De Engels romanschrijver en dichter Thomas Hardy werd op 2 juni 1840 geboren in Higher Bockhampton, bij Dorchester. Zie ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2008 en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2006 en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2007 en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2009.
Uit: Far from the Madding Crowd
„When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.
His Christian name was Gabriel,and on working days he was a young man of sound judgment, easy motions, proper dress, and general good character. On Sundays he was a man of misty views, rather given to postponing, and hampered by his best clothes and umbrella: upon the whole, one who felt himself to occupy morally that vast middle space of Laodicean neutrality which lay between the Communion people of the parish and the drunken section,—that is, he went to church, but yawned privately by the time the congregation reached the Nicene creed, and thought of what there would be for dinner when he meant to be listening to the sermon. Or, to state his character as it stood in the scale of public opinion, when his friends and critics were in tantrums, he was considered rather a bad man; when they were pleased, he was rather a good man; when they were neither, he was a man whose moral colour was a kind of pepper-and-salt mixture.
Since he lived six times as many working-days as Sundays, Oak’s appearance in his old clothes was most peculiarly his own—the mental picture formed by his neighbours in imagining him being always dressed in that way. He wore a low-crowned felt hat, spread out at the base by tight jamming upon the head for security in high winds, and a coat like Dr. Johnson’s,4 his lower extremities being encased in ordinary leather leggings and boots emphatically large, affording to each foot a roomy apartment so constructed that any wearer might stand in a river all day long and know nothing of damp—their maker being a conscientious man who endeavoured to compensate for any weakness in his cut by unstinted dimension and solidity.
Mr. Oak carried about him, by way of watch, what may be called a small silver clock; in other words, it was a watch as to shape and intention, and a small clock as to size. This instrument being several years older than Oak’s grandfather, had the peculiarity of going either too fast or not at all. The smaller of its hands, too, occasionally slipped round on the pivot, and thus, though the minutes were told with precision, nobody could be quite certain of the hour they belonged to.“
De Franse schrijver Donatien Alphonse François, Markies de Sade, werd geboren op 2 juni 1740 in Parijs. Zie ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2009. en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2008. en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2007 en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2006.
Uit: Les infortunes de la vertu
„Mme la comtesse de Lorsange était une de ces prêtresses de Vénus, dont la fortune est l’ouvrage d’une figure enchanteresse, de beaucoup d’inconduite et de fourberie, et dont les titres quelque pompeux qu’ils soient ne se trouvent que dans les archives de Cythère, forgés par l’impertinence qui les prend et soutenus par la sotte crédulité qui les donne.
Brune, fort vive, une belle taille, des yeux noirs d’une expression prodigieuse, de l’esprit et surtout cette incrédulité de mode qui, prêtant un sel de plus aux passions, fait rechercher avec bien plus de soin la femme en qui l’on la soupçonne ; elle avait reçu néanmoins la plus brillante éducation possible ; fille d’un très gros commerçant de la rue Saint-Honoré, elle avait été élevée avec une soeur plus jeune qu’elle de trois ans dans un des meilleurs couvents de Paris, où jusqu’à l’âge de quinze ans, aucun conseil, aucun maître, aucun bon livre, aucun talent ne lui avait été refusé. A cette époque fatale pour la vertu d’une jeune fille, tout lui manqua dans un seul jour. Une banqueroute affreuse précipita son père dans une situation si cruelle que tout ce qu’il put faire pour échapper au sort le plus sinistre fut de passer promptement en Angleterre, laissant ses filles à sa femme qui mourut de chagrin huit jours après le départ de son mari. Un ou deux parents qui restaient au plus délibérèrent sur ce qu’ils feraient des filles, et leur part faite se montant à environ cent écus chacune, la résolution fut de leur ouvrir la porte, de leur donner ce qui leur revenait et de les rendre maîtresses de leurs actions. Mme de Lorsange qui se nommait alors Juliette et dont le caractère et l’esprit étaient à fort peu de chose près aussi formés qu’à l’âge de trente ans, époque où elle était lors de l’anecdote que nous racontons, ne parut sensible qu’au plaisir d’être libre, sans réfléchir un instant aux cruels revers qui brisaient ses chaînes. Pour Justine, sa soeur, venant d’atteindre sa douzième année, d’un caractère sombre et mélancolique, douée d’une tendresse, d’une sensibilité surprenantes, n’ayant au lieu de l’art et de la finesse de sa soeur, qu’une ingénuité, une candeur, une bonne foi qui devaient la faire tomber dans bien des pièges, elle sentit toute l’horreur de sa position.“
De acteur Geoffrey Rush als De Sade in de film Quills uit het jaar 2000
De Deense schrijver Karl Adolph Gjellerup werd geboren op 2 juni 1857 in Roholte. Zie ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2007 en en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2009.
Uit: Der Pilger Kamanita
„Einst wanderte der Buddha im Lande Magadha von Ort zu Ort und kam nach Rajagaha. Der Tag ging schon zur Neige, als der Erhabene sich der Stadt der fünf Hügel näherte. Gleich dem Abglanz einer segnenden Götterhand breiteten sich die milden Strahlen der Sonne über die weite, mit grünen Reisfeldern und Wiesen bedeckte Ebene. Hier und dort zeigten kleine an der Erde hinkriechende Wölkchen, wie aus reinstem Goldstaube, daß Menschen und Ochsen von der Feldarbeit heimkehrten; und die langgestreckten Schatten der Baumgruppen waren wie von einer regenbogenfarbigen Glorie umgeben. Aus dem Kranze der blühenden Gärten glänzten die Torzinnen, Terrassen, Kuppeln und Türme der Hauptstadt hervor, und in unvergleichlichem Farbenschmelz, als wären sie aus Topasen, Amethysten und Opalen gebildet, lag die Reihe der Felsenhügel da.
Von diesem Anblick ergriffen, blieb der Erhabene stehen. Mit Freuden begrüsste er jene vertrauten Formen, die so manche Erinnerungen für ihn bargen: das graue Horn, das breite Joch, den Seherfelsen und den Geierkulm, “dessen schöner Gipfel die andern wie ein Dach überragt”;–vor allen aber Vibhara, den Berg der heissen Quellen, der mit seiner Höhle des Sattapannibaumes dem Heimatlosen eine erste Heimat bereitet hatte–die erste Rast auf dem letzten Wege vom Sansara ins Nirvana.
Denn als er damals “noch in frischer Blüte, mit glänzendem, dunklem Haar, im Genusse glücklicher Jugend, im ersten Mannesalter, gegen den Wunsch seiner weinenden und klagenden Eltern” das fürstliche Vaterhaus im nördlichen Lande der Sakyer verlassen und seine Schritte nach dem Gangatal gerichtet hatte, da gönnte er sich erst dort einen längeren Aufenthalt, indem er jeden Morgen um Almosenspeise nach Rajagaha ging.“
De Engelse schrijfster Barbara Pym werd geboren op 2 juni 1913 in Oswestry, Shropshire. Zie ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2007 en en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2009.
Uit: Felicity and Barbara Pym (Biografie door Harrison Solow)
„However, I suspect you feel you would like to, and that is the basis of your irritation with silly men, mousy women, tea, religion, and quotations. Is this worthy of the august company of Dante, Proust, Dostoyevsky? It may interest you to know that Barbara Pym felt as you do, when she was about your age ― reading Aldous Huxley, and imagining herself in a more glittering, a more significant, world. And so to protect herself from an unbearable exclusion from that world, she wrote a novel, Young Men in Fancy Dress, in hope, her biographer says, of becoming part of it.
Her irritation with silly men was no different from yours, or mine, or anyone’s really, you see. The only difference is what each of us regards as ‘silly.’ Literature, or at least, books (I will not presume to add
Pym to the Masters, as you call them ― although surely there are degrees of literature) offer a way out ― out of a time, a space, a life, a status, a level of experience that is unsatisfactory to the reader. Not by virtue of escape, but by metamorphosis, via instruction. As you are being offered a way out of literary exile by the recommended guide ― books, maps, and in the end, one hopes, transportation to the inherited literary land of Barbara Pym. And although you may not now want to arrive in such a place, you have chosen it as your destination. But I suppose you must. After all, it does not make sense that you should have chosen to enter a fictional world you find irritating (though you may realise that it is possible to learn something from it). „
De Amerikaanse schrijfster Dorothy West werd geboren op 2 juni 1907 in Boston. Zie ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2007 en en ook mijn blog van 2 juni 2009.
Uit: Elizabeth Benedict “A Matter of Color” (Washington Post 8 Jan. 1995)
„After her return to the United States, West became the founding editor of The Challenge, a magazine devoted to publishing the best writing by African Americans. When the publication failed, West founded and edited The New Challenge, maintaining her commitment to publishing new writing by African Americans. Both publishing efforts suffered from financial trouble and were eventually abandoned. West ultimately left Harlem and moved to Martha’s Vineyard, where she lived until her death in 1998.
In much of West’s writing, “white racism finds echoes in black society’s obsession of gradations of skin color and the possibility of ‘passing.’”1 Her 1948 semi-autobiographical novel, The Living Is Easy, explores racism and class-consciousness among the African-American bourgeoisie in Boston. Though some critics have argued that West ignores many problems African Americans face as a result of racism, some suggest that she incorporates an element of social commentary in the book through her criticism of the values and ethics of the African-American middle class. A second novel, The Wedding, was started in the 1960s but West didn’t complete it until the 1990s. Her editor for this book, her Martha’s Vineyard neighbor Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, read West’s work in the island’s local paper and encouraged her to complete the novel. Similar to her earlier novel and to many of her short stories, The Wedding examines issues of race and class among upper-middle class African Americans, this time in the Martha’s Vineyard community, Oak Bluffs. After its publication, the novel was adapted for television by Oprah Winfrey; it starred Halle Berry.“
