicated to the art of Italian gastronomy.

The Academia has recently handed down the Ten Commandments of Italian Cooking. Mea Culpa. At various times, it appears, I have broken most of them.

I’ve checked the following with my friend Rinaldo. He was horrified to think anyone would not find these self evident.

You Shall Not Have Cappuccino after breakfast

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Espresso yes, Cappuccino no. And even then never during a meal.

Risotto and pasta are not a side dish.

Pasta is a course in its own right, and not served with other courses.

You shall not add oil to the water when cooking pasta!

Oil should not be added to pasta cooking water! Rinaldo could not believe anyone would consider doing this. Oil must be added only after you have drained it from its cooking water.
The Acadamia has instructions on how to cook pasta like an Italian.

Its tagliatelle bolognese, not spaghetti.

In real Italian cuisine the pairing of the right kind of pasta with the right sauce is considered almost sacred.

You Shall not Serve Chicken Pasta

In Italy there are no hot dishes featuring pasta and chicken.

Real Italian restaurants don’t do the chequered tablecloth thing.

Chequered Tablecloths indicate the restaurant is targeting tourists. You have been warned.

You shall not add Ketchup to pasta

At least I am innocent of this crime against cuisine,

Thou Shall do what Mama does

As the Acadamia says

She knows from her mamma, who knew from her mamma who knew from her mamma and so on. It’s been tried and tested. And what a mother teaches at her daughter while they are cooking? That love is the center of all. We must share Italian food with your loved ones. It is what life, love and family are all about.

What I Learnt On 14th September in other years

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This blog has been on sabbatical for the last few months while we moved to a new server.

Art richard glover 200x0During this time, I have turned plentysomething.

I know this, as I can identify with the plentysomething characteristics as outlined by Richard Glover.

Are you plenty something?

  • Plentysomethings can no longer read the menu in any Sydney restaurant. This is because the lighting is turned down to a level so dim you feel as if you’re dining in some sort of al-Qaeda cave. The aim, presumably, is to hide the tomato sauce stains on the waiter’s apron. Perhaps they also realise the phrase “served with a decadent sorrel sauce made in the traditional artisan manner” looks less ridiculous if rendered in eight point. Operating in this Stygian gloom, most of us just point to the third dish down and hope for the best. This is the reason we end up eating so much offal.
  • Plentysomethings know to buy the second-cheapest of everything, except when it comes to shoes.
  • Plentysomethings can no longer hear anything that’s said in any Sydney restaurant. That’s because they’ve ripped out all the curtains and floor coverings so the whole thing is like an echoey box. Every dining experience is spent like a startled meerkat, sitting bolt-upright and alert just in case you manage to catch a passing word from someone at your table, from which – using your massive and experienced brain – you can usually reassemble the whole conversation. Lucky, huh?
  • Plentysomethings do not understand the whole bottled water thing. We come from a time in which people would commonly attempt a 20-minute walk in the park without needing to take the sort of water supplies usually associated with Rommel’s North African campaign. It seems remarkable to say so, but in 2003 and 2004, human beings could often go for a whole hour, maybe even two, without what is now called “rehydration”. On Sydney’s more popular walking tracks, people now take a sip from their multiple bottles every three or four steps. What’s going on? Have they left a valve open? Could it be that, in the past six or seven years, the human race has sprung some sort of leak?
  • Plentysomethings know that a coffee past 10pm is not worth it.
  • Plentysomethings, by and large, are not dogmatic in their thinking. They have been around long enough to have heard both sides of most arguments. I myself hold three mutually contradictory opinions on the burqa, which, I believe, is merely a sign I’ve been paying attention.

See Richard’s full list of the other plentysomething traits.

What I Learnt On 13th September in other years

13th September 2011 Rods, Cones and ColoursRods, Cones and Colours
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Marios

A group of 40-year-old buddies discuss where they should have dinner. Finally it is agreed that they should meet at Mario’s restaurant because the waitresses there have low-cut blouses and nice breasts.

 

Ten years later, at 50 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should have dinner. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at Mario’s because the food there is very good and the wine selection is good also.

 

Ten years later, at 60 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should have dinner. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at Mario’s because they can eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant is smoke free.

 

Ten years later, at 70 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should have dinner. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at Mario’s because the restaurant is wheel chair accessible and they even have an elevator.

 

Ten years later, at 80 years of age, the group meets again and once again they discuss where they should have dinner.. Finally it is agreed upon that they should meet at Mario’s because they have never been there before

 

Hat tip to B.

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