How to find a movie

I’d always thought I’d seen and enjoyed Bertolucci’s 1900.
It was in the late 1970’s, it was a long Italian movie
with gorgeous pictures of the Italian countryside and a marxist
plot, so nothing I read about 1900 disabused
me of the idea that I’d seen it.

As I said, I remembered enjoying it, so when they put out a
special collectors’ edition with restored footage that made it
even longer, I ordered it from Netflix.

I was quite surprised to find that 1900 was
not the movie I had seen. There were scenes I would
certainly have remembered if I’d seen them, and I didn’t, and
there were scenes I remembered vividly from the movie I
had seen that just weren’t there.

I tried searching Amazon,
Netflix, and IMDB for the movie I had seen, to
no avail.

Then I read a mention of Rotten Tomatoes as a
place where movies were reviewed, and up popped Tree
of Wooden Clogs
, which seems to have been the movie.

So I’m putting that on my netflix list, now.

For the record, the scenes I remembered were the grandfather
gleefully implementing his secret process for growing the earliest
tomatoes in town, cutting down a tree to make his grandson a pair
of wooden shoes so he could go to school, and the whole family
being evicted as penalty for having cut down the tree to make the
clogs. So my search term was something like “italian tomatoes
wooden clogs”, and it worked on Rotten Tomatoes but not on the
other places.

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The Map that Changed the World:

I read this
book

because I had enjoyed The
Professor and the Madman,
, by the same author, about two of the people who
produced the Oxford English Dictionary.

My judgement that they would be similar books was correct, but
I didn’t enjoy the history of the invention of stratigraphy as
much as the history of the OED. Maybe because I understand
dictionaries better than I do stratigraphy, or maybe because Simon
Winchester explains them better.

Certainly more pictures would have helped. If you’ve read
about geology, you’ve seen the pictures of layers of rock with
different fossils in the different layers, but some pictures of
what William Smith actually saw in the coal mines and canal excavations would have
helped me imagine what he was actually doing.

I guess this book irritated me the same way (although in lesser
degree) that Soul
of a new machine
did. There’s a writer who’s honestly trying
to describe someone who feels passionately about something that
doesn’t even interest most people in the writer’s world, and it
ends up sounding a bit condescending even though I’m sure that’s
not intended.

That being said, there is a lot of detail in here about the
relationship between the economics of late 18th to early 19th
century England, and why that produced the science of geology as
we know it, even with all the religious opposition to scientific
investigation of the history of the earth. It was because digging canals and
coal mines was the exciting technology of the time that people who
were excited about such things got to see and study the different layers.


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Sweater Quest

my year of knitting dangerously

I was disappointed in this
book.
I expected to be guided by an expert knitter through
the maze of possible information sources on patterns and yarns and
other knitting resources.

I got really mad when I read the denouement (Lana is what she’s
nicknamed the sweater for the year she spends knitting the
incredibly complex pattern):

Once Lana is bone dry, I strip off the machine-made cardigan I
have on and prepare for my first moments wearing her. It’s here
that I expect to feel rapture, when I can get away with ending
this story with a “Wearing Mary Tudor: priceless” line. Damn
the cliché. Here’s the kicker: my sweater, which cost hundreds
of both dollars and hours, doesn’t fit.

The sleeves are a good six inches too short. I can’t close
the front over my ample bust. My linebacker shoulders stretch
the collar too wide.

I can understand about the bust. I have an ample bust myself,
and I frequently find blouses that fit well in every other
dimension, but pucker when buttoned over the chest. It’s
usually not a problem with knit garments, but stranded knitting
(where two colors are used at once, and the unused color is
carried across the stitches of the other color) isn’t as
stretchy as other kinds of knitting, so I can easily imagine a
sweater planned perfectly for all the other dimensions not
buttoning over the chest.

I don’t have linebacker shoulders, so things that fit
otherwise are usually ok in the shoulders, but I can imagine it
being hard to get a given shape sweater to fit particularly
large shoulders.

But six inches of error in the sleeves is just wrong. The
sleeves in this pattern are knit down from the armholes, so if
they turn out to be six inches too short, you unravel the cuff
and knit some more pattern. Or if that’s too much work, you
make the cuffs 6 inches longer. It isn’t very much work
compared with all the other things she’s done for this book.

That being said, I did find out about Alice
Starmore
, who is a very impressive designer. I’ve since
read both Aran
Knitting (from the library – it’s out of print) and Alice
Starmore’s book of Fair Isle Knitting
(from Amazon –
knitting patterns take longer than the library loans you a book
for). I’ve reorganized my knitting needles and yarn stash, and
am working on a fair isle design incorporating a serpent for a
sofa pillow.

So my advice is to skip the middleman and read the knitting
books instead of the piece of hack writing about knitters and
knitting books by someone who isn’t really much of a knitter.
But it’s a fast read and does have some information about online
knitting resources that you might not find as easily in google.

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The Heretic

In general, having the world’s dominant language as your first
language is an advantage, but it does mean that you don’t
necessarily hear about writers in other languages who write books
you might be interested in.

In the case of Miguel Delibes, I never heard of him until I
read his obituary.
It said, “Known for his humble nature, his empathy for the poor
and a lifelong commitment to rural Spain and its traditions, he
wrote of sheepherders, cheese-makers, blacksmiths and hunters. His
characters are complex, often reflecting the cultural and
political struggles that followed the Spanish Civil War.”

This sounded like an author I would enjoy, and it also said,
“The last novel Mr. Delibes wrote before he was operated on for
colon cancer in 1998 — “El Hereje” (“The Heretic”) — is the one
he wanted to be remembered by…” so I took that one out of the
library.

It took me a while to get into it — at least in translation
the writing is a bit dry, and there are long lists of characters
who are mentioned by name before they’re described. But really,
if you wonder what life in Spain was like in the sixteenth
century, or what would cause you to become a Lutheran when you’d always been a
Catholic, I’ve never read anything remotely as good as this.

Here’s the description of the moment of becoming a
Lutheran:

One day in April, while Antón was blaring out an
ardent screech from the top of the little pedestal despite the
stubborn silence fo the surrounding fields, Pedro Cazalla
brutally, with no preparation whatsoever, told Cipriano there
was no purgatory. Even though he was seated, Salcedo reacted to
Cazalla’s harshness with a strange weakness in the knees and a
vertigo in the pit of his stomach. The priest looked carefully
at him out of the corner ofhis eye, waiting for his reaction.
He saw Cipriano turn pale, as he did the day they saw the frog,
and then try to straighten his legs in the tight space of the
hunting blind. Finally he muttered: “Th…this I cannot accept,
Pedro. It’s part of my childhood faith.”

They were inside the blind, sitting on hte bench, one next to
the other. Cazalla with his loaded shotgun between his legs,
both oblivious to the partridge. Cazalla spoke sweetly,
shrugging his shoulders: “It’s very hard, Cipriano, I understand
that, but we must be coherent within our faith. If we observe
the commandments, there is nothing for which we are not forgiven
thanks to Christ’s Passion.”

Salcedo looked as if he were going to burst into tears, such
was his desolation: “You are right, father,” he said at last,
“but with that revelation, you leave me forsaken.”

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Black squirrel

You never used to see black squirrels in this part of the
world, but in the last 5 years or so, several have taken up
residence in my neighborhood. They’re a bit smaller than the more
usual grey squirrels. This one was in the park this morning.

[black squirrel]

Black Squirrel, April 3, 2010

Sunday at the Boston Early Music Festival

The Flanders Recorder Quartet

At some point during all-recorder concerts, I always find
myself thinking of Samuel Johnson’s remark about the women
preachers: “Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking on
his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to
find it done at all.” I really think that even if you play
as many different recorders as well as these guys do, it still
isn’t enough variety for a concert-length program. Adding
keyboard, strings, or especially singing makes it a lot easier on everyone.

That being said, the Flanders Recorder Quarted did do one of my
favorite recorder concerts of all time four or five years ago,
when they toured with a very good singer and did the English
Consort Song repertoire.

I should also point out that a very large fraction of the
audience on Sunday afternoon was people who play in and direct
recorder consorts, so a very common remark to overhear (or make)
at this concert was, “We should play some of this stuff.” So
there are reasons for some concerts that go beyond the aesthetic
satisfaction of the audience at the time of the concert.

I thought the second half of this program worked better than
the first half — the first half was mostly early sixteenth
century music played on Renaissance recorders. It was interesting how
they combined two or three of the pieces seamlessly into a set,
but it really wasn’t enough variety.

On the second half, they played one set with three grounds on
three different consorts of instruments: medieval, Renaissance,
and baroque. The Renaissance one (Upon La, Mi, Re
by Thomas Preston (d. ca. 1563)) was the piece on the program
that most made me say, “We should play that.” And the Purcell
Chacony, which I have played, mostly made me say, “They need a
serpent.” I love recorders, but I really think there are other
instruments that work better for that kind of driving bass
line.

The final piece on the program was an arrangement from a
Sweelinck keyboard piece of Dowland’s Lachrimae
Pavane.
That was the best piece on the program for
showing off what the recorder in the hands of these virtuoso
players can be used for.

Festival Wrapup

I got home to a flurry of emails from a set of keyboard playing
friends with the subject BEMF — dying, and me with
it
. I’m not sure which of the three people wrote that
subject line. I don’t have permission to quote any of them
directly by name, but the complaints included the dearth of
keyboard makers exhibiting, the poor choice of instruments at
some of the harpsichord concerts, and the poor presentation
skills of some of the performers. There apparently wasn’t a
harpsichord masterclass this year.

I didn’t see any of the brass players who normally come from
out of town. The Sunday afternoon recorder concert was lightly
attended two years ago, and even more so this time. Saturday’s
11 PM concert, with a reputation for often being the best
concert of the festival usually fills at least the downstairs of
Jordan Hall, and didn’t this year. Of the events I went to, only
the Friday concerts were as well-attended as I would expect.

So I think the Festival is in trouble. I really love a lot of
things about it, and I hope they pull through. I think there’s
some evidence that the organizers don’t entirely understand how
important the Festival’s diversity is in making it such an
important part of so many people’s lives, and I hope they figure
it out by next time.

I’d really be happy to give them good advice about how to get
more and better brass playing. They essentially ignore all the
European early brass playing, and it’s much better organized
than anything we have on this side of the pond. If they got one
of the good ensembles that has several kinds of instruments and
some good teachers, it could really be a draw for a lot of
people who love the idea of cornetto or serpent or baroque
trumpet and haven’t had a chance to hear it or to study it.

Tomorrow I get to blog about something else. I enjoyed lots of
things about the last week, but I’m looking forward to being able
to write about other things.

Saturday at the Boston Early Music Festival

Being a consumer at the Exhibition

For some reason, I only ever buy things at the Exhibition on
Saturday. Of course, when you’re thinking about a $2000 recorder,
you want your teacher and everyone else to give you good advice
about the instrument. And if you’re thinking about buying a $2000
recorder, whether you do or not might affect how many hundreds, or
even dozens, of dollars you want to spend on music. But one of
the things I bought yesterday was a $5 t-shirt, which I really
could have bought on Wednesday.

I think part of why this happens is that it’s really fun being
a spectator without having to put dollar signs on the things
you’re looking at and watching other people play.

But there really are things for sale at the exhibition that
aren’t as easy to buy elsewhere, so yesterday I put my checkbook
in my pocket and bought some of them.

My first stop was A-R Editions, which puts out collections of
things. A lot of the French music on my site is transcribed
from Three-Part Chansons Printed by Gardane (1541).
They aren’t very playable editions — they do things like have
repeats go across page turns, but if you’re going to transcribe
them to have the unbarred parts anyway, they’re good source
material. This year I got two volumes of Andrea Gabrielli
madrigals and a volume called Canzone Villanesche alla Napolitana
and Villotte
by Adrian Willaert and His Circle. Someone
suggested last Spring that this kind of music is more fun to sing outdoors than the
Morley and Dowland we keep attempting. And a form for ordering
more with
the festival discount.

I reverted to being a spectator and talked to a woman who
produces editions like mine of Women composers, and helped a
friend who was drooling over the harpsichords at the Harpsichord
Clearing House try them all out. The Indiana University Press had
Carol McClintock’s Readings… on sale for less
than $5, but they weren’t really selling them; you have to go to
the website. Which I should remember to do, later when I’m not
trying to get the blog entry up before I leave for this
afternoon’s recorder concert.

And I gave the ARS a check for two year’s membership at the
Festival discount rate, and collected all my instruments from
their makers. They all sound better than when I left them, but I
haven’t had much time to play them.

Tragicomedia and Friends

The Saturday night 11 PM concert with Tragicommedia playing
something related to the rest of the Festival with the people at
the Festival that they want to play with is quite often one of the
best concerts of the week.

Last night they did the more dramatic madrigals of Monteverdi,
with full continuo. I actually like both Madrigals and Operas,
and hadn’t realized that there was a middle ground like this.

The singing was wonderful. The bass-baritone (Douglas Williams) could in fact
have supported the singing without all those instruments, and you
don’t often hear flexible ornamentation like what we got last
night from both tenors (Aaron Sheehan & Zachary Wilder).

Zefiro Torno has been the big hit on every concert
I’ve heard where it was on the program, and last night was no
exception. The jazzy continuo established by the plucked (or in
this case strummed) strings at the beginning anchored all the
vocal fireworks.

Thursday at the Boston Early Music Festival

Recorder Masterclass with Paul Leenhouts

The first player at this class was a conservatory-level student
named Joe, who played the Telemann Fantasia in C major. This is a
very complicated piece, and Joe not only played well but had the
flexibility to take direction from Paul well, so we got to hear
a lot of different possible ways to play the piece.

One discussion of interest was how to play the echoes. The
easiest method to pull off was to just turn around and play the
echo phrase with the instrument pointing away from the
audience. Of course, this isn’t usable in all settings. Joe
made a face when someone suggested alternate fingerings, so Paul
made him play some and suggested he should practice them harder.

The next performer was a committed amateur from Illinois named
Jim, who played a Frescobaldi Canzona with his wife Ina at the
harpsichord. The first two points Paul made were:

  • The soprano Jim was using was an octave higher than
    Frescobaldi had envisioned the piece. Jim said he normally
    played it on tenor, but hadn’t wanted to pack the tenor from
    Illinois.
  • If he were playing a piece like that in concert, he would
    learn 3 or 4 of them, because otherwise it wouldn’t be enough of
    the same thing. Jim said he usually played in church, and one
    was the right number for a prelude or postlude.

So then Paul moved on to the technical issues. He worked on
tuning and ornamentation and ensemble listening skills.

The last player was named Jean, and she played a Loeillet
sonata movement. Paul’s impression of her was that she’d have
more fun playing if she had more technical ability, so he showed
her how to practice breathing and long tones to improve her tone,
and how to practice the difficult finger passages.

Erin Headley & Anne-Marie Lasla,
violas da gamba,
Kristian Bezuidenhout, harpsichord and organ

This was the eleven PM concert. I went because although I’m
not normally a big fan of solo viol playing, Erin Headley has
provided some of the more memorable instances of it that I’ve ever
heard. I wasn’t disappointed in the playing; both the viols and
the keyboard were very good, and the music from the French Baroque
is beautiful and elegant.

Kristian Bezuidenhout’s constant head-bobbing is distracting,
but I got used to it. I especially enjoyed the
courant from the Couperin suite, as it was one of the
few fast, danceable things on the program.

The person I was sitting next to remarked at the end, “They
should maybe play livelier music on these late concerts.” I
couldn’t disagree with that — even in the Follia at the end I was
having trouble keeping my eyes open. But I also couldn’t disagree
with the friend I rode home with on the train, who had been to all
three of the official concerts, at 5, 8, and 11, and said
“Glorious music for 7 hours; I didn’t want it to end.”

Notes from the exhibition

After the masterclass I spent an hour or so at the exhibition.

I dropped off three recorders with their makers, so that they
could be looked at.

Then I checked out the Early Music Shop to see if they had more
brass instruments than I’d seen. They did have a Moeck cornetto
diritto. The Moeck cornettos don’t have a very good reputation
in the cornetto community, and nothing I managed to get out of
this one should modify that. But it is an easier stretch than
you’d expect for a cornetto that size.

The rumor was that Frank Hubbard and maybe some other keyboard
makers were exhibiting at one of the churches instead of paying
the exhorbitant rentals for a room at the Raddison (see yesterday’s
post
for a discussion of how empty the ninth floor was).
But I needed to get to the exhibition to unload the instruments,
so I couldn’t stop and check it out.

Then I saw a friend buying an alto recorder from Tom Prescott. She
was vascillating between two instruments of the same model.
They both sounded like good instruments to me, and the flute
maker at the next booth wasn’t sure which was better, either.
So then Tom Zajac, my friends recorder teacher, walked by and he
told her which one he preferred, so she took that one. He
admitted that he was heavily influenced by the pretty wood grain
pattern — they were, as you’d expect, very similar in sound.

So then three of us went off and had supper, which we all needed
because we hadn’t really eaten lunch. They see each other all
the time, but I hadn’t seen either of them recently, so it was
good to catch up.

So how’s business?

The board doesn’t share their numbers with me, but here are my
observations:

  • The viols supported Erin Headley even worse than the
    recorder players supported Paul Leenhouts, so the downstairs in
    Jordan Hall might have been half full.
  • I’m told the audience at the 8 PM concert of the BEMF
    Chamber Ensemble was respectable — not sold out, but no large
    sections unoccupied.
  • My impression is that the exhibition is about as well
    attended as usual — of course the large crowds come on
    Saturday, so I’ll let you know more about that later. The
    recorder maker who sold my friend her instrument seemed also to
    be closing another sale at the same time, so he seems to be
    doing well.
  • The recorder masterclass was not as well attended as it has
    been in previous years, but they’ve usually had it on Saturday.