To This Great Stage of Fools: Born February 8th

John Ruskin, b. 1819. Known as a literary and art critic, Ruskin lived a rather tragic life. He was a friend of the Pre-Raphaelites, Rossetti, Morris, Meredith, and Swinburne, and his wife left him and married the painter Millais. He fell in love with a young Irish girl, but she would not marry him and she later died. He lost his faith in Christianity, suffered from mental illness, and finally re-embraced the Christian faith of his youth, although he refused to believe in hell. Maybe this rejection had something to do with the fact that during episodes of mental illness he had horrendous visions of himself battling with Satan.

Henry Walter Bates, b. 1825. Naturalist, entomologist, and evolutionist. He wrote The Naturalist on the River Amazons, published in 1863. Has anybody out there read it?
If you’d like to know more about this pioneer in entomology, here’s a good article from The New Yorker, August 22, 1988, about Bates’s life and travels along the Amazon.

Jules Verne, b. 1828. In a letter: “I must be slightly off my head. I get caught up in all the extraordinary adventures of my heroes.”

Digby Mackworth Dolben, b. 1848. English poet, he was rather a character. He wrote love poetry to another (male) student at Eton and then considered conversion to Roman Catholicism and went around wearing a Benedictine monk’s habit. He drowned in a rather mysterious accident at the age of nineteen before he could go up to Oxford.

Kate Chopin, b. 1851. American author of The Awakening.

Martin Buber, b. 1878. Jewish philosopher and teacher. In 1938 he left Germany and went to live in Jerusalem. He wrote the book, I and Thou about the relationships of people to people and persons to God. “Egos appear by setting themselves apart from other egos. Persons appear by entering into relation to other persons.”

John Grisham, b. 1955. OK, I’m not really terribly intellectual at all. Of all the authors who have birthdays today, the only two I’ve read are Jules Verne (Around the World in Eighty Days and John Grisham. Which Grisham novel do you like best? Do you agree with me that his novels have not gotten better but rather the opposite? I did enjoy The Firm and The Client and, my favorite, The Rainmaker.

Edited slightly and reposted from February 8, 2006.

3 thoughts on “To This Great Stage of Fools: Born February 8th

  1. I’m not terribly intellectual, either, I guess. I’ve read everything Grisham has published except the latest–his first non-fiction. (I’m waiting for the softcover.) I liked The Client and The Chair. I think Skipping Christmas is hilarious. I thought Painted House pushed my credibility too far (could all those things really happen to one 7yo kid in about 6 weeks time?), and a coming-of-age book featuring a 7yo didn’t ring true for me, either. I think I agree with you that that the last couple of legal books haven’t been too great, but Bleachers wasn’t too bad. I think Grisham is a very good story-teller. His characters aren’t universally well-done, but sometimes he really pulls it off well–and that is the case with my two preferred books above.

  2. Oh, and I should add that I lived for 13 years in northern FL, which is practically southern Alabama, and the location and atmosphere of his stories rings very true for me–a non-southerner who lived in the south.

  3. My favorite Grisham book is his novella, Skipping Christmas. And, yes, I agree with you. Because of that, I haven’t read the last two or three of his books.

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