Sunday Salon 6-9-13

Time: 7:30 a.m. Sunday.

Place: At my computer, where else?

Eating: Lemon yogurt!

Drinking: Coffee.

Reading: Much to my surprise, I’m actually ahead of last year’s pace in completing books. That the ones I’ve read have mostly been short isn’t going to get in the way of my count. Inspired by the films I watched this week (see below), I’ve started Eddie Muller’s book Dark City: The Lost World of Film Noir. The exhibition catalog Out of Character: Decoding Chinese Calligraphy is still in progress.

Watching: I have to confess to having watched Blazing Saddles again, for perhaps the tenth time – it still makes me laugh, and occasionally makes me cringe, after all these years! Otherwise my viewing was limited to a couple of Turner Classic Movies films on Friday night, both introduced by Eddie Muller (see above). The first film version of The Maltese Falcon, from 1931, was fair to good. The basic outlines of Dashiell Hammett’s story were there in much the same form as the much more famous 1941 film. Being pre-Code, this earlier rendition had a little more suggestiveness. But Ricardo Cortez, while having his own sort of charisma, isn’t quite Humphrey Bogart (a difficult standard to live up to, I know). Following that was City Streets, another early (also 1931) crime drama. It was actually quite good, due to some creative directorial touches by Rouben Mamoulian, and the always-provocative presence of Sylvia Sidney. I may have to write something about her soon. As a dedicated WKRP in Cincinnati fan in years past, I knew of Sidney as one of the actresses that played the owner of the station and mom to station manager Arthur Carlson, the “Big Guy.” But at that point, thirty years ago, I had no idea that she was one of the most distinctive actresses of the 1930s. More to come.
Sylvia Sidney
Listening: Once again, aside from a few short odds and ends, not much music in my life just now. That will change someday, I’m sure.

Blogging: A while back I had come across a photo of China expert Paul Pelliot examining manuscripts by candlelight in the so-called Library Cave at Dunhuang, the site of some of the most amazing paintings in the world. At first I was just going to post the photo without comment, but then decided to give some of its background. That was my major blog post for this week, along with a couple of photos of Dunhuang paintings (here and here).

Promoting: My recommendation for the day goes to one of the best blogs I know of, Messy Nessy Chic, where you’ll find all sorts of fascinating and wonderful things. Their features “13 Things I Found on the Internet Today” and “Preserved Moments of Historical Sass” are the best!

Hating: That Nelson Mandela is ill and back in the hospital.

Appreciating: I would greatly appreciate some advice from you, gentle readers. As I look at the stuff I blog about, which can range from historical anecdotes to Buddhism to 1930s films to book reviews to paintings to modern classical music, I can’t help but wonder if I should break these disparate subjects up into different blogs, or at least different pages within the one blog? My interests are a little idiosyncratic, I admit – I usually write about whatever I happen to find interesting at any particular moment – and I fear that some folks who would be interested in, say, my historical vignettes, might not want to read about film noir or Buddhist symbolism or Giotto. In general, when you read blogs, do you prefer they stick to one subject or area of interest, or do you mind if they range far afield?

Wanting: More sleep!

Anticipating: San Francisco awaits in a few weeks, and along with the art exhibitions I mentioned last week, I might take in some of the San Francisco Ethnic Dance Festival. And I may even turn tourist for a while and wander around Chinatown (which might not seem that interesting, but in all the times I’ve been to San Francisco, I’ve only visited Chinatown once).

“Mongo not know. Mongo only pawn in game of life.” (Blazing Saddles)

Paul Pelliot at Dunhuang

Paul Pelliot at DunhuangPaul Pelliot studying manuscripts by candlelight in the Library Cave at the Mogao Caves near Dunhuang, China. Photo taken 1908.

At first, I was going to post this photo by itself, with no commentary, simply because it’s so evocative – a lonely scholar sitting in a cave, examining mysterious piles of manuscripts by candlelight. But the story behind this photo is so interesting that I thought I would share some of it.

Dunhuang and its nearby Mogao Caves, the “Caves of a Thousand Buddhas,” comprise one of the world’s great artistic monuments. Named a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1987, the Mogao Caves were occupied for around a thousand years, from the fourth to fourteenth centuries CE, and include hundreds of elaborately painted caves aDunhuang Cave 285bnd shrines. They were abandoned and largely forgotten until the early twentieth century.

Paul Pelliot (1878-1945) was the second Westerner to investigate the Mogao Caves. Pelliot, a famous French Sinologist, bibliographer, and explorer, was French military attaché in Beijing during World War I, and later served as a professor at the École française d’Extrême Orient in Hanoi and the Collège de France. He even received the Légion d’honneur for his bravery during the Boxer Rebellion. His thorough knowledge of his specialty – the history and languages of China and of south and central Asia – and impatience with what he saw as the slipshod work of other scholars led him to be dubbed “the Policeman of Sinology”

His 1906 expedition from Paris to China heading an archaeological mission took him through central Asia via the Trans-Caspian Railway, traveling through places like Samarkand and Tashkent and into northern China. Pelliot spoke fluent Chinese as well as about a dozen other languages, so communication was rarely a problem. At one point he heard about a cache of manuscripts that had been discovered near the old Silk Road oasis of Dunhuang. Arriving in March 1908, three months after Sir Marc Aurel Stein (1862-1943) had been there (Stein wrote about his visit in his 1912 book Ruins of Desert Cathay), Pelliot spent weeks going through literally thousands of ancient texts, art works, and other items at the Mogao Caves, which are located about fifteen miles southeast of Dunhuang. Most of the texts were stored in Cave No. 17, now known as the Library Cave, which had been walled up and forgotten since the eleventh century (why it was sealed up, no one knows). The texts were in Chinese, Tibetan, and other Central Asian languages, and dated from as early as the fourth and fifth centuries CE. Many of those texts were sold to Stein, Pelliot, and subsequent explorers by Wang Yuanlu (c.1849-1931), the Taoist monk that had rediscovered and long guarded the caves. Some of those manuscripts were later returned to China, but others became part of the collection at the British Museum, as well as a portion of the Collection Pelliot at the Musée Guimet in Paris. Read more

Sunday Salon 6-2-13

Time: 8:30 a.m. Sunday.

Place: In the living room with my laptop computer, which after two hard drive failures and replacements in the last two months seems actually to be working.

Eating: A piece of toast (yes, my life is full of excitement).

Drinking: Coffee.

Reading: While I haven’t yet implemented its suggestions, I finished reading Pema Chödrön’s new book How to Meditate, and found it very worthwhile. I’m still inching along in the exhibition catalog Out of Character: Decoding Chinese Calligraphy. It’s very interesting, but the parade of unfamiliar Chinese names and artistic figures makes for slow reading. Otherwise, though, I’m at that happy moment when I get to choose what to read next. The fateful choice may come later today.

Watching: The only film I watched in the past week was Libeled Lady (1936), which happily turned up on Turner Classic Movies last night – a classic and wonderful film, with smart writing, a wittily convoluted plot, and that lively rhythm that makes screwball comedies so much fun. And how can one top a cast that features William Powell, Myrna Loy, Spencer Tracy, and Jean Harlow? One can’t!

Listening: Absolutely none. For someone who has made his living in quasi-musical fields (orchestra managing, teaching, radio) for over thirty years now, I sure don’t listen to much music, or find that much pleasure in it when I do. At some point, though, one or more of my hundreds of CDs will call out to me, I’m sure.

Making: I’ve made a mess of my living room – does that count?

Blogging: I posted my essay on Buddhism’s Eight Auspicious Signs this week, which IMHO turned out fairly well. I’ve got a post on the China expert Paul Pelliot in the works, which should turn up in the next couple of days.

Promoting: This very interesting post by David Kalat on the Movie Morlocks blog talks about how he goes about creating a DVD commentary track. I’ve heard a few of his commentaries; the guy knows his stuff.

Hating: This story out of Tibet, an absolute outrage.

Appreciating: A nice, quiet Sunday morning during which I can leave my front door open without hearing loud music or cars endlessly warming up.

Wanting: I have no particular wants at this moment. What kind of bad consumer am I? How un-American of me!

Anticipating: Still looking at a possible trip to San Francisco in a few weeks, to take in several art exhibitions (Japanese Art at the Asian Art Museum, 100 Years of the Spiritual in Modern Art at the Contemporary Jewish Museum/SFMOMA, Richard Diebenkorn at the de Young, and Impressionists on the Water at the Legion of Honor, among others).

The thrills never stop, as I go to prepare another piece of toast.