Tag Archives: Washington Irving

Monday Odds and Ends

Is it really the last week of September? Really?

Sorry to step away last week — deadlines and Life Away From The Internets were both calling. But lots of interesting little things going on.

First, the geothermal system is up and running. We turned it on last week, it fired up immediately, and with the quirky weather we’ve been having — cold and windy one day, warm and rainy the next — we’ve had a chance to try out both the heating and the air conditioning. For what I am guessing is the first time in the life of the house, there’s a constant temperature, and low humidity, in every room, and we’re listening for creaks and groans as the floors and walls finally adjust to the change in temperature. We’re in the process now of getting the house back in order, moving everything back into the attic and basement storage spaces that we had to clear out to make way for retro-fitting the duct work. Slow going, but we’re getting there. I’m hoping to have my new basement office up and running by . . . well, maybe the end of October, if I’m lucky.
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Over on the blog of Agent Jonathan Lyons, Agent J is hosting his first ever trivia contest on October 1. Go play. And if you’re one of the three lucky winners, you can choose from one of three prizes: a query critique and evaluation of your first five pages, an evaluation of your first thirty pages, or a free book from one of his clients. Like me. Or Jaye. Or David. Or Edward. Well, you get the idea. Have fun.
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So, didja see this story last week? About the Bernalillo County (New Mexico) Republican Chairman putting his foot in it and declaring that “Hispanics consider themselves above blacks” and won’t vote for Democratic presidential nominee Barack Obama? Here’s the story from the Albuquerque Journal, “GOP Official’s Comments Ignite Calls for His Removal”.

I bring this to your attention because that’s my Mom (who I blogged about back here), checking in on the matter:

Elaine Miller, a vice chairwoman of the Bernalillo County Republican Party, said C de Baca is scheduled to meet this morning with members of the county party’s executive board.

Stepping down “would be in his best interest, so we could get it behind us. So it doesn’t affect the election,” said Miller, who under party rules would become county chairwoman if C de Baca leaves.

Well, the chairman did step down, but my Mom — rather than move up as chairwoman, as the rules provide — agreed, in the name of party unity, to unanimously support the appointment of a new chairman. It was a generous, decidedly unselfish move, and I’m really proud of my mom.
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Over on her blog, Josephine Damian is talking about Internet addiction with her usual candor and aplomb. Are the Internets a blessing or a distraction? Opinions differ — but go see what she has to say, and let her know what you think. She’s right here.
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Finally, I meant to announce this earlier, but I’ve been asked by the Goshen Historical Preservation Society to speak about Washington Irving at their meeting on October 16. The meeting is at 7:30 at the Church of Nazarene in Goshen. If you’re in the area, come on by. I’m pretty sure it’s free — but I’ll put up more information when I get it.

Jolly Old St. Nicholas

I got a typically pleasant note from my editor the other day informing me that Washington Irving got a nice mention in The Weathercock, the newsletter from the 175-year-old St. Nicholas Society of New York.

The piece is more of a summary of Irving’s life than an actual review, though the reviewer notes warmly that in Irving, “one sees distinctly the lineaments of the quintessential and archetypal Saint Nicholas Society member.” Given that the Society wanted to burn me in effigy for neglecting to give them a specific shout out in WI,* it’s a nice little piece. I’ll take it.

The St. Nicholas Society of New York’s home page is right here. And my thanks to them for the very kind mention.

* I’m kidding. But only a little.

Roasted!

I’ve stepped away from Literary Conceits today to take a seat on the dais over at Book Roast, where they’re giving me a Sinatra-esque basting, but without tuxedos or the drinks. So bring your own.

The rules are simple: I’ve selected a short excerpt from the book (and given that two of the books featured this week were The Debs and Tan Lines, I decided to go with a bit of Irvingesque romance), which you will read, and then answer three questions, provided by my host and roastmaster Stephen Parrish.

I’ll be punching in from time to time to see what you’ve got to say, and to take an occassional poke back. And if I think you’re the funniest, cleverest, or smartest person in Puppetland, you’ll win an inscribed copy of Washington Irving: An American Original. I have a copy here on my desk, all ready to go, and I reeeeeally hope the winner’s name is Mike Tibbits, because that’s the name that’s already inscribed in the front of the book.*

What are you waiting for? Click here to join in on the fun.

A special thanks to Stephen Parrish for serving as my host and roastmaster. Stephen’s a good chap, not to mention a funny guy, so I won’t mention it. Stephen’s top-notch blog is right here.

* No, not really. It’s a brand new book, I promise.

Monday Afternoon Musings

Whoops, sorry once again to have been away so long. We were in Austin for several days, to pick up Madi, who was coming in from Phoenix so we could whoosh her back to Maryland.

For my airplane reading, I picked up Eric Clapton’s autobiography, which turned out to be a surprisingly good read. I mean, where else are you going to see someone so casually toss off a line like, “Backstage, John [Lennon] and I did so much blow that he threw up, and I had to lie down for a while.” Killer.

Hammers are still flying here at home as our Trusty HVAC Team continues its work to bring modrun conveniences to our Old School home. Next up is running water and flushing toilets. Ha ha! I keed! But only slightly.

Know what bugs me? Professionals in the Olympics. I saw a photo in the Washington Post of the Williams sisters celebrating their gold medal in women’s tennis, and my heart failed to swell with cries of USA! USA! Instead, I just thought, “meh.” They’re professionals, after all — of course they’re beating everyone. Same goes for the men’s and women’s basketball teams. I know, I know — being competitive and all that. But I still don’t like it.

Lately I’ve been corresponding with Michael Black, one of our premiere Irving scholars, and having a a generally terrific time. We’ve got our differences of opinion on Irving, his works, and biographies in general, but what a pleasure it is to converse with a true giant in the field of Irvingiana. We’ve each extended mutual invitations for dinner and discussion, and I’m truly hoping we’ll have an opportunity continue our conversations either in New York or Maryland one of these days.

Back tomorrow, I promise.

Famous Writers and Their Workspaces

Several readers have sent me a heads up on this feature in The New York Times, on artist Elena Climenta’s mural for New York University’s Languages and Literature building. Even casual readers know this (work spaces) is one of my favorite topics — and in this case, it’s particularly appropriate, given that Washington Irving’s study at Sunnyside is featured in one of the mural’s panels.

You can view a slide show on the piece right here. Sunnyside is the first slide featured.

Have a good weekend!

Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer

This morning I had the pleasure of going to the post office to send an inscribed copy of Washington Irving to a former U.S. Ambassador to Spain, who was thrilled to learn I had written about his illustrious predecessor. I’m always pleased when Irving gets recognition beyond his literary accomplishments, and it’s an honor to send my book to the ambassador.

Even closer to the home front, we’re in the process of having a geothermal heating and cooling system installed here at Chestnut Hill. Our house was built back in the late 1930s, well before the days of air conditioning, so we’ve spent our last few summers improvising ways to keep the house cool. We settled on window units for the bedrooms, which works well enough for sleeping at night, but the rest of the time . . . well, let’s just say we have an understanding of what life was like in the 19th century.

Heating was another matter. Our house was built for steam heat, meaning we have hot water running through radiators throughout the house, all heated by a boiler in the basement that burns heating fuel. When we moved in five years ago, the boiler in the basement was the original, a half-ton monstrosity that looked like it could power the Titanic. Since then, we’ve replaced the boiler with a new, more efficient model, and it all works well enough . . . but with fuel prices going through the ceiling, we’ve been working hard to get the heating fuel monkey off our backs.

We decided on a geothermal system, as opposed to a traditional heat pump, because we wanted to get a system that was not only more efficient, but better for the planet. Unlike a traditional heating/cooling system — which sucks in hot air which it then cools down to blow as air conditioning in your house during the summer, and cold air, which it then heats up to blow as heat in the winter — a geothermal system takes air from the rock-steady 60-degreeish temperature of the earth and converts it into air conditioning or heat.

So this week, the hammers are flying, saws are rasping, and drills are, er, drilling as our crew of HVAC fellows retrofit our 1930s stone farmhouse with ducts, vents, blowers and returns, squeezing ducts into tight corners of our crawl space, and fitting vents into thick horsehair-plaster walls. Next week, the drilling crew comes to drill two 350-foot wells in our back yard, from which a pipe will run, carrying a water/alcohol solution over to the AC/heating unit, which will then be blown into the house to provide the correct amount of heating or cooling.

I know. I don’t understand how it works either.

Atomic Batteries to Power…Turbines to Speed…

. . . and over we go to the Hudson Valley Blog, where I’m very pleased to have them reprinting my “Antient and Renowned City of Gotham” piece from early last week.

Even if you read it here, swing by HHV and have a look by clicking here.

While you’re there, poke around on their website and learn about some of the terrific historic properties they own and manage. You’ll be so impressed you’ll want to suppport their organization right then and there.

He Sings! He Dances!

This only just came to my attention: the New York Society Library has posted video of the talk I gave on April 19 for National Library Week. So if the audio itself isn’t enough, and you wanna feel like you were really there, you can check out the video right here. I’ll also hardlink it over in the right-hand column, in case you feel the urge to watch it over and over again…

"The Renowned and Antient City of Gotham"

Batman fans owe a debt of gratitude to Washington Irving. Why? Two words: Gotham City.

In 1806, 23-year-old Washington Irving was New York City’s worst attorney. Bored with his legal practice — he would allegedly abandon the only client he ever had — Irving persuaded a close friend, James Kirke Paulding, to join him in launching a literary project. The object of this self-published effort, as Paulding would put it, “was to ridicule the follies and foibles of the fashionable world.”

The result of this collaboration, the satirical magazine Salmagundi (a 19th century dish equivalent to today’s chef’s salad), made its first appearance on January 24, 1807 — and it was an immediate smash. Writing under a variety of disguises — Will Wizard, Anthony Evergreen, Pindar Cockloft, Mustapha Rub-A-Dub Keli Khan — Irving and Paulding poked fun at New York fashion, politics, society, and culture. More than anything, it was a 19th century Mad magazine, and at the time, no one had seen anything quite like it.

Despite its popularity at the time, Salmagundi might be a mere literary footnote, a blip in Irving’s writing career, had Irving not inadvertently created a brand name in its seventeenth issue.

Appearing in the November 11, 1807 issue was a piece by Irving describing a (fictional) library full of rare and out-of print books. Among those books was one particular volume—”a literary curiosity”—from which Irving now reprinted a chapter for his readers:

CHAP CIX.
OF THE CHRONICLES OF THE RENOWNED
AND ANTIENT CITY OF GOTHAM

Over the next few pages, in a mock history of New York, Irving related how the “thrice renowned and delectable city of GOTHAM did suffer great discomfiture, and was reduced to perilous extremity.” “The antient and venerable city of Gotham,” Irving continued, “was, peradventure, possessed of mighty treasures, and did, moreover, abound with all manner of fish and flesh, and eatables and drinkables, and such like delightsome and wholesome excellencies withal.”

While the word “Gotham” had appeared in the pages of Salmagundi before—Paulding had made a passing reference to a musician, “a gentleman amateur in Gotham” as far back as issue two—Irving was the first to explicitly attach the name to New York, and to refer to its citizens as “Gothamites.”

The word, which in Anglo-Saxon means “Goat’s Town,” came from a real English town in Nottinghamshire, near Sherwood Forest. According to English fable, the King’s Highway would be built wherever the king set foot—and if the king walked through your town, you were sunk, for the throne would then perform a royal taking and construct a highway right down Main Street. To prevent King John from entering Gotham, its citizens — displaying a NIMBY mentality remarkable for the 13th century — pretended to be crazy, behaving so oddly that snickering scouts advised the king to steer clear of the town. “More fools pass through Gotham than remain in it,” the English said, and New York readers grinned in appreciation. The name stuck.

So, there you go. Two hundred years later, Bill Finger and Bob Kane poached Irving’s nickname and grafted it onto their own dark and highly-stylized vision of New York City. In a way, that makes Irving — who created his own iconic American heroes in his own time — one of the grandfathers of the Batman legacy. And Washington Irving — that great lover of pulp novels and secret identities — would probably be pretty proud of that.

Hey You! Don’t Watch Dat! Watch Dis!

I’m guest blogging over at Historic Hudson Valley’s HVBlog today, celebrating the 189th anniversary of the birth of the American bestseller . . . Washington Irving’s The Sketch Book.

You can read all about it right here. I’ll see you over there.