Hotel du Lac

I’m halfway finished reading Hotel du Lac by Anita Brookner. Yesterday I watched the film based on the book. The story is somewhat sad and unresolved. Now I’m not sure that I want to finish the book.

Hotel du Lac is the story of Edith Hope (that last name tells it all) who is having an affair with a married man, David. One day Edith shows up at a party and finds David there with his wife. Edith watches the couple who seem to be very affectionate. They’re talking about their vacation plans. Crushed, Edith decides to accept the marriage proposal of a decent but boring man. However, on the way to her wedding, she freaks out. As she’s about to pass in front of the church where everyone is waiting for her, she realizes she can’t marry the decent but boring guy so she tells the cab driver not to stop and to keep on driving. Her wanna be husband sees her drive by and is humiliated.  Her friends, scandalized by Edith’s behavior, insist that she leave town for a while. Edith, not feeling that she has much of a choice, leaves for Switzerland to stay at a fading hotel on Lake Geneva. It is off-season and the few guests there seem to be just as displaced as Edith is.

The format that Brookner generally uses in her novels is that of having the protagonist, a lonely spinster, look for a place to safely anchor. But is marriage a solution? Many of the hotel guests at Hotel du Lac are married or have been married. But the kind of relationships they’ve had with their mates makes me think of an Italian expression “meglio soli che mal accompagnati”—better alone than badly accompanied. Mrs. Pursley, now widowed, is suffocating her daughter’s independence just to keep from being alone. Mme de Bonneuil, also widowed, has been evicted from her home by her son and daughter-in-law because they can’t be bothered with an elderly woman. Monica is very beautiful but hasn’t produced an heir. Her husband tells her to become fertile or prepare to be dumped. Mr. Neville is charming and rich but that didn’t keep his wife from running off with a much younger man.

A basic insecurity shared by Anita’s protagonists is that a woman can’t be happy on her own. But marriage doesn’t necessarily protect you from solitude. A relationship is no promise of a happy life.

It wasn’t until she was 53 that she began writing novels. Anita’s prose is clean-cut and crisp. She also has the capacity to observe people with forensic accuracy. Afterall, she was an art historian and wrote about art. And to write about art, you must be good at describing.

In her novels, Anita often makes references to art. In Hotel du Lac, David is seen in his auction room selling a painting attributed to Francesco Furini, “Time Revealing Truth.” When I saw Furini’s name, I flashed back to the first time I saw one of his paintings. It was “Santa Lucia” at the Galleria Spada in Rome. The painting shows a woman with her back turned from the viewer. She is holding up a pair of eyes.

“Santa Lucia” by Francesco Furini

Lucia of Syracuse died during the Diocletianic persecution. And it was basically the fault of her beauty and of her family’s wealth. After the death of her father, Lucia’s mom, Eutychia, wanted to make sure that her daughter would be taken care of in the future so she arranged a marriage between Lucia and a young man from a wealthy pagan family. But unknown to her, Lucia had already consecrated her virginity to God and had no intentions of marrying.

When Eutychia suffered from a bleeding disorder, Lucia took her to Catania to pray at the shrine of St. Agatha. Once her mom was cured, Licia convinced her to convert and distribute their wealth among the poor. But Lucia’s suitor was afraid that all his fiancée’s patrimony would be given away with nothing left for him. So he squealed to the governor that Lucia was a Christian. The governor ordered Lucia to make an offering to the governor and, when she refused, he sentenced her to be defiled at a brothel. The guards came to take Lucia away but they were unable to move her. They even tried to set her on fire but she wouldn’t burn. Finally, they thrusted a sword into her throat and Lucia died.

Lucia is known as the saint without the eyes. It’s not known if she poked them out herself so her suitor wouldn’t want her anymore or because, before her death, she was tortured by eye gouging. But when Lucia’s body was taken to the family tomb, it was discovered that her eyes had been miraculously restored. And for this she is now considered the patron saint of the blind.

Lucia’s relics were scattered around—Venice, Sicily, Rome, etc. In 1981, thieves stole her bones from San Geremia in Venice but the relics were recovered in time for her feast day, December 13.

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Hotel du Lac, the book on Archive.org

Hotel du Lac, the film on YouTube

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A Life of Lacunae

It’s 9 a.m. and the cicadas are having a loud and lively jam session. It is understandable. They spend the first 17 years of their life underground then come out to mate. It’s the males that make all the noise hoping to attract a female. The hotter the day, the louder the sound. If the female likes the noise being made, she will make clicking sounds with her wings indicating that she’s available. Once an attraction is established, the cicadas mate, lay their eggs, then die.

I’m sitting on the terrace where I’ve just finished reading Anita Brookner’s A Start in Life. I wanted to reflect on the book but the sound of the cicadas distracted me. So my thoughts about the book and about the cicadas got jumbled together.

Anita Brookner (1928-2016) was born in London but her father was a Polish-Jew immigrant whose family name “Bruckner” was changed to “Brookner” because of Britain’s anti-German sentiments. Her mother was a concert singer who gave up her career to marry and was never happy again. Her parents were always busy orbiting around themselves having no time for their daughter. So Anita grew up feeling that her parents were always in another room.

As fiction gives you the chance to inhabit a life not your own, Anita read books to keep her company. Nevertheless, Anita would later say that she was one of the loneliest women in London.

Anita studied art history. And while working on her doctorate at Courtauld Institute of Art, she studied under the guidance of art historian and spy, Anthony Blunt. Her career progressed and she wrote several books on art. Thanks to Blunt, she eventually began teaching at the Courtauld. Anita was very grateful to Blunt and often had cocktails with him at his apartment at the Institute. But this was obviously not enough to make her feel complete.

In 1979, Blunt was publicly exposed as a Soviet spy by Margaret Thatcher. So Queen Elizabeth stripped him of his knighthood. Who knows how this affected Anita but shortly afterwards, she stopped writing about art history and began writing fiction. Her first novel, A Start in Life (1981), autobiographical, was written when she was 53.

In an autobiographical novel, you can write about yourself as if you’re someone else. Anita says she started writing because of a terrible feeling of helplessness. Writing about her life made her feel as if she had more control over it.

A Start in Life gets its title from an obscure novel by Balzac, Un Début dans la vie (1842), a study on vanity and its consequences. Anita wrote her book in a moment of sadness and desperation. She felt she was losing control and thought maybe by writing her story, by giving her life the proper narrative, she could get a feeling of control. Anita said writing the novel was an exercise in self-analysis. Although writing is a very lonely activity, it can make you more observant.

The protagonist, Ruth Weiss, “at 40 knew that her life had been ruined by literature.” She lived much of her life in books and not in the outside world.

Ruth’s life is basically a description of Anita’s—parents who had no business having children as they themselves refused to grow up. Her DIY childhood led to much insecurity. Ruth studies, gets a scholarship to study in France but cannot complete her studies there as her parents have crumbled and want her home to care for them. Ruth is thus forced to leave Paris and go back to the life that she wanted to escape. Back in London, she molds her life around the needs of her parents trying to patch up the holes in her beige and boring life by writing and teaching.

After the publication of A Start in Life, Anita continued to write novels publishing one every year. She’s been criticized as being too repetitive, that all her novels seem to focus on unhappy spinsters who are lonely and have the knack of falling for unsuitable men. Because what had started out as an autobiographical novel became a universal theme—how we displace ourselves just hoping to fit in somewhere.

Why is it that some people feel more comfortable with their lives than others? Why is it that some people are better at conforming than others? Why is it that some people have difficulty being the protagonist of their own life? Because in A Start in Life, we are given the impression that some people’s lives are determined for them as opposed to by them.

Like Ruth, Anita cared for her parents until their death. She never married to create a family of her own. Anita died at the age of 87. Childless, she didn’t ha someone to help her as she had helped her parents.

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Related: Anita Brookner Interview with Maggie Gee 1984 + Why and How to Read: Anita Brookner + Anita Brookner obituary + Julian Barnes remembers his friend Anita Brookner: ‘There was no one remotely like her’ + Anita Brookner, The Art of Fiction No. 98 + In Praise of Anita Brookner + Anita Brookner’s Undue Influence + The Brooknerian Blog about Anita Brookner +

Anthony Blunt, Spy who came in from the Courtauld + A KGB Spy Worked in Buckingham Palace For Decades. The Crown Only Tells Part of the Story +

Robert Adam and N. 20 Portman House (original home of the Courtauld)

A START IN LIFE on Archive HERE

Billions and Billions of Periodical Cicadas +

Bibliography:

Malcolm, Cheryl Alexander. Understanding Anita Brookner. University of South Carolina Press. Columbia, South Carolina. 2002.

Sadler, Lynn Veach. Anita Brookner. Twayne Publisher. Boston. 1990.

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Takis Varvitsiotis, poet                            

Today I am a wanderer. I am wandering around my books, my plants, my unfinished projects. While wandering I came across a book of Greek poetry (with translation of course) that I bought in Athens 30 years ago. Only a few poems had been read maybe because, although I love the idea of poetry, I often find its meaning too hermetically sealed for me.

It’s 9 o’clock and my morning is slipping away. Before it’s gone, I’ve decided to look at the poems of Takis Varvitsiotis (1916-2011). Varvitsiotis was born in Thessaloniki where he studied law. But he preferred poetry. A Greek poet of the post-war generation, his first poetry collection “Sleeping Leaves” (“φύλλα ύπνου“) was published in 1949. Although I found little information on him, apparently he was highly translated into other languages and considered “a connoisseur of lyric art”.

I will not try to understand his poetry. But I will copy lines from three different poems that created nice images in my head.

“Down on earth the whirlwind swings the shadows.”
“a rosebay that makes all faces disappear”
“I touched your hand at the edge of the sea and the river spoke to me…”

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Related: POEM OF THE MONTH: “Postscript” by Takis Varvitsiotis +

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Sunbathers

It was a very hot day and the cats were spread out on the street like butter on hot bread.

drawing
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The Towel Movement

Thanks to the sun that gives my skin a golden color.

We first started coming to Paros, an island in the Aegean Sea, about 20 years ago. At the time, there was a more traditional Greek atmosphere compared to better known and more commercially developed islands. But over the years, that has dramatically changed. Paros has lost much of its charm due to greed.

Mykonos and Santorini, the two better known Aegean islands, have become excessively expensive and crowded so much tourism is being redirected towards Paros. And this has caused much discomfort for locals. One of the biggest problems is that of the beaches. In Greece, beaches cannot be privatized. However, the state can, at a cost, give permission to businesses for beach bars with sunbeds. But even then 50% of the beach must remain public.

Unfortunately, greed has taken over and unscrupulous businesses have taken over more of the beach that they are entitled to. As a result, the public beaches have been gobbled up by illegal sunbeds making it difficult to find a place to stay on the beach if you are not able or not willing to pay the exorbitant prices to rent a sunbed.

The locals now find it difficult to enjoy a day at the beach on their own island. Exasperated, a group of Parian residents organized The Towel Movement—a movement determined to reclaim the beaches that legally belong to the citizens and not to greedy businessmen

The group went to the city registry to obtain copies of beach bar permits and related “floor plans” to see how much space the bar was legally permitted to have. Most bars had greatly exceeded the space permitted. And since authorities weren’t doing anything to change the situation, residents got organized. For four Sundays in a row, they would arrive at a designated beach. Armed with beach towels, residents began occupying all the space they could. Imagine being a tourist who paid E60 for a sunbed only to find yourself surrounded by people laying out their towels ready to spend the rest of the day glued to your expensive sunbed. And the beach bar owner couldn’t do anything about it as his sunbeds were there illegally.

The Towel Movement has gotten much press encouraging residents from other islands with the same problem to do the same thing. Because as a result of this movement, many beach bars were fined and dismantled.

One reason why this exploitation was so rampant was, in part, due to lax oversight and bureaucratic delays by authorities. With all the publicity the movement has received, authorities were forced to wake up to take action.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if similar movements took off elsewhere and not just regarding beach bars? How many injustices is the normal citizen subjected to every day? How many times have we wanted to protest but without the pertinent skills to do so?

Beaches are ecosystems and, as such, should be respected.

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Related:  Greeks yearn for an Aegean islands escape, but even before this hellish summer we were being priced out + SAVE PAROS BEACHES Facebook page +  POPULAR holiday islands in Greece are facing a crackdown on sunbeds after the “Towel Movement” campaign has declared war +
As lounge chairs that rent for up to $130 pop up across the islands, local people have decided they won’t take it lying down + Greek locals go to war against expensive sunbeds on beaches +

The Power Of Grassroots Movement In Political Change: How Ordinary People Can Make a Difference +

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