The Boojee Informants: A Thrilling Urban Fiction Novel

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Right across the bay, a blueness distinct from the bottle-green sea. It was so soothing, so easy. I mark it in writing, make of its rock and grit a topic. What about the menial tasks? The food prepared and not; eaten, not. We pay attention to apparently massive events of import and neglect the steps it takes from where you sit to the place wherein your bladder can be let.

I do this, in turn. I think of walking in these terms. I thought of it as necessary toward a particular kind of relief nothing else brought. Walking for me changed when architecture changed, cities or long rural stretches suddenly took on meaning, became signs of something, warped.

I grew up in a town in apparent constant search for redefinition amid advancing norms. Restaurants in husks of old diners, college campuses redone in glass opposed to brick, these are familiar shifts to anyone alive today. This makes sense to me. Walking has always proven therapeutic, whether doing so aggressively late at night and letting the apparent danger of the world present itself, or doing it mildly one afternoon after being inside for too long, the act of walking has simultaneously transcended a basic corporeal state, and asserted one.

Rogers Park is a neighborhood in north Chicago. I lived in an apartment on my own with one room surrounded by large family apartments always hubbubing and boiling these complicated wafts. I never came to know them of minor nods and kept to myself that year from this perpetual tendency I have of eating or not the wrong medicine, worldview, or daily set of acts that led through all their variation to the same gutless solitude, a bitter living spoken aloud to myself and only made to wane through incredible heaps of television and the few far-between obsessions with the arts.

This beach is on Lake Michigan and I typically walked along it late at night. At my entry, a jut of large rocks allowed for a sort of pier whereon you could easily fall into water were you careless. I was often careless and ill-dressed for whatever occasion it was but I never fell in. For myself these were paranoiac times. Then I took a heap of medicine each day and returned to Chicago bright-eyed.

So this beach was particular, dirtied, humming and full of death. Holmes I wound up broke downtown without means to ride the L back up to Rogers Park. It being midday and having eaten—I, bodily, have diabetes mellitus and thus would note these things at moments—I decided to walk home. This walk took me eight hours and for the last two I dug in the garbage bins lining the lake for sips at discarded Powerades as my blood sugar had made its plummet. I first saw this film when living in Chicago. Simple, droney guitar emanates, and his walk continues.

I admired this and understood. There is, then, at best, a kind of art ingested through covering the city, letting the city cover you. In retrospect it becomes simple to toss figures at it. Remember the monk, remember Baudelaire, remember Rebecca Solnit and the foundation here, walking as transmutative, walking as compelling, fundamentally human, Iain Sinclair covering the M5 and allowing himself to become swathed in the narrative where he stepped.

Once I felt chased through the park. I listened to music. I turned Beethoven loud in my ears and covered ground where nobody would follow. Followed still, I turned and faced the person. I screamed at them and wandered off. I was losing myself. An older man saw me later and spoke with me. He flirted with me, he told me all would be O. I imagined a life with that old man.

I wanted to hug him, to kiss him and feel his history pass through me. I stood there with him and eventually he did hold me. I do not know how I looked. A confused person, thinned by anxiety and in search of something. I sometimes met older men that way, though typically it never went beyond conversation, always in transit. He was sweet, however. He sort of held me in his words.

That night I returned to my apartment and received a strange message. I was losing it. I walked, then, to put myself at the feet of living and submit to human beings, to open myself and fail to welcome entirely the lonely glints returned in eyes as I went past. He lives and works in Idaho. My Red Heaven is collage in form. The only way of knowing a person is to love him or her without hope , Walter Benjamin pencils in his notebook, hunched on a dark green bench in the dark green shade of a linden. A bear occurs, a man playing a flute followed by twenty beautiful children.

Walter crosses out the sentence. He has spent his entire day here, the last three, in this park running up the center of Unter den Linden, in combat with a three-page essay about Parisian arcades for the Frankfurter Zeitung. The essay refuses to stay in its skin. It keeps wanting to unfurl into something larger, messier, less itself. Suppose I were to begin by recounting , he pencils in his notebook, how many cities have revealed themselves to me in my expeditions through them in pursuit of books.

Suppose I were to speak of a time, ours, when even the best readers have become frightened of imperfect, torrential monographs — ones that fan out into a maze of dangerous branchings. Suppose I were to bring up how easy a certain kind of completeness is. When he raises his head everything already exists in another tense.

An old truck, advertisement for a brewery across its side, run up onto the curb in front of the Adlon Hotel. Several empty barrels burst on the sidewalk. A smartly dressed man splayed in the street, pedestrians vectoring in. When a world war breaks out, all you can do sometimes is begin to translate the works of Baudelaire as faithfully as possible. The bear man stops. His triad of notes. The twenty beautiful children stop, at first confused about where to look. Walter squints through his chunky spectacles to determine if the man is alive or the other thing.

Suppose, he considers, his weak heart twinging, I am falling in love with disjunction. Medieval alleys full of flowers. Suppose I am falling in love with learning to interrupt my —. Ernst Bloch crumpled down the newspaper he had been reading and glared at Walter over the dried-seagull remains. How just so fucking absurd it must seem, Bloch proclaimed, for an immortal soul destined for heaven or hell to find itself sitting in the kitchen in the form of a maid.

The bear waiting for orders. We may call these images wish images; in them the collective seeks —. But most of all the tiny squares. Medieval alleys full of bougainvillea clinging to stone walls. It is the loss of the capacity to imagine things other than they are. For you were born under the sign of Saturn, planet of detours and delays, blunders and stubbornness; of those who see themselves as books, thinking as a method of gathering, organizing, yet always knowing when to stray, wander off.

For to lose your way in a city or a person requires a great amount of willpower. The hotel doormen holding onto the driver of the truck until the police show up, and the belief Jewishness means a promise to further European culture, each epoch dreaming the one to follow. These moments, those hours, the other days: Had Walter really accomplished anything at all?

There was the juncture at which he understood he was not to become an academic instructor. The lizard with azure scales panting rapidly on a fence rail. The sun, a glossy orange in the sunset sky: There was that juncture, and there will be the one in which he can no longer remember what he wants as he reaches languidly for the bottle of tablets on his hotel nightstand in room number three.

Walter was completely open about the Latvian Bolshevik theater director when his wife, Dora, asked in her letters.

Writing about a given place at a given time puts its existence between quotation marks, plucks it from its native context by engendering unanticipated new ones. I find divorce too hard on the nerves. Dora remaining behind in Berlin with their nine-year-old son, moody anxious Stefan, and Asja introducing Walter over dinner to Marxism as historical mutiny and late night Prosecco to sex as whirlwind.

Writing that looks like writing, however, thinking that looks like thinking, has come to feel to Walter progressively flat, faded, fated. Or this man, weak heart, weakening lungs, a mobile intelligence unit moving through the metropolitan streets, he likes to think of himself as, likes to believe he believes, maybe others, too, although what would happen if you began to imagine the essay you are composing, not as a —.

After this shitty war, Georges telling Walter outside the library on that balmy pre-invasion day, Europe will resemble a de Sade novel. Watch out for Duc de Blangis. He will be everywhere. Suppose you began to imagine the essay you are writing, not as a piece of music that must move from first note to last, but rather as a building you could approach from various sides, navigate along various paths, one in which perspective continually changes?

These lines written by the man who earned his Ph. Written by the thirty-four-year-old journalist unable to support himself, let alone his family, through his own labor, and so forced for a time to ask his wife to stop loving him so he could return to Berlin to reside with his parents. To reside with his —.

There is that slightly less brief deliberation over emigrating to the United States through neutral Portugal as the Germans howled closer, and how Max Horkheimer negotiates a travel visa for Walter, who will only be able to flee as far as Spain over the Pyrenees before the Franco regime cancels all transit permits and orders the authorities to return those carrying them to France. Yet, despite the future, the bear man steps into motion again, melody picking up.

One by one, the beautiful children. Do not look for my heart anymore; the beasts have eaten it , scribbling the poet who spent his last two years between Brussels and Paris, semi-paralyzed and unable to speak after the massive stroke. Suppose we were to call it a meditative practice that allows one to be surprised by what one says next. Or the other manuscript, completed, which Walter will carry in his suitcase from Paris to Portbou, which will disappear forever.

Suppose, therefore, it could be argued that we are all collage artists , pencils Walter, then crosses out the sentence, for there will be that juncture in two years at which Dora and he will have become separated, then divorced, the juncture in thirteen at which the other Jews in his party of refugees for no discernible reason will be allowed sudden passage through Spain into Portugal. Four days later all will safely reach Lisbon. That German gentleman about whom you inquire , the Spanish police writing, died of heart failure.

Cerebral hemorrhage , the medical certificate will state. A few papers, contents un —. How, because of confusion surrounding his identity, Walter will be buried in leased-niche number in the Catholic section of the Portbou cemetery. Four days after Walter reaches for the bottle of morphine tablets he brought with him from Marseilles, just in case, Hannah Arendt will lean out the window of her hotel room in Lisbon, relishing the act of breathing, just that, while admiring the terracotta rooftops and pale yellow dwellings bunching down the steep hillsides into the bluegreen seasprawl.

Below, the streetcars clanking by. That greasy scent of reprieve billowing up around her a flash before she steps back into life. A Guggenheim, Berlin Prize, D. Fellowship, and Pushcart Prize recipient, as well as a Fulbright Scholar, he teaches experimental narrative theory and practice at the University of Utah.

T he Marquis had a grandson, Jake. These pizzas that the Marquis lovingly made were really something. To see the smooth globes of dough sitting on the counter—a little dusting of flour on top like little round baby bottoms in talc—makes me sad to remember. For they are surely gone. Well, the kid could have grown up to live a straight, true, and happy life, but, man, things can get messed up. For Jake it was not so much the stuff that most kids have to go through these days, now that the maturing process and its rites of passage require the use of handguns. Like it or not, Glocks are the new normal for these kids.

Happily for Jake, the Marquis gave him a sort of happy, dopey reality apart from all that. As a consequence, he was as close to innocent as a young man could come in these withered days. What he neglected to figure into this delightful scenario was the fact that Fanni also had a notion or two about what married life ought to be like.

Jake was a simple person. Fanni was not a simple person. What Fanni had was a single mother who lived on the left side of a brick duplex in the spiritually destitute region just south of Chicago. What these friends got in return is irrelevant or almost. In spite of all that, Fanni grew up a smart kid capable of wandering away from the daily horror show at the old duplex. She thrived at school, went to college, met the son of a Marquis! Jake was sitting right there, holding her hand as she said these hurtful things.

The counselor, at least, knew that it was too late and Fanni had already gone to blazes. He could see how it could drive a person to unpleasant extremes.

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She was smiling pleasantly. There was something damaged in Fanni, something broken. For instance, she could not seem to tell the difference between the good things that she did and the bad things. Hit their barky Yorkie with a shovel? Essentially the same for her. But when Jake showed how they were not the same, she would get confused and start crying. She kept garden implements in the kitchen for such moments. She was also someone with the interesting and organic conviction that if the world spread out from her, it was her job to take it all back in. Perhaps it was some sort of bizarre maternal instinct gone wrong, but she had faith in the thought that everything should go back to her empty inside.

And then there was the shopping. She shopped with tenacity knowing that it was her responsibility to buy it all, to take it all inside. She was the Imelda Marcos of any- and everything. She created shopping lists like the card catalogue at the Library of Alexandria. She did not understand the purpose of a menu.

Explain as Jake surely did, it was all beyond her. It is not an appetizer. It was as if she believed that there was some food, some perfect food, that would make her world right if only she could find it. She started in her pell-mell way with a dilled Blanquette de Veau. The chef had prepared six portions for the evening and she ate them all. Yes, some of the little darlings cried when they were told that there were no more pizza hot-pockets, but she insisted that some people would have to sacrifice for the greater good, and she volunteered the children.

The headwaiter scrambled with a sponge to erase the featured dishes as they fell from the little chalkboard out front, inexorably, one after another. At neighboring tables, the waiters sensed the drift of things and began encouraging guests to order quickly while there was still something more than bread and butter to eat. Not even an old piece of flank? Not even a burger? How is that possible? Do you know what a stockyard is?

Cooking with Cottage Clusters and Custard Clotters. And why did she eat these things? I saw a disgruntled bride in flipflops lift her wedding dress and walk at rush hour past Penn Station—. Croix— I envied her boozy leathery ease—motorcycle—finality—. I spoke about the solidity of nouns, a U in the regarded eggy or jizzy corner. Carlotta my unmet unphotographed step-grandmother, to designate her with regal sobriquet. Thoreau died at 44, killed by Apollo.

I draw butt well because butt is elementary. I called my mother and she resorted, bless her, to polite formula. I really loved writing these essays because every writer I chose, once you got down to it, was a hapless flake, making the most terrific mess of their life and yet stalwartly, patiently, relentlessly processing every error, every crisis and turning them all into incredible art.

How could you not love these people and their priceless integrity? I felt like I had found my tribe. There was just that precious quality — vital, creative attentiveness to everything wrong — that I cherished. A year-old mother spreads a picnic blanket out on a lawn beneath the delicate leaves of a cedrillatoona tree.

On the blanket she sits her two children: John, a lively three-year-old and Jean, a sweet-tempered baby. They watch their mother with steady interest. She explains that she is going to have to abandon them. She wants them to know this is a carefully considered choice. I was going to change this ugly world, they would live in a beautiful, perfect world where there would be no race hatred, injustice, and so forth. Her comrades in the Rhodesian branch of the Communist party have been encouraging her for several months now to break away from her family.

For the first time in her life, the young woman feels solidarity in her aims and her principles; the group has given her both strength and freedom to take this extraordinary step. But it is not really — or at least not wholly — politics that has provoked it. I carried, like a defective gene, a kind of doom of fatality, which would trap [the children] as it had me, if I stayed.

Leaving, I would break some ancient chain of repetition. One day they would thank me for it. Our house was full of concerned and loving people, and the children would be admirably looked after — much better than by me. A nervous breakdown would have been the least of it… I would have become an alcoholic, I am pretty sure. I would have had to live at odds with myself, riven, hating what I was part of, for years. The young woman went on to become Doris Lessing, author of 27 novels, seventeen short story collections, numerous non-fiction works, and winner of the Nobel prize for literature.

But when she left her children she had scarcely begun to write. All she had was her literary ambition and a hatred for the inequalities of the country she grew up in, which was almost as fierce as her love of the land. From these disparate ingredients she would produce a first novel of raw, corruscating power, a novel that would take London by storm when she arrived with the manuscript in her suitcase, and inform a colonising power of the desperate abuses that took place on either side of the colour bar.

But before she left Rhodesia, she was going to make the same mistakes of marriage and motherhood all over again. Doris Lessing with Nobel Prize in Literature. Doris Lessing was born in to the dispirited aftermath of the First World War. While Emily nursed him, the doctor she intended to marry went down with his ship. Neither could have the life they wanted, and so they determined to make do with the shared burden of their disappointments. Alfred married in order to make restitution to the woman who had saved his life and his sanity, whom he knew wanted children.

She did not do so without inner turmoil. And then, depressed and shell-shocked still, Alfred Tayler was insulted to the core when handed the white feather of cowardice by a group of women in the street who could not see the wooden leg under his trousers. Unable to tolerate his feeling that his own country had betrayed him, he took a post in a bank in Persia. Doris Lessing believed that her mother was as depressed as her father, conflicted over the choices she had made, the sudden emigration, and the weariness of having worked so hard in the war.

As a couple they had been advised not to have children too soon, but Emily was already thirty-five and may not have wanted to wait. They joked that she fell pregnant on their wedding night. The doctor suggested Doris. The early years in Persia were, in fact, to be some of the happiest her parents would know. Her baby brother, by contrast, was perfect. Doris is not my child. Doris is your child. Doris and her brother were potty trained from birth, held over the pot for hours each day.

In their time in Persia ended, but after a few months in an England that felt as depressing as ever to the Taylers, Michael went to the Empire Exhibition and was seduced by the thought of farming in Southern Rhodesia. With ill-prepared impulsiveness they sailed to Cape Town though they both had all their teeth removed on the unsound advice that there were no dentists in Rhodesia. Michael was laid low with seasickness and remained in the cabin for most of the journey, whilst Maude had a wonderful time consorting with the Captain, regardless of the rough weather.

There was worse to come. This kind of thing went on, and I was permanently angry and had nightmares. But for Doris, it was an early, wounding lesson in how those in control could so lightly and easily humiliate others, barely noticing what they did. By the time they arrived at the Cape, Doris was starting to steal things and to lie.

Then a sudden and unexpected balm to her spirits: The spiralling horns of a koodoo, the glistening green slither of a snake, anthills for shade, beetles and chameleons, thick red soil churned by the monsoon rains. It was a landscape to echo the intensities and vastness of her misunderstood emotions, a harsh landscape for sure, but one of overwhelming beauty. Her parents had chosen a grand hilltop site for their home, but they could only afford to construct a traditional mud house with a thatched roof upon it. It contained both the piano and furniture fashioned out of petrol boxes, the Liberty curtains and bedspreads made of dyed flour sacks.

She had had dresses made for entertaining, calling cards printed, bought gloves and hats that she would never wear. Instead of the glamorous life she imagined, she had a toilet that was a packing case with a hole in it over a twenty-foot drop. The farm was too big for a man with a wooden leg, but too small to make any profit. The heat was crippling. They all had malaria. Settler farm in Southern Rhodesia, early s, via Wikimedia Commons.

Doris experienced them as another chip of nightmare, the woman a heavy drinker and her son a bully. Writing about them in her memoir, she realised they came from the extreme end of white poverty, from a life she could not have imagined as a child, and which the immigrant farmers around them never wanted to acknowledge as a depth to which whites could sink. They are nothing but savages.

They are just down from the trees. You have to keep them in their place. Eventually Maude rose from her bed, having decided it was the weight of her hair that was giving her headaches. She cut it all off, reducing her children to tears as they rolled in shanks of it on the bed, then she bundled it up, threw it in the rubbish pit and set to work. Lessing with her mother and brother. Doris was eight years old when she was first sent away to the Roman Catholic Convent. The main subject was fear. The dormitories held grisly images of the tortured Saint Sebastian, the broken, crucified Jesus, whose swollen heart disgorged gouts of blood.

At bedtime, one of the nuns would stand in the doorway and tell them: God knows the evil in your hearts. You are wicked children, disobedient to God and to the good sisters who look after you for the glory of God. They were allowed a bath once a week and were supposed to wear boards around their necks that prevented them from seeing their own bodies. But this must have been her most clear and immediate experience of abuse by authority. She had never known power except self-indulgent or corrupt. When a bad kidney ailment brought Doris into the sickroom and the care of one of the few kindly nuns, she found a power of her own in illness.

It was a button she could push that made her mother jump, and she pushed it repeatedly. Lice and ringworm would sign her release papers from the nuns. At the next boarding school, measles gave six weeks of blessed quarantine and then a bad eye infection — violent to look at but not serious — set her free. She insisted she could no longer see properly, and made her mother take her home. And so, at fourteen, Doris finished her meagre education and gave her full attention to the covert cold war with her mother.

Her father had diabetes by now and had entered a long, slow decline that cemented his general air of helplessness. Maude nursed him with obsessive attention, and extended her compulsive care to her daughter, fretting over what she ate, and worrying about her going alone in the bush. It was not love that provoked this behaviour, Doris believed, but a struggle over control. For the biggest argument between them was over clothes: Doris Lessing, age 1 4.

But such opinions felt vague against the pervasive conviction that blacks were simply lazy and stupid. Small wonder that Doris was determined to escape, physically, mentally and emotionally. Doris had already created a false self, a kind of persona she could hide behind in an attempt to keep her mother out of the private parts of her mind.

With not one, but several, skins too few. At 18, she heard there were jobs to be had at the telephone exchange in Salisbury and moved there, mastering the easy work by day and joining in with the party crowd at night. Tigger Tayler was all about love and excitement, proud of her strong, beautiful young body. She smoked, she drank, she danced — and was a good dancer. It was and she knew, as everyone did around her, that war was coming. Tigger dreamt of becoming an ambulance driver, a spy, a parachutist, whilst throwing back the cocktails and losing herself to the rhythms of the music.

The adventure she actually chose would be the most mundane on offer. He was Frank Wisdom, a civil servant — a respectable profession for which her parents were grateful, though they assumed Doris was pregnant. For a few years, she played at the conventional role of housewife and did so with competence and much inner anguish. She was perpetually exhausted, partly from the demands of the children, partly from the pretence of being Tigger, partly from suppressed rage at her mother who now visited regularly and criticized her decisions, often calling her selfish and irresponsible in a way that must have utterly infuriated her, given her own memories of childhood.

Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, via Wikimedia Commons. Frank did not understand why Doris took to bed, weeping with fury, once she had gone. But then Frank and Doris had quickly grown apart. The war was on, but Frank had been turned down for active duty on medical grounds. He nursed his resentment and shame over too many drinks at the club. He agreed that Doris would write when she had the time and energy, but he grew angry when the poetry she produced was fiercely critical of apartheid, afraid it might undermine him in his job.

Not long after Jean was born, Doris made the decision to take a month off and travel to Cape Town with John. Her health had been suffering; she was tired all the time and had fainting fits. The demanding task of caring for two small children was complicated by an unformed, unarticulated sense of profound self-betrayal. A neighbour, who, according to Lessing, had longed for a daughter all her life, was lined up to take baby Jean.

She returned home rested, revolutionized and newly inspired to write. Frank agreed help was needed and it was a sign of the times that a mother leaving her child for a month never raised an eyebrow, whereas hiring a black nanny and inviting her to live in the house was cause for scandal. It was at this time that she joined the Communist group that would have such an influence; Communist, socialist, progressive, these were very blurred lines at the time for her, but she knew for sure that her attitude marked her out pejoratively.

She was destroying her energy with domesticity, when she could be doing something of vital good to the world. Her situation was chaotic, messy, emotionally distraught. Doris felt she hated him — because she was treating him so badly. She was desperate to be free. The holiday she had taken now turned out to be a rehearsal for something altogether more audacious, and her new political friends encouraged her. Those years behind the false self had left her feeling she was a stranger to herself and she could not bear it.

Doris Wisdom abandoned one family in But they had met through the Rhodesian Communist group and he was at least a match for her politically. Gottfried felt it would increase his chances of obtaining British nationality, for both he and Doris now longed to escape South Africa for England, and he believed that marriage would protect him from the threat of the internment camp, where his political interests could still land him.

But what was really going on? Why would Doris, even out of a misplaced sense of duty, rush back into marriage with such impetuous self-abandon? She would claim it was because the marriage was a sham, just a matter of convenience, but it seemed as if she needed the impetuosity and the thoughtlessness to whitewash a deeper, more shameful need.

She was struggling hard to find out who she was. We were too diverse, there was too much potential for schism. And her sex life with Gottfried was a disaster. But one positive change had been effected: Then, as if in sabotage of this step in the right direction, around Christmas Doris fell pregnant again. I yearned for one. But maybe her instincts, or the experience of thinking and writing seriously about the inequalities of power, were covertly working on her side, for when baby Peter was born, something seemed to click into place.

One thing seemed to make a huge difference: Now feeding was a dialogue with her child, not an act of oppression. Finally at the end of the official papers arrived, permitting Doris and Gottfried to leave South Africa for England and the decision was made that Doris would sail to London ahead with Peter. In her suitcase she carried the manuscript of the novel that she had worked on in fragmented and frustrated fashion, between the demands of her baby, her mother, and her wide circle of political acquaintances. She hoped it would make her name.

What she did not know, in her elated escape to London, was that she was heading for a decade of single motherhood. Of all her situations, this one might seem on paper the worst of them all, scraping a living by writing whilst bringing up a son alone. But later she would claim this child had saved her. Although she finally sent Peter to boarding school aged twelve, those interim years saw her stuck to her writing from sheer necessity. She could not go out and party and find new lovers and make more disastrous marriages.

She was obliged to commit to work, despite fatigue and loneliness. It is not certain whether Peter had the kind of mother that textbooks idealise, but it was these years of hard apprenticeship that transformed Doris Lessing from a natural talent to a phenomenally successful writer. When she arrived in London, Doris Lessing sold the manuscript of her first novel quickly and easily to the publishing house Michael Joseph.

In that shared suffering she had found her story—though the great audacity of her novel was to speak of racial prejudice in the voice of the white oppressor, to make the ugliness and the injustice of the colour bar stand out starkly. She had been warned over and over as a child against the dangers of black men and one true story had stuck in her mind: That memory provided the opening of her story: Tony is dumbfounded by the attitude of the other men on the scene: The two men have more contempt for the victim than for the killer, for after all, a black man will always kill if suitably provoked.

Tony wants to tell them the truth of the situation as he sees it: He understands his own social survival is at stake: Here she lives mindlessly and contentedly in a sort of arrested development, feeling only relief when her parents die, until one day in her 30s when she overhears the unkind gossip of her friends at a party. They poke fun at her girlish clothes and make snide remarks about her unmarried status, and she is distraught: It is enough to propel her into the arms of the first available man. He happens to be Dick Turner, a cautious, uneasy man who dislikes the town and only feels comfortable on his beloved veld.

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When the corroborate, the illustraions were intend- What is it that the biographers have not biography was published, it triggered a ed as explanaions to improve understand- yet writen about—or indeed, what have major controversy among the family, who ing of the text: And who are these understandably did not agree with this to the aid of the pale words they accompa- biographers? Menion of family members in ny [ It was published by least.

With an afable mod- Archduke Ludwig Salvator of the Impe- and documents locked up and to forbid esty he wrote in Researcher of the any further research involving them. The book was my dissertaion about Archduke Ludwig of the smallest but not least signiicant widely acclaimed and the subject of count- Salvator, the man and his work, which corners of the Austrian fatherland.

I, for less reviews in the press of the ime, and was followed by a Spanish and a German my part, will consider these pages to have was to have been followed by a second biography. His atenion was precious clothes that were handed down reproduce, in simple language, the sights atracted less by spectacular regions than from generaion to generaion have been and experiences during a voyage from by smaller, less signiicant places such as sold to collectors; the valuable jewels of Alexandria to Cap Bon, as they were noted the islands of Paxos and Anipaxos in the ornate weapons now decorate elegant down on the spot, in the cabin or under Ionian Sea: For seafarers in the leisure hours icant, Paxos and Anipaxos have not pre- a place in old weapon collecions.

Gradu- of windless days along these coasts they viously been described in their own right, ally, the tradiional costume is simpliied may perhaps provide some not unwelcome instead being addressed as merely inci- and altered. The richly ornamented jacket reading; for my companions they may dental to the large, beauiful neighbouring is replaced by a simple one, the closely serve to prompt memories, but me they island of Corfu, despite being charming worked silver butons are replaced by will spur on to further fruiful voyages with small islands with many atracions, worthy plain ones, and the women, too, remove the beloved Mermaid.

It seemed to me iing to por- esty with which Ludwig Salvator regarded islands. Set in the world-famous mous number of fairy tales and fables, These works were intended not for Strait of Gibraltar and almost on the same ofering a vast, important ield that is sill the general public, but for his friends, laitude, it remains out of sight of most of available to folklorists, unil the levelling acquaintances and colleagues, with which the steamships that sail past Cabo de Gata, wind of modern culture sweeps everything he regaled them.

It was only his acquain- though seen by numerous vessels and all away. His aim was, rather, then printed in Prague by the publisher keepers: Rather than an inclinaion heritage. Tradiional the important place it deserves, in keeping the ishermen; the society of simple folk is Costumes of the Mountains and Islands of with the convenient locaion nature has much more pleasant, and I would even say the Adriaic, in the introducion to which bestowed upon it.

Neither fame, rect, allowing him ten years later to write only relaxaion and enjoyment. If it is the nor power, nor gold exert the same force in the preface to Bizerte: In this way, they will bequeath their monographs about countries and ethnog- hundreds of vessels could lie as sheltered ofspring with the best means of earthly raphy.

In the privileged corners of In he was named honorary mem- wonder that I remained there some ime; the earth, may we seek only peace and the ber of the Royal Geographical Society in I was busy with a tour of the great new delights of nature, leing the hours pass London. In every country he visited, he would him the Hauer Medal, its highest disinc- his visit to Egypt, where he spent the win- locate a Catholic church. In his works, he ion, for his services to geographical re- ter, he thought about a possible rail con- expressed paricular saisfacion when he search.

His monumental work about To saisfy himself as to whether this plan reports: He had a car- a fenced plot. We called to him to ask him Something else that the biographers avan of horses and mules come from Jafa which was the Catholic church. He point- have perhaps not writen about: We followed his di- lished in German dealt with two geograph- result of the great sand drits, which would recions; the doors were open, but there ically contrasing points: Valencia and the constantly expose it and make maintenance was no one in sight.

Suddenly, a bearded island of Heligoland. In South and North. Is it southern coast with its rich cropland, the sorrows of his fellow men and subordi- due to its evoluion or the quiet calm of other through the Jordan Valley. Work on nates, afability, kindness and a disdain for its landscapes, the grandeur of its monu- the port in Beirut35 would be easier and glamour, fame and fortune were qualiies ments, where Moorish art and the Gothic therefore less costly than in Jafa, added to ascribed to the Archduke: I myself am unable to decide, trading houses, with important connecions the months when he is not travelling, he but it seems to me that its charm lies in with Damascus and domesic trade.

These images are brightly was above all small events and incidents frequented countryside; ater sunset, he interwoven in my imaginaion, as though in that fascinated the Archduke. During a stay seldom leaves his house or boat. No the Archduke used to portray the southern on desolate heaths, on the Atlanic Ocean one recalls the great signiicance that the Spanish city of Valencia, where he had and the shores of the Balic Sea; however, Romans accorded to this important bay.

It was with sadness one as splendid as on Heligoland. A Portrait be convinced of the natural beauty of this the author devotes himself to the small of North African Life. Here he described region, its rich rock deposits and plant life, island in the north of Germany, near his impressions of the city, the people, as well as the atracions of the old town Hamburg: This is followed by descripions of the the magniicent beach and home to the Thanks to the oices of the Austrian South houses, the blubber factory, the poles for favourite residence of the then Bey.

It became the summer retreat whom the Archduke eagerly accompanied thoughts and personal and arbitrary judg- of many members of the imperial house- on their lobster, shellish and shark ishing ment of an illiterate governor that guided hold, including Stephanie, the princess ouings. He quickly came to feel at home the ruling. It is precisely and Montenegro. He spent two months of aion and amusement. In the book he stretch of coast: Cannosa, About the Canal feels at home.

Islands such as Heligoland, contribuion to a beter knowledge of one erence was deinitely the Mediterranean, Paxos and Anipaxos, Alboran, Colum- of the smallest but not least signiicant cor- whose coastline and islands he described bretes,51 Zante, Usica, the Aeolian Islands, ners of the Austrian fatherland. Fiume, despite its beauty and advantages, ranean, was one such: So it has been unil of Turkish rule. One must truly January , Ludwig Salvator set down to Malta to get spare parts and buy a new admire the disinguished earnestness, the his impressions of the city of 20, inhab- anchor.

Ludwig Salvator used the ime nobleness of the Arab populaion, in stark itants located in the plain of Mesaoria and from 24 April to 4 May to make a tour of contrast with the European rabble. He de- the city and its immediate surroundings: He devoted a enire stretch from Alexandria to Cap Bon keen understanding and the rapid compre- separate chapter to industry and trade. And such thirst minarets, and catches sight of the scenic In this context, menion should be made for knowledge! A jewel comprised of orange trees its Future: This is why they must and palm groves in an otherwise treeless ofers a descripion of one of the best never be enslaved; they need to develop region, a manmade oasis preserved by its seaports of the Tunisian regency.

And just as the contrast between Ludwig Salvator wrote about the history But this is something to which biog- the city and its surrounding area stands out of this coastal city of Phoenician origin, raphers to date have not devoted any sharply, so too the contradicion within the highlighing its possibiliies for develop- thought: He also believed in the economic , was one of the earliest modern Eu- the soil of classical aniquity; Turks, Greeks potenial of the city, occupied in by ropeans. With his research and his numer- and Armenians in a motley jumble, feuding French troops: A future is sirring where alized, as early as in the nineteenth centu- from Alexandria through the Gulf of Sol- previously the deepest oriental indolence ry, that Europe, the Middle East and North lum, to Syris major and Syris minor, and allowed everything to go to waste.

The Archduke was proved right and, on form a common cultural space connected The cruise to the two gulfs of Syris began a later visit to the city in , he saw the by the Mediterranean Sea. The rapidly fading mild climate and healthy air were the main Between and , the new harbour Arab Spring once again clearly highlighted reasons for this. Again, our in these countries has on the peace and noteworthy: A similar protecive power For the residents of this Tunisian port naive.

The freethinking Archduke Ludwig is also atributed to ish. Erzherzog Ludwig Salvator, p. El Archiduque Luis Salvador de 17 [A. Yachtrevue 9 , pp. El Archiduque erran- 19 [A. Paxos und Anipaxos im Ion- Fritz Machatschek: Alboran Prague , p. Columbretes Prague , n. Prague, 2nd ediion , pp. Die Serben an der Adria. Der Wissenschatler aus dem , n. Die Biographie Vienna 23 [A. A bathing resort was to be set up on Austria. Erzherzog Leipzig , p. VII used to inhabit it. The plan to turn this Ludwig Salvator. Mallorca en la vida del Salzburg Leo Woerl: Beilage zur Allge- 27 Leo Woerl: Ein Bild aus dem nordafri- meinen Zeitung, 2.

Bizerta und seine Zukunt kanischen Leben Praga , p. Ein Bild aus dem nordafri- 30 [A. Geschildert in 32 [A. Benzert Prague , p. Reisen des Erzher- 59 [A. Levkosia, die Hauptstadt Cyper- zog Ludwig Salvator, p. Die Karawanenstrasse von 26 11 [A. Bilder und Skizzen Prague , n. V Bilder und Skizzen Prague , p. Up unil the outbreak of civil war in 62 [A. V-VI 70 13 See also: Erforschung der Erde Vienna , p. Um die Welt ohne zu wollen 65 Leo Woerl: Yacht-Reise in den Syrten Hofverlagshandlung published the fol- 40 [A. Cannosa Prague , p. Allgemeine Illus- 69 [A.

Eine , pp. Geschichte der Akade- 70 [A. Paxos und Anipaxos im Ionischen Meere Vienna , p. Die Balearen in Wort und 72 Leo Woerl: The Desire to Go Further 73 [A. He was the very and nature as a complex system, subject to embodiment of the second, as he conduct- dynamic interacions [afecing] the social ed his afairs in the broad ield of peace: With this he was an avowed paciist and the patron new theory, he reembraced a holisic and Archduke Ludwig Salvator of Austria of two Austrian contemporaries and Nobel integraive approach to understanding and Poliics Peace Prize laureates: Bertha von Sutner reality.

His correspondence and relaion- poliics. According to this dicionary, about Ludwig Salvator: He wanted to see every- the acions of a person or organizaion in And what is a system? I will not go thing, check everything, verify everything a given ield. He would directly and In light of these deiniions, who depending on each speciic applicaion. As a result, Habsburg-Lorraine and Bourbon-Two Si- an Austrian author once showed to us with his texts are marked by an outsized preci- cilies was not a poliical man? He amply it his General System Theory. I am referring sion and faithfulness. F Trading com- systems and, from the same systemic per- systemaic descripions provided by many panies.

I Customs and duty taxes. J Weights the Internaional Insitute of Comparaive of observaion at the service of an eth- and measurements. K Island or regional Social Research at the Wissenschatszen- nography of the coasts and islands of the coat of arms. A Tour of the ciies. D Distance between various towns. Easton, was one of our own contemporar- country under study.

Obrador describes ies, for he only recently passed away on this with a vivid metaphor, wriing that Final observaions: All informaion pro- June 17 of this year. The more obscure the request- temaic structural-funcionalist theoreical a telescope and a microscope with equal ed informaion, the more precise the re- approach to poliical science.

The book had I Geographical features: D Characters of Although neither man explicitly men- of the ield, as it aimed to ind a deiniion the country. For Easton, Healthfulness of the climate. H Occupaions and those governing ecosystems. I Characters of the inhabitants. K Crimes of passion. P well-known opical store in Wenceslas own wriings and deeds, let us take a Naional costume. S Square in Prague, and Maria Leopoldina moment now to look at an excerpt from Diet at diferent imes of year.

U Types of song. A Aver- were prominent poliical leaders in the able strength in the country, especially age daily wage. B Size of holdings. C Land struggle against Nazism. Deutsch had an the religious orders; even ater they were value. H Land levels of recogniion by both internaional inued to wield at least some of this inlu- quality. I News on harvesing imes for insituions paricipaion in the San ence. Although modern poliical upheavals various agricultural products. I-bis Silk Francisco conference at which the UN was have considerably diminished it, it remains industry.

J Honey and wax. A Fisher- theory to poliics. The low, processing and with regard to customs, is sill very much men. B Surplus and decision-making based on knowledge which now consists almost solely of the items. With the support of Harold paltry payment they receive, oten late, VII Transportaion and communi- Lasswell,11 among others, he developed from the government. Prior to the conis- caion: A Roads, construcion seasons. Tabulae Ludovici- Juan Ramis-Pujol them great inluence among the people.

Ma- introducion poor as much as their means allow. Erzherzog Ludwig Salvator learning experience, following in the steps say that because I intend to follow in the aus dem Oesterreichischen Kaiserhaus of Archduke Ludwig Salvator. The principal footsteps of Easton, one of the greatest als Forscher des Mitelmeeres. III project is this: El Archiduque de 50 years of his life travelling around the Salvator must serve as the foundaion to Austria Luis Salvador. This aricle looks at his erect a great intellectual ediice, based Editorial Viuda e Hijos de P.

Nuova most important anecdotes and reveals the constants and variables of the various Antologia: Director This is a life learning process that also disappeared, what remains today and of the Balearic Insitute. Furthermore, it is a ever, above all, his work must be spread cianae de Luis Salvador.

The principal themes in the area of natural I thus propose seeking the necessary Vol. The principal buion, raising awareness of the parallels poliical science and communicaion the- themes in the area of social sciences are and analogies described in the works of ory. The diferent themes will criteria of poliical science. One route that paricularly stands out was in Veneto and along its coast, which he undertook with great excitement. This and architectural marvels of the region. The falcons nest in the trast all the documentary material with started to appear.

Coming into contact with this This tourisic development atracted the islands, including the Columbretes. Reproduced below are some of his impact on the socieies that he was study- summarise the foremost marine species on impressions, originally writen in French: He also let many glance, the enchaning beauty of Venice diversity of tradiional costumes along the engravings of the landscapes and their […] Intoxicated with pleasure, I saw pass Adriaic coastline.

He therefore decided to most interesing features. These engrav- before me as though in a dream all the devote a work to these costumes so that ings show just how litle these islands have marvels of these watery labyrinths. I en- they would not be forgoten ALS, changed and the beneits of being de- countered a great many old acquaintances, The Archduke Aeolian Islands was a must. On his voyages Venice that I saw, brought together on a was, then, clear sighted as to the perils of between Mallorca and Trieste, or other single constantly changing canvas, sur- development, without being radically op- places beyond the Strait of Messina, they passed a thousand imes over what I had posed to it.

The Archduke rated the merits The principal themes of interest on this interested in the lora. In Abbazia Opaija , of this place so highly that he tried to buy a trip were art and architecture. At this early the bay trees atracted his atenion. This house on the island of Lipari, in the region stage, the Archduke was already develop- was a very damp area, where laurel groves of Pignataro, though the purchase was ing the descripive skills that enabled him grew in the ravines. He also observed that never inalised.

However, art than people ALS, During his stay in in the aestheics of the volcanic landscapes was not to be the central theme of his at- Abbazia, the Archduke made several ine of the Aeolian Islands. These volcanic forma- Mediterranean. Dubrovnik, formerly Ragusa, he was excit- ions have been inacive for hundreds of In the ield of architecture, it is interest- ed to discover the great planes growing years, allowing studies of the variaions in ing to observe the contrast that existed there ALS, , giganic trees over 40 landscape and lora over the passing years.

The architec- metres tall and more than years old. This comparison where the Archduke had one of his resi- one of their marvellous plane trees. In Muggia, as in many quickly change what nature takes so many areas of the coast and on the islands of A Central Line between North and years to produce. He teenth century, reproducing the before Abbazia was to become a great spa resort also menions the existence of the com- and ater of the crater of Vulcano in his where much of the Austro-Hungarian court mon yellow scorpion, Buthus occitanus, engravings.

In Abbazia, the paths across the islands ALS, He also observed the people and commerce. And, inal- period, the s, and returned in the sion. Interesingly, the Archduke comments ly, he was enthralled by the mosques and s. He was struck by two things in Biz- that the volcano was an efecive naviga- some of the sumptuous palaces.

On his irst visit, he was invited by the sul- On his second visit in the s, Ludwig The Archduke was also atracted by the tan, the Bey, to witness how he dispensed Salvator was interested in the changes in- culture and customs of the inhabitants of jusice. They had the Aeolian Islands. He took an interest in session was quite eloquent; he observed modernized the port and built large dykes the producion of malvasia wine, typical that he should not like to live in a country to ensure greater safety of operaions.

Ac- of the island of Salina. This wine was pro- where jusice was administered in this way, cording to the Archduke, Bizerte stood at a duced paricularly in the areas of Santa far preferring to live in a country that of- strategic point halfway between the Strait Maria and Malfa, though today vineyards fered a greater guarantee of jusice, such as of Gibraltar and the Suez Canal. One of the can be seen in many other parts of the he saw in the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

The Archduke himself became a a few years later, the enire region of Tunis logisic enclave. Its main products included producer of malvasia, with his vineyards on came under French rule and embarked on coal, which was the fuel of the ime. The the slopes of the Serra de Tramuntana on an extensive period of administraive devel- Archduke made several recommendaions Mallorca. Likewise, it is interesing to see opment and modernizaion. Archduke to label its wines. He was to city. It is a mountainous region, and the the front. It is interesing to read the descripion leaving us engravings of the cape from sea of the menus of dinners held for him by and from land.

Travels in the Southern Mediterranean: This products on each occasion. Some tasing been stoned just before his death on his suggests that the Mediterranean was a menus! He also noted the tradiional cos- return to Mallorca. The Archduke was, by much more integrated area in the past, tumes of the inhabitants and the crats then, the owner of the Miramar estate, and that it is only today that we are living related to ceramics or the typical ishing which had been home to the school of with our backs to a reality that is just a few and farming pracices of the region.

At that ime, overland The Archduke stopped of in the import- ime of Ramon Llull. This desinaion there- communicaions were very slow, and air ant towns and ciies he found on his way. He highlighted the fort ive. Routes and relaions that had existed of Djerba as the principal base of the fa- A Return to the Past at the Close of his in the Mediterranean for thousands of mous Turgut Reis, shown in a portrait.

The irst The Greek islands had a special signif- the ime of the Archduke. It is perhaps the thing the Archduke noted was the safe icance for the Archduke, for several rea- twenieth century that has made many of anchorage it ofered, protected by the sons. Firstly, they were a central place for these medium-haul routes redundant, as a Kerkennah Islands just of the coast. He the Austro-Hungarian Empire, as the Em- result of which north-south relaions in the points out that it is the best anchorage press Sissi had a palace there, on the island Mediterranean have sufered signiicantly.

The of Corfu, and the Archduke had countless When he was just twenty, the Archduke Archduke once again noted the people, the occasions to drop anchor there. The island made his irst trip to Tunisia ALS, Today, Sfax of Corfu is also a perfect place to put in In Tunis, he was struck by the colourful preserves the authenicity of a city that before sailing through the Strait of Otranto streets and bazaars. He wrote descripions remains uninvaded by tourism, with the and entering the Adriaic Sea. The main controversy was the doubt On Zakynthos he also observed the were to be his possessions near Prague, in surrounding the exact precedence of Ul- fauna.

He wrote about the turtles that laid Brandeis. The Balearic Islands, especially ysses, which most regarded as Ithaca, and their eggs on the beaches in the south of the Serra de Tramuntana on Mallorca, others as Lekada or other places in the the island. He also noted the presence of were to be his second home for twenty Ionian Sea. At that ime, he took an interest in and the islets lying south of Anipaxos passed through the city of Parga ALS, these islands because he wanted to carry ALS, Beyond this original On the islands, he enthused about the longed at that ime to the Otoman Em- interest, the Archduke went on to explore predominant lora, which were the olive pire.

This gave it a geostrategic importance the islands in depth ALS, Olive trees were Further south, the Archduke took a boat outstanding. He who actually numbered them to idenify On this trip, he took note mostly of histor- noiced the island of Tagomago and the the owners, because the owner of the land ical, architectural and landscape themes. On Ithaca he was drawn most of Naupactus , known as the site of the Bat- of which he produced several engravings, all by the history and mythology related tle of Lepanto, which changed the patern viewed from the coast, from the sea, and to Ulysses.

There are various places on of geostrategic dominance of the Mediter- from the nearby hills, which also ofered the island that could have been the birth ranean in the sixteenth century. On Formen- place of Ulysses, such as Stavros or Aetos, Outstanding landscape features include tera, the Archduke centred on the area though none has been exactly determined. Today, a modern bridge introduces an language of the Balearic Islands, Catalan, Again on Ithaca it was the landscape outstanding element to complement the as he himself wrote.

So great was his inter- that drew him. Here too, the combinaion area.

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Lepanto with its town wall, castle est that in the general part of Die Balearen, of sea and mountain pleased the Arch- and port is a beauiful complex that is well he devoted one hundred pages to it ALS, duke above all. Both the mountains in worth visiing. In these one hundred pages, the south and the mountains in the north Finally, the Archduke reached the far he describes the history of the language, ofered magniicent views of the island end of the Gulf where, today, the com- the diferences and similariies with main- ALS, He also menioned the beau- pleted Corinth Canal runs.

The Archduke land Catalan over the years, and the way ty of the natural port of Ithaca, from its describes the three Corinths, all worth the language lost ground, paricularly, in mouth near Aetos to the most protected visiing: New Corinth, in the style of ciies his opinion, as of the reign of the Catholic part in the area of the village of Ithaca. It with a colonial loor plan that were built Kings. The sea-mountain taining churches and mosques. Here, the Beyond the obvious appeal Palma held combinaion of the clifs in the west and Archduke produced one of his engravings, for him, promping him to study it in south of the island was of great interest showing the slender tongue of earth that depth, he devoted himself with surprising to the Archduke.

He also highlighted the forms the strait. The Desire to Go Further engravings. Although of lesser importance, sa Vaca. In the case of Palma, the hundred orchestras playing it in unison. The Archduke produced marvel- importance of hard work and sustainable public buildings, and outlines several iin- lous engravings of all of them. He was a European and Mediter- of the city, as well as the palaces of great- importance of Ciutadella, where the Arch- ranean humanist who should be a source est architectural interest. He studied the Serra de or the Castle of Sant Felip. The re- its own that made it quite unique.

Then come three great beauty. Prague, and Sa Dragonera. Below it lie the Mediterranean in the nineteenth century. But he did ind sioned by the Archduke, Catalina Homar is his niche in literature: His eager- Madam, sink. The Archduke ended the aged to establish Miramar, his short-lived to drink from the cup of sorrow, of human evening in the company of his cousin, the school of Eastern languages. He swung from the sublime to the Captain General, seing of to visit twin sis- to provide a place in which to train priests grotesque, as does life in general, though ters in the outskirts of Palma, one of whom for their future mission to open the eyes in his case perhaps in a more exaggerated had violet eyes.

The military man pointed of inidels to the Truth, through an art manner. The slim young man who arrived out the danger of showing such curiosity, to which he ceaselessly devoted himself in Mallorca in , protected by the rela- though not without equivocal malicious throughout the years of his conversion to ive anonymity of the itle of Count of Neu- insinuaion. For reasons sill unclear to dorf, eventually became an old man un- Some of the quirks of the character scholars on the subject, though the school done by the fast life he lived.

He threw himself into more or less explicitly, those of the Arch- sufered by the crown, it was soon closed the task of stretching all limits while, at duke. He needed sions a sculpture in memory of Margali- Archduke: It is worth recalling the sirens and the din of history. Excitable, Joan Mayol, the narrator. It was the irst ime agreeable spots upon which to gaze, is another similar, but much more dramaic that I had seen the ferile shore, covered in deserving of a study to explore the source one: Catalina Homar, the Archduke commis- with no bare clifs, miry beaches or deso- Given this quick sketch it would sill sioned Giulio Monteverde to create a sculp- late sand dunes.

On the coasts of France, be impossible to come up with the table ture of Carrara marble that was, in fact, a even on the heights of Port-Vendres, from of contents of a succinct biography of funerary monument which was eventually where I once had a lovely view of the Archduke Ludwig Salvator of the House placed in the gardens of the Son Moragues shore, the sea seemed to me to be dirty of Habsburg-Lorraine, simply referred to estate.

At the ime, Monteverde was a re- and its proximity unpleasant. In order to der your very feet, and seem to pursue you an arist, or for a writer. He emerges from put a stop to that vandalism, the Archduke in increasing numbers like a nightmare. Writer Josep Pla noted the efect the Archduke bought that land as well. Pla suggested that chopping down old trees, here and there. Every step we took on the sinuous island and look at more understandable fearlessly, he dedicated millions to the mountain brought us a new vista more things, like the ig trees, whose fruit ofers beauty of this marvelous coast and to the enchaning than the one before A I enjoy ambiguous parables.

Following the screening, Juli was reworked. This is what experience does: You wish to is the spot where the human eye connects ofer a portrait of souls, and souls cannot Our character in quesion was so com- with the sea: From there, Joan Alcover be captured in a portrait. They are invisi- mited to Posiivism in his scieniic works, could, from his home, gaze at the sea of ble. What you must atempt to capture is so careful and controlled in the descrip- Palma sunsets hailed by Gelabert, and a sausage with white beans.

How this mere senimental expression to the level dad. Let us go back coninually engage in the arisic process. The with no set home, like the Moors. Reading this book challenges the from people. Pointers for Those the Malvasia variety. For example, Cori, a wriings, drawings, maps, sketches, etc. His work and literary world that he inhabited. It also a rather tenebrous relaionship with her provided a broad overall vision achieved opens the door to talking about his Mallor- cousin, the archduke, wrote the following through the use of Tabulae Ludovicianae, can properies as the closest he had ever about him: His yacht is a of the paricular spot in quesion:

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