A Tunes, for beginner violinists

Elaine Fine has a book of violin pieces out from Mel Bay, A Tunes: Capricious Pieces for Beginner Violinists:

Incorporating skills taught in many popular violin methods, these tuneful solo pieces offer a fresh alternative for teachers who would like a stimulating supplement to their usual method. These entertaining and whimsical compositions reinforce and develop violin skills through repetition disguised as lyrical musical phrases. They strengthen the left hand, exercise the fourth finger, and use rests in musically compelling ways that keep the student attentive.

The description continues on the Mel Bay website.

Elaine has written two blog posts — 1, 2 — about how she came to write these pieces.

As a teenager I was baffled by a Mel Bay book of chord progressions for guitar. It was like trying to read cuneiform. And now here I am, married to a Mel Bay author. Life has surprises.

“The Vermeers”

Albertine has been to Amsterdam.

Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah, trans. John Sturrock (New York: Penguin, 2005).

Albertine, alas, thinks that the Vermeers are people. Or at least the narrator thinks that Albertine thinks, &c.

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All OCA Proust posts (Pinboard)

“As seen in Wal-Mart”

A customer, in her fifties at least, no mask, wearing a sweatshirt with this motto:

I’M JUST WTF-ING MY WAY THROUGH LIFE

You said it, lady.

How to improve writing (no. 91)

Sometimes when I look at an old post, say, this one, a review of Benjamin Dreyer’s Dreyer’s English, I wonder how I could have missed what now seems so obvious.

My original sentence:

It’s ready for the next stage in the publication process.

“The publication process,” like “the writing process,” is a ponderous, empty phrase. Newly revised:

It’s ready for the next step toward publication.

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All OCA “How to improve writing” posts (Pinboard)

[This post is no. 91 in a series dedicated to improving stray bits of public prose, including my own. The writing process has no necessary end.]

“Commensurate”?

“If they lose a Democrat, they need a commensurate Republican”: Brian Williams, speaking of the Senate, on The 11th Hour just now.

Meaning: they need a Republican, any Republican. But if there’s a more pompous way to say it, Brian Williams will find it.

Other things Brian Williams has said
False drama : A secret whiteboard : A seven-inch business card : A Great Migration

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#Sedition3PTruck Now there’s a resolution of condemnation in the Illinois House.

“Effeminate”?

“He was a skinny high school student who had asthma, a high-pitched voice and effeminate mannerisms”: it’s a good story, in The New York Times.

But isn’t characterizing someone’s way of being as “effeminate” part of the problem to begin with?

“A blue-grey bracelet of jetsam”

West London, the early 1960s. A boy who will grow up to write a book about sardines has a first encounter with the small oily fish:

For a six–year-old, tinned sardines in oil squashed onto two slices of toasted white bread were a complete meal. In contrast to any other canned food we ate, they were savoury, not sweet. By the time they arrived on the plate they had been crushed almost beyond recognition. Nevertheless, I was still curious enough to conduct a post-mortem, teasing out the grey flesh and seeking to discover with the patches of varying colour and texture might be in the living fish. The piece I usually extracted was the backbone. The other bones would melt away to the bite, but the backbone would stubbornly maintain its gritty texture. I'd heft it to the side of the plate — a blue-grey bracelet of jetsam on the plate’s shoreline.

Trevor Day, Sardine (London: Reaktion, 2018).

“A blue-grey bracelet of jetsam on the plate’s shoreline”: in its elegance and strangeness, that metaphor is downright Proustian.

Related reading
All OCA sardine posts (Pinboard) : “Sardines are opportunistic” (Also from this book)

Life and arts

Charles Swann is dying. He speaks to the narrator in a private moment at (yet another) soirée.

Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah, trans. John Sturrock (New York: Penguin, 2005).

A hundred-odd pages into this volume, filled with social jabs and slights, I find Swann’s plainspoken emotion deeply moving. O unnamed narrator, likely named Marcel, you are learning a lot.

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All OCA Proust posts (Pinboard)

Where have all the Chessmen gone?

On a lighter note this grey morning: I’ve written to Pepperidge Farm about the disappearance of chess imagery from its Chessmen cookies. No, it’s not so-called cancel culture; the name still ends in -men. But there’s not a chess piece in the package. Here’s what I’ve written:

I’m a big fan of Pepperidge Farm products and have been for years. I remember PF cookies back when the packaging featured old-timey engravings on the side. My question: why do Chessmen cookies now have no chess pieces depicted? I see a sun, a house, a plant, and a watering can. The cookies taste just fine, but where did the chess pieces go? And how can the cookies still be Chessmen?

These questions are idle, but they’re also genuine. Thanks for your reply.

I hope to share a reply. But if they just send coupons, I’ll keep them for myself.

Later today: I noticed the words “Seasonal Prints” in the bottom right corner of the package. “Would you call that fine print?” I asked Elaine. “No.”

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A handful of Pepperidge Farm posts