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In the early 1930s Samuel Beckett took a position as lecturer in French at Univer-
sity College, Dublin, his alma mater. He did not enjoy the experience, and after
eighteen months resigned, departing from academic life for good.
One of Becketts students, Rachel Burrows, had the foresight to preserve
the notes she took of his lectures on the French novel and French drama. With-
out attempting to recreate what Burrows must have heard, Brigitte Le Juez uses
these notes to present an account of Becketts early opinions on Balzac, Stendhal,
Flaubert, Proust, Gide, and Racine.
Burrows was clearly one of Becketts better students, one of a handful who
actually enjoyed the course (in an interview late in life she recalls that most stu-
dents found him remote and uncommunicative). Most of the time she gets Beck-
etts meaning right, though now and again her editor has to correct her. Becketts
likes and dislikes come through clearly (he detested Balzac, for instance), but
readers who come to this book hoping to hear the authentic accents of the young
Beckett (who was only twenty-four at the time) will be disappointed. Burrows
found it enough to note down the main points of her lecturers argument; and this
condensation is not reproduced verbatim, but instead used by le Juez as the basis
for an exposition in her own words of what the lectures must have comprised.
The value of this book lies not in any contribution that Beckett may make
to our critical appreciation of these French masters, but in what one can detect, at
a considerable remove, of his own as yet only half-formed ambitions as a writer.
J. M. Coetzee
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Many readers find this work a moving biography in verse, and it is written by an
esteemed poet with the cachet of a distant descendant of Charles Darwin. Padel
is fascinated by the amazing couple, Emma and Charles, and builds many of
Charless sentences into her poems. The stanzas will please. Some, however, may
feel themselves driven to undergraduate pastiche:
Hes told her his discoveries: Darwin meanwhile was publishing his
shed love him to be right in everything. Journal of Researches later known as
Shes very afraid hes not. Voyage of the Beagle.
It fits, under the keel five fathom down.
O, for that lonesome spirit
Passing the South Pole, and not this.
Instead of reading products of the years Darwin industry, pick up any volume
of Darwin himself and open at random. The work is stunning. The man looked,
and thought: he was the most brilliant observer and reasoner (upon what he saw)
of all time. (His one rival is Aristotle.) Read Darwin himselfor else try the
arrowroot pudding from Mrs. Charles Darwins Recipe Book by Dusha Bateson and
Weslie Haneway (London: Glitterati, 2009), which could suggest to you what
ailed him. The cookbook reminds us that Darwin was above all a countryman
who loved the land and its denizens. So much in his work is about artificial selec-
tion, which means the skill of the breeders whom he knew. Their labors and
successes turned his inquiring mind to natural selection, the idea that was right
and changed the universe.
Ian Hacking
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The Story of Nicolas Bourbaki, the Genius Mathematician Who Never Existed
(New York: Basic Books, 2007), 256 pp.
The arcane techniques of literary criticism prosper little on soil outside the acad-
emy. They thrive in classrooms, particularly in seminars where the intricacies
of poetic device can be scrutinized and the more delicate points of irony and
recessed meaning can gently be brought to the surface. Imagine, then, a moment
in recent governmental history when a young man tutored in such skills (indeed,
within the very sanctumYaleof such techniques) had risen to a commanding
position at the Central Intelligence Agency. Imagine him constructing methods
over many decades whereby the movement of covert agents, turncoats, traitors,
and even triple-agents could be studied as if such an intricate design were itself
a kind of poem. Imagine the paranoia that at last enveloped him and profoundly
damaged the agency. This is the story of James Jesus Angleton, chief of counter-
intelligence at the CIA for two decades, from the early 1950s to 1974, as put forth
by Michael Holzman.
Holzman wants to believe that he, working in his own way as a detective,
has found the key to Angletons spectacular rise in the CIA and, later, his spiral-
ing downfall. Yale, in the persons of his teachersNorman Holmes Pearson and
Maynard Mack, among othershad trained Angleton never to give credence to
the surface of things but always to look for the buried tensions beneath. Appear-
ances were never to be trusted. According to Holzman, Angleton in the end took
such lessons too seriously and wound up convinced that all was seeming and all
seeming was suspect. This is an enticingly melodramatic way to look at Angleton
and the CIA, but can it be trusted? Can everything the CIA so ignobly did over
the decadesand Holzman names them: lists of Americans to be interned, the
attempted destruction of the alternative press, the assassination of Black Pan-
thers, the audits of ordinary citizens, and what Holzman calls the coup dtat
that replaced the Nixon governmentreally be traced back to one man and
his days in New Haven? Did Angleton indeed have such power? Did the New
Criticism have such a long reach? Was so little else involved? Holzman gives us
a hothouse world in which a singular personality appears to dominate events.
Perhaps he is right; but often those who study for an extended time the claustro-
phobic world of conspiratorial thinking have a way of emerging with their own
conspiratorial notions in hand.
William M. Chace
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Zhao Ziyan, Prisoner of the State: The Secret Journal of Premier Zhao Ziyan,
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trans. and ed. Bao Pu, Renee Chiang, and Adi Ignatius
(New York: Simon and Schuster, 2009), 336 pp.
The Iraq Museum was wrecked by a mob, just liberated and ready to take out its
feelings on what were experienced as symbols of authority. Then other sites were
wrecked as well and plundered with an eye to profits that the objects lifted might
produce. Mobs will always be with us, and it is impossible to dispel the profit
motive, even when profits fail to materialize. The recycling of buried and lost
objects has been a human activity since remote antiquity, and the resulting col-
lections have as distinguished a history in scholarship as state museums do but of
course need regulating. The remedy lies with governments (quicker to pass laws
than enforce them), the military (which has other priorities), museums (which
do their best with minimal resources), and educators (who have not brought the
people to feel genuine awe at our heritage). Still, we are unlikely ever to stop
folk from destroying the human heritage if they believe it is not their heritage or
is seriously at odds with their heritage (think of Islam and Buddhism at Bamiyan).
And national greed plays its part tooin the clamor for local restitution of what
is by now global heritage.
International resolutions do not cut much ice these days. The Hague Con-
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are hearing that such material is itself blameworthy, should not be conserved or
even kept intact, and never looked at or used for scholarshipand many of those
saying so are archaeologists and other scholars. It would seem that mobs come in
more than one kind.
John Boardman
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Robert Bartlett, The Natural and the Supernatural in the Middle Ages
(Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2008), 170 pp.
J. H. Elliott, Empires of the Atlantic World: Britain and Spain in America, 14921830
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(New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 2006), 560 pp.
For over half a century, scholars have been trying to investigate the link between
the Dead Sea Scrolls found in caves, the archaeological discoveries on the nearby
site of Khirbet Qumran, and the ancient Jewish sect of the Essenes described by
three first-century CE writers (Philo of Alexandria and Flavius Josephusboth
Jewishand the Roman Pliny the Elder). The large majority of experts holds
that the three elements are interconnected and that at least some of the literary
works are of Essene origin. During the last three decades, competing theories
have emerged that deny the link between the Qumran establishment and the
scrolls. Edna Ullmann-Margalit, an Israeli philosopher of science, in a booklet
devoted to research about scrolls research, dissects the arguments offered by
mainstream scholarship. Yet, although from the philosophical point of view she
finds the reasoning of the Qumranologists here and there slippery and wanting,
she nevertheless believes that none of the challenges have broken any of the links
of their argument and that none of the alternatives can compete in attractive-
ness with the Qumran-Essene theory. This is about right, she concludes; and the
reviewer agrees.
Geza Vermes
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The title of this book serves warning that the author is an ironist. His villains are
the army of God, or soldiers of Christ, or heavenly avengers; his lead villain
is a model Christian prince; the actions of his villains epitomized sanguine
beauty. But dripping irony is by no means Peggs only rhetorical mode. Villains
hiss, whisper slyly, swagger; they do not merely burn and slaughter but do
so joyously; massacres delight them. The decibel level is continually high: a
nasty abbot gallops hard all summer; innocent victims terrified by ribald fury
seek to escape with crying and weeping. Vultures are never plain vultures but
always black vultures. What is the point of all this? If Pegg thinks he is tell-
ing a ripsnorting good story, he might realize that most readers prefer not to be
bludgeoned. Yet he surely believes that he is shouting for a larger purpose. For
him, the Albigensian Crusade ushered genocide into the West by linking divine
salvation to mass murder, by making slaughter as loving an act as His sacrifice
on the cross. I have no intention of siding with the Crusaders (is there anyone
today who does?) but find that I need to make two objections. Technically, the
crusade indulgence did not assure salvation; one gained absolution from sin
by contrite confession and absolutionthe crusade indulgence concerned time
spent in purgatory after one was assured salvation. If that distinction may seem
to some a quibble, the easy use of the word genocide should not. The crusade was
proclaimed against unbelievers (whether justly or unjustly is another question),
not against a genus or people; those who joined the crusade had no intention of
annihilating the population of southern France. If Peggs message is that Chris-
tians have a long history of slaughtering in the name of the faith, he might have
started with Charlemagne or devoted more than two paragraphs to the First
Crusade. If Pegg wishes to connect the Albigensian Crusade to modern ethnic
slaughter, wellwords fail me (as they do him).
Robert E. Lerner
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(New York: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2009), 509 pp.
Does civilization need another new book on Paul Czanne? Several ambitious
ones have been published during the past few years; they have significant over-
lap, but we can learn from all of them as long as they are themselves sufficiently
learned. Simmss book is. The recent exhibition Czanne and Beyond, orga-
nized by the Philadelphia Museum of Art, demonstrated how Czanne affected
the future that he never saw in ways he could never have imagined nor would likely
have approved. He has been our universal donor, inspiring artistic generations
to this day, so that diverse lines of aesthetic evolution in painting seem linked
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century context for Czannes practice, stressing the significance of his attention
to the lesser medium of watercolor. Although long acknowledged as a major part
Keith Thomas, The Ends of Life: Roads to Fulfilment in Early Modern England
(Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2009), 416 pp.
What did those early moderns want? Job satisfaction, marital happiness, honor,
fame, a glowing funeral sermon, coffee, sumptuous curtainsearly modern
Englishmen and women, it turns out, wanted most of the same things that the
rest of us do. In this sweeping account of how people in the sixteenth through
eighteenth centuries gave meaning to their lives, Thomas shows us how little has
fundamentally changed. Pursuing ones own idea of happiness and fulfillment;
maintaining a good reputation for oneself and ones family; sharing ones daily
life with intimate friends; achieving a level of worldly success and wealth without
sacrificing too much to the workplace; battling the oblivion that lurks around the
corner: these were some of the most pressing concerns of early modern English
culture. Not only the goods but also the evils of this societyoverwork, extrava-
that this book feels at times like a clever projection of the present onto the past.
Mitigating this charge, however, are the diarists and poets, philosophers and
C o m m o n K n o wled g e
merchants, politicians and priests, whose voices fill Thomass pages with a strong
sense of historical specificityof there and not here, of then and not now.
Ramie Targoff
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paradigms in search of the good lifean act of rewriting history that the State
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of Public Health justifies. The narrative of aesthetic modernism suffers the same
fate in Farrellys Blubberland, in which architecture talks to Hegel and comes up