Saturday, August 10, 2013

The Era of Expansive Leaders is Over


Champ de Mars, by the Eiffel Tower

Photo of me in France, as a young girl, post Ethiopia.
This was taken in June 1973, six months after we arrived in Paris.
I am smiling, but my expression is serious.



Mark Moncrieff sent me this lovely comment on my post Flowers For the Emperor:
Dear Kidist

What amazing photos!

How many people can say they have met an Emperor, let alone held his hand?

Thank you for sharing these photos.

Mark

Upon Hope Blog - A Traditional Conservative Future
I hardly post on myself, and less so on my early childhood years. They were a little magical (that magical land of my birth and childhood, which is forever relegated to memory) and also difficult, since we were abruptly uprooted from the only home we knew when we moved to Paris. It takes a lot to rebuild a new life, even for young children. That is why I don't blame immigrants for their desire to revive the country they knew in the new country they've entered. And that is why I tell them to "go back," especially those immigrants (e.g. Ethiopians) with little affinity to the western cultures of America or Canada.

I met, or rather I saw, the Emperor another time, a little earlier on. We were driving back from the countryside after a brief holiday, when his car, and entourage, drove by us. We stopped our car, as was customary, and required, and we went out of the car to bow (greet) him. Someone from the entourage recognized my father. And I was given a gold medallion.

I think the era of emperors is over. It is complicated, the anointing of leaders, the homage given them, and the way they're allowed to lead. Perhaps people want less ostentatious leadership now, preferring to "bow" to less imposing leaders, like the heads of their companies or work places. And they want less formal leaders like fathers, or media personalities.

People still need leaders. I don't know how we will maneuver our modern era's dislike of leaders. Perhaps what we need is a more Godly world. If we believe in God, and that he is our leader, everything else should fall into place.

I'm reviewing various articles on George Washington, and his dissociation from the British as a way to release Americans from this burden of adulation, and how modestly, and humbly, he took on his role as the leader of the newly forming country. I think he formed America. He was the quintessential leader, where his presence in history resulted with the shape and essence of a whole country. But, I think that he genuinely wouldn't believe this, and that he was only performing his duty.

About George Washington, a leader and father, Lawrence Auster said this:
On the invisibility of Washington in America, I think this is a major factor in our loss of national identity. He is the largest and most important (as well as the most interesting as far as I’m concerned) figure in our history. For Americans (including conservatives) to know next to nothing about him, the father of our country, is a mark against us. It is as though someone knew and cared nothing about his own father, who just happened to be one of the greatest men who ever lived. There’s something seriously amiss here.
Washington tried to be a father to John Parke Custis, the son of his wife Martha. But he was disappointed by this young man, and:
...betrayed the exasperation of a hard-working man coping with a spoiled and rich boy. [Ron Chernow. Washington: A Life. P. 156]
Chernow writes about Washington's bid for presidency:
As his name was bruited about for president, Washington as caught in an excruciating predicament. Merely to broach the topic, even in strict confidence with friends, might seem to betray some secret craving on his part. As he later confessed to Hamilton, he dared not seek advice: "For situated as I am, I could hardly bring the question into the slightest discussion, or ask an opinion, even in the most confidential manner, without betraying, in my judgment, some impropriety of conduct."...

Washington had to undergo this ritual of spurning the proffered crown [of the presidency as introduced by ...Hamilton]. "On the delicate subject with which you conclude your letter, I can say nothing," Washington replied. "For you know me well enough, my good Sir, to be persuaded that I am not guilty of affectation when I tell you, it is my great and sole desire to live and die, in peace and retirement, on my own farm...while you and some others who are acquainted with my heart would acquit, the world and prosterity might probably accuse me of inconsistency and ambition." So among those whose opinion Washington considered was posterity. He portrayed himself as paralyzed by indecision an referred to the "dreaded dilemma of being forced to accept or refuse" the presidency. Whenever he mused about the problem, he told Hamilton, he "felt a kind of gloom upon my mind."...

Hamilton contended that Washington's refusal to become president would "throw everything into confusion." This was what Washington yearned to hear: that overwhelming necessity demanded that he make the supreme sacrifice and serve as president...

The public clamor for Washington to become president arose from his eroism, his disinterested patriotism, and his willingness to surrender his wartime command. Another, if minor factor, was his apparent sterility and lack of children, which made it seem that he had been divinely preserved in an immaculate state to become the Father of His Country. In March 1788, in listing the arguments for electing Washington, the Massachusettes Centinel include this one: "As having no son - and therefore not exposing us to the danger of a hereditary successor."This was a plausible fear at a time when monarchs routinely made dynastic marriages and when people worried that European powers would subvert the new republican government...To sway Washington to run, Gouverneur Morris slyly alluded to his childless state: "You will become the father to more than three millions of children." Washington: A Life. Ron Chernow. Pp. 548-550.
The sad family affair with his step-son Custis notwithstanding, Washington became a father, after all.

Leaders who aspire for excellence, understand the burden of their responsibility. Washington's particular character also made him anxious. But, his humility in front of his ordeal was perhaps his greatest strength, which enabled him to build, and preside over, the largest country in the world, yet in many ways, the most humble.


George Washington as a young boy. "Father, I cannot tell a lie: I cut the tree."
Engraving by John C. McRae from a painting by G. G. White.


More information on the engraving:
By: John C. McRae, act. 1850-1880
George Gorgas White (1835-1898) (after)
John C. McRae (act. 1850-1880) (engraver)
"Father, I Can Not Tell a Lie: I Cut the Tree."
John C. McRae, New York: 1867
Engraving, uncolored
14.75 x 21.5 inches image
19.75 x 26 inches overall

Please excuse my lack of humility in placing George Washington's image (and story) with mine. But, juxtaposing my ordinariness with his greatness would likely be to his approval.
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Update and Correction on Post: Reclaiming One's Rights!


(More information on this 2005 Time article at the end of the post)
Whenever I see photos or movies with young homosexuals, I am always struck by the lost look in their eyes. This existential angst also has subtle narcissistic qualities about it, that underlines their introverted, self-pitying gaze. It is not surprising that suicide, a violent and aggressive decision, is highest amongst adolescent homosexuals.


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In the post Reclaiming One's Rights!, Tiberge, who sent in the article along with her comments wrote:
There was an interesting article a while back about a 7th century church that was unearthed in Paris. I thought of you. I said to myself that the church was reclaiming its existence after being hidden for 1400 years. In addition, it was unearthed on the site of the Paris police headquarters, something that aroused much humor among the anti-gay protesters who had been arrested or molested on that very site. Talk of reclaiming one's rights! I did not do a post, but I'm sending the link in case you decide to write about this. I wonder what other marvels are slumbering beneath Paris streets.
She asked me to make the following correction.

Instead of "Anti-gay protesters," it should be: "anti-gay marriage protesters".

Explaining this, Tiberge continues:
The reason is that these protesters were not anti-gay. They held no grudge against gays as people. They were against gay marriage and adoption. That is what all the demonstrations were about.
We have entered the nuanced and complex world of homosexuals.

Tiberge, and the protesters, are being generous. I am less so.

We should hold animosity toward homosexuals as individuals. Not a grudge, but a clear rejection of the lives they lead. They as individuals have made the choice, however much they say they have no choice in the matter, to lead lives contrary to the majority of people on earth. And many homosexuals, even the passive ones who appear to just be living their lives quietly, are activists. All, in one way or another, advocate their way of life, and aim to add "members" to their "community."

The quotes below are by the lesbian Camille Paglia, the least "invasive" of homosexuals, but who nonetheless, by her very choice of her way of life, is one of the advocates of homosexuality that she abhorrs. The quotes are coherently put together by Albert Dean Byrd in this article he co-authored. Albert Dean Byrd was a former president of the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality.
"Homosexuality is not 'normal.' On the contrary it is a challenge to the norm...Nature exists whether academics like it or not. And in nature, procreation is the single relentless rule. That is the norm. Our sexual bodies were designed for reproduction...No one is born gay. The idea is ridiculous...homosexuality is an adaptation, not an inborn trait.....

"Is the gay identity so fragile that it cannot bear the thought that some people may not wish to be gay? Sexuality is highly fluid, and reversals are theoretically possible. However, habit is refractory, once the sensory pathways have been blazed and deepened by repetition-a phenomenon obvious in the struggle with obesity, smoking, alcoholism or drug addiction....helping gays to learn to function heterosexually, if they wish, is a perfectly worthy aim.

"We should be honest enough to consider whether homosexuality may not indeed be a pause a the prepubescent stage where children anxiously band together by gender....current gay cant insists that homosexuality is 'not a choice,' that no one would choose to be gay in a homophobic society. But there is an element of choice in all behavior, sexual or otherwise. It takes an effort to deal with the opposite sex; it is safer with your own kind. The issue is one of challenge versus comfort." (Paglia, C. Vamps and Tramps. New York: Vintage Books. 1994, pp. 70, 72, 76, 77, 78, 91).
The tragedy of the homosexual movement is that I think it is convincing (coercing) more and more young boys to follow its lead. All of modern media in some way or other accept homosexuality, don't question its premises, goals and inaccuracies, and give it a green light to proceed undisturbed in its quest to add more members. Vulnerable young boys, whatever the cause and root of their vulnerability, are an easy target. And once they are in the enclaves of homosexuality, which I think is stronger than alcohol or tobacco addiction since it involves the affection of another human being, it is much harder for them to get out.

Paglia's Vamps and Tramps is well worth reading. She has a few chapters on homosexuality, and here is an excerpt from the chapter Rebel Love: Homosexuality:
Homosexuality may be the key to understanding the whole of human sexuality. No subject cuts in so many directions into psychology, sociology, history, and morality. The incidence, as well as visibility, of homosexuality has certainly increased in the Western world in the past twenty-five years. But discussion of it rapidly became over politicized after the Stonewall rebellion of 1969, which began the gay liberation movement. Viewpoints polarized: people were labeled pro-gay or anti-gay, with little room in between. For the past decade, the situation has been out of control: responsible scholarship is impossible when rational discourse is being policed by storm troopers, in this case gay activists, who have the absolutism of all fanatics in claiming sole access to the truth.” (Paglia, Vamps and Tramps, p. 67)
[Note: My bold emphasis. Vamps and Tramps was published in 1994, and I suspect that the incidence, as well as visibility, of homosexuality has increased even more, now another twenty years later.]
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The collage above from Time magazine refers to an article by John Cloud, a homosexual. Here is what NARTH (National Association for Research and Therapy of Homosexuality) says about John Cloud, and his article "The Battle Over Gay Teens":
October 6, 2005 - Time magazine's cover story for October 10, 2005 is "The Battle Over Gay Teens" by gay journalist John Cloud. The author's sexual orientation and background as an advocate for gay affirmative reporting* is not mentioned in the article.

Cloud describes the growing strength of gay teen groups on high campuses known as Gay Straight Alliance (GSA) clubs sponsored by the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network (GLSEN). According to Cloud (using numbers supplied by GLSEN) the number of GSAs has grown from 100 to 3000 in eight years.

Kevin Jennings, head of GLSEN told Cloud: "We're gonna win because of what's happening in high schools right now ... this is the generation that gets it." According to Cloud, the popular media is helping teens who believe they are gay to openly express their homosexual attractions without the "loneliness and longing that characterized the childhoods of so many gay adults."

Cloud notes that gay teens can now watch fictional and real teens who have come out on shows like "Desperate Housewives," the dating show "Next" on MTV and "Degrassi" high school. A glossy magazine, YGA is also available to help young gay teens affirm their sexual orientation.

Cloud quotes Dr. Ritch Savin-Williams, author of The New Gay Teenager, who claims that few gay teens want to change their sexual orientation. According to Savin-Williams, an average of only 13% of gay teens want to become straight.

Exodus International's Youth outreach is briefly covered by Cloud, but he says, "A lot of Exodus youths seemed captives of their Christianity, caught in a hermetic loop of lust and gay sex (or masturbation) followed by confession and grim determination."

Cloud appeared on "The O'Reilly Factor" on Oct. 4 to discuss his cover story with Bill O'Reilly. He told the talk show host, "... I don't think they're coming out as a political act, and that's also new for these kids. I think they're coming out because it is who they are, and they don't want to hide in the closet. They see no reason to hide. So - but the politics - the gay - you know, a lot of these kids aren't necessarily interested in gay politics culture as gay activists have formed it."

NARTH (National Association for Research and Therapy of Homosexuality) Scientific Advisory Committee member Dr. Richard Fitzgibbons sent a letter of concern to Time magazine over John Cloud's article. His letter is reprinted below:
The Time writer of the gay teen article and the president of the APA have done a serious disservice to teens, their parents and educators by ignoring the well designed research studies on suicide and mental illness in those with same sex attractions.

Two well designed major studies of young people with same sex attractions published in the Archives of General Psychiatry revealed they were over 6 times as likely to have attempted suicide, 4 times as likely as their peers to suffer major depression, almost three times as likely to suffer generalized anxiety disorder, nearly 4 times as likely to experience conduct disorder, 5 times as likely to have nicotine dependence, 6 times as likely to suffer multiple disorders.

Teenagers have the right to know the truth and should be given informed consent by doctors, school psychologists and counselors, educators and parents as to the serious emotional, mental and physical illnesses associated with the homosexual lifestyle.

Rick Fitzgibbons, M.D.
100 Four Falls Center, Suite 312
W. Conshohocken, PA 19428
610-397-0950
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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Reclaiming One's Rights!


Map of Île de la Cité, Pairs, ca. 1550
Source: Vrije Universiteit, Amsterdam


Tiberge, from Galliawatch sent the article below with the following comment:
There was an interesting article a while back about a 7th century church that was unearthed in Paris. I thought of you. I said to myself that the church was reclaiming its existence after being hidden for 1400 years. In addition, it was unearthed on the site of the Paris police headquarters, something that aroused much humor among the anti-gay protesters who had been arrested or molested on that very site. Talk of reclaiming one's rights! I did not do a post, but I'm sending the link in case you decide to write about this. I wonder what other marvels are slumbering beneath Paris streets.
(Here is an English language version of the article, which discusses the discovery of a medieval church in the heart of Paris. I've decided not to translate the article, since French is a beautiful language to read. And if you read it aloud, some of its aural beauty might also be transmitted).

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Une église médiévale découverte dans le 4ème arrondissement de Paris

Une église médiévale du septième siècle a été découverte lors de travaux à la Préfecture de Police. Ce trésor archéologique pourrait permettre d'en savoir plus sur la formation de la ville de Paris.

Des travaux à la Préfecture de Police ont permis de découvrir une église médiévale du septième siècle, bâtie en 635. Cette trouvaille pourrait permettre aux archéologues d'en savoir plus sur le passé de la capitale.

La découverte a eu lieu au numéro 2 de la rue de Lutèce, au cœur de l'île de la Cité, au cours de travaux destinés à construire un nouveau hall d'accueil pour le public.

Un site archéologique très prisé

"Avec la montagne Sainte-Geneviève, l'île de la Cité est l'un des points les plus sensibles de la Lutèce archéologique", explique Xavier Peixoto, le responsable des fouilles "car c'est là que les premiers occupants se sont installés".

Les archéologues projettent donc d'ici la fin de leurs recherches, en septembre, "d'aller au plus profond possible, pour essayer de connaître le niveau de formation de l'îlot", indique Xavier Peixoto. Selon lui, le banc de sable devenu l'île de la Cité existait déjà en l'an -3000.

Sur le site de l'ancien atelier de serrurerie de la préfecture de police, on a trouvé une pierre tombale du XVIe siècle, des squelettes et des sépultures de la fin du Moyen-Âge, certaines contenant des vases à encens. Les fondations d'une autre église, bâtie en 1632 et détruite en 1860 lors des travaux d'Haussmann et appartenant à l'ordre des Barnabites, ont aussi été mises à jour.

Le passé de Paris dévoilé?

Les spécialistes de l'Inrap (Institut national de recherches archéologiques préventives) disposent à présent de quelques mois pour étudier le site.

Leur objectif : déterminer la chronologie précise de la création de la ville. En effet, les origines de la Lutèce antique restent un enjeu historique majeur. Le doute plane encore sur sa localisation exacte.

Les textes de César placent Lutèce sur une île, mais aucun vestige gaulois significatif n'y a jamais été trouvé. Certains archéologues envisagent également que la ville gauloise ait été située plus en aval, au niveau de Nanterre (Hauts-de-Seine). La cité se serait développée ultérieurement, sur la montagne Sainte-Geneviève.

Selon Xavier Peixoto, les Gaulois se seraient relocalisés vers la fin du IIIe siècle, poussés par la crise économique et la montée de l'insécurité.

Les visiteurs auront la possibilité de se rendre gratuitement sur ce chantier, ouvert au public ces samedi et dimanche de 10h à 18h, pour la 4e édition des journées nationales de l'archélologie.
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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I don't mean this to be a "Kidist" site, but in view of my posts on how non-Western people eventually end up returning to their non-Western roots, and even to the detriment of the Western countries they inhabit, here is a some more autobiographical information about me (my last post was Flowers for the Emperor, about my childhood in Ethiopia).

I wrote this little poem while in elementary school at the Addis Abeba English School. It was published in the year book, in 1092.

Here is how the poem was printed. It was surely my design, to make the snake poem look like a snake:


I was nine years old, just a few months before we were to leave for Paris.

Here is a newspaper article about my scholarship to Dover College, in England. I was thirteen wen I received the scholarship. I attended Dover College, from thirteen to seventeen, when I was accepted on a partial scholarship to Lock Haven State College, now Lock Haven University, in Pennsylvania.

Flowers For the Emperor



I found the above collage on some website. I was looking for information on the Ethiopian Calender.

I was touched by the many expressions of Haile Selassie, which mostly are kind and intelligent.

He was maligned after his death by everyone, including those who were scurrying around him during his reign,

He might have to take some of the blame, but ultimately, it is his "entourage" which gave him false information, which ignited the country's student and other demonstrations through the leftist policies they were slowly incorporating into the country, and which essentially brought on the vicious Mengistu Haile Mariam regime, which almost destroyed the country.

Most of this "entourage" was ultimately executed by Haile Mariam, who wouldn't even save them, who helped him come to power.

Some cleverly left the country, having anticipated the avalanche that was about to descend on the country.

Ethiopia, and especially the leading and ruling Amhara group, is slowly regaining strength. My projection is that the country will split into southern and northern regions, with the Christian Amhara dominating the north, and Muslims pushing into the south. Young Ethiopians (Amhara), born and bred in the west, are returning, and trying to foster some kind of connection to the country. I think this is a good thing.

Below are photos of me before my family left for Paris, where I was chosen to give flowers to the Emperor. In his kind and engaging way, he was asking me my name and where I went to school.



Here is the post I did at Camera Lucida, describing my meeting:
I don't think I've ever posted photos of myself, other than my profile picture. This blog isn't really about "me" although I hope my voice is distinct in what, and how, I write. Personalized blogs are really boring, after the initial fascination with who the individual is, so I've always avoided that.

Now, after that long explanation! I decided to post the above photo.

I was chosen to present flowers to Emperor Haile Selassie. The dress and cape were especially made for the occasion. I wasn't really instructed on what to do, how to do it, and what to do after I gave the flowers. But, I do remember following closely behind. I was rewarded with a call from the Emperor to join him at the end of the tour. He took my hand, my wrist as I remember and as the photo shows, and led me toward the exit, asking me my name, and questions about my school. I was not shy at all, and talked, like little girls do, to this nice old man, with the pleasant smile who didn't seem at all like the imposing figure that everyone seemed to fear.

Later on, people were gently admonishing me for looking straight in his eyes when giving the flowers. But look at how seriously he took my small task of giving him the flowers. And he must have found me just a little amusing, with his interested and gentle smile as he took my hand.

Within a year of my flower presentation, my family left hurriedly for France, which projected me into a whirlwind of cities and countries from Paris, to Dover (England), Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Connecticut in the US, and now in Toronto Canada.

And not short after that, the Emperor was no more.

It is only recently that Ethiopians who believed in those "changes" are having second (weak) thoughts about those events. Things didn't turn out as they had planned (although "planned" is too definitive of "revolutions." A better work, to give them some credit, might be "hoped.")

The country will never return to monarchy, but ordinary people are yearning for some kind of hierarchical stability, where good men, and good kings, through spiritual and traditional guidance, tried to rule with their best interests at heart.
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Updated Article: Truth and Fiction in Polanski’s The Ghost Writer: Article Published at Frontpage Magazine

I've updated the post Truth and Fiction in Polanski’s The Ghost Writer: Article Published at Frontpage Magazine by adding some images from the film, more background on the film, as well as a short audio of a piece of composition by Alexandre Desplat, who composed the music for the film.

The updated article is here.
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Truth and Fiction in Polanski’s The Ghost Writer: Article Published at Frontpage Magazine


Study for Eagle Head, Manchester, Massachusetts
Painted by: Winslow Homer, 1836–1910
Date Painted: 1869
Medium: Oil on wood
Dimensions: 9 1/2 x 21 1/4 in.
Location: Metropolitan Museum of Art


The coastal scenes of the fictional Massachusetts village of Old Haven on Martha's Vineyard of the Ghost Writer were actually filmed on the island of Sylt in the North Sea. Polanski had an extradition over his head if he were to return to the U.S.

Did Polanksi know Homer's Study for Eagle Head, Manchester, Massachusetts, and did he use it as a reference for his coastal scenes in Ghostwriter?

Below is the completed painting, with a few characters added onto the beach, reminiscent of Ruth and the Ghostwriter on the Martha Vineyard beach.


Eagle Head, Manchester, Massachusetts (High Tide)
Painted by: Winslow Homer, 1836–1910)
Date Painted: 1870
Medium: Oil on canvas
Dimenstions26 x 38 in
Location: Metropolitan Museum of Art



Ruth and the Ghostwriter walking on the dunes, with a bodyguard following behind

Below is "The Ghostwriter" (played by Ewan McGregor), in former British Prime Minister Adam Lang's Martha Vineyard home (with a stellar performance by Pierce Brosnan as Lang), who is ghostwriting Lang's autobiography. He stayed in Lang's home, and was given an office (shown below) to do his work.

The view of the exterior is the fictional Old Haven on Martha's Vineyard's, where Lang and his wife are staying. It is actually filmed on the North Sea island of Styl.



The film's music is by Alexandre Desplat. Below is the video of the composition The Truth of Ruth, which occurs whenever Ruth is in a decisive scene. The title is a play on Ruth's name and her actions and decisions. She is hiding secrets. The music starts delicately, and takes on ominous overtones. Desplat appears to be influenced by the stacatto, the minimalist and repetitious melody compositions of Philip Glass.



Truth and Fiction in Polanski's The Ghost Writer was an article of mine published in Frontpage Magazine on April 1 2010. I received US$70 for the article.

Although my article is an analysis of the film's aesthetics, I wove in political elements (after all, the film is about political assassinations as its main theme). But the film's story is related through visuals rather than polemics. In fact, there is very little dialogue, which is often cryptic (as I discuss in the article).

I added the "political" parts since Glazov and the editors at Frontpage Magazine were asking me to incorporate more political news and events in my articles.

I watched the film again, on television a couple of night ago. It is as impressive these years later as when I first watched it.

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Here is the article:

Truth and Fiction in Polanski's The Ghost Writer
Kidist P. Asrat
Frontpage Magazine, April 1, 2012

Roman Polanski’s new film The Ghost Writer permeates with America-as-a-danger-to-the-world cliché. This could be merely his knee-jerk reaction (or perhaps vendetta) towards a country that still has an arrest warrant hanging over his head. Perhaps Polanski wants us to follow Coleridge’s “a willing suspension of disbelief” when it comes to the villainous America of The Ghost Writer. But it’s preferable (and perfectly possible) to ignore the movie’s incriminations and take the story as some fictional international intrigue.

The Ghost Writer’s former British Prime Minister Adam Lang (with a stellar performance by Pierce Brosnan, who will nonetheless go down in history as a second-rate Bond) defends the “bad guys” and justifies racial profiling so ardently, one wonders if that is what Polanski himself believes. Therefore, it is not even certain if Polanski is bound to this anti-Americanism. And he coats The Ghost Writer with such crafty, dark humor, that he brings levity to the political plot. Still, this new film is a small gem of visual mastery, made by a director with a bad reputation, but with a very good eye.

Prime Minister Lang oversees an American backed kidnapping of al Qaeda terrorists, whom he then orders to be waterboarded for information. The International Criminal Court deems this illegal, and he is to be brought to trial for war crimes. And only the Americans can save him. His connections with America lie deep and long, and especially with the CIA, which started his political career when a flamboyant Cambridge University student, making him, as the Prime Minister of Britain, one of the most powerful men in the world, supported by the most powerful country in the world.

Polanski exposes subtle personal dynamics within this grandiose political act. Lang is in the process of writing his memoirs. He has had to hire a new ghostwriter because his former one was found dead on the shores by Martha’s Vineyard, where Lang is staying during a lecture tour in America. Lang had a close, friendly relationship with this original ghostwriter. Yet, this friend’s death points towards Lang and his entourage as the suspects. And he later learns that this friend betrayed him by leaking political secrets. Lang is on Martha’s Vineyard in a secluded fort-like mansion with two women who, in their own ways, support and fortify him. There is his quick-witted but acerbic wife Ruth (played by English actress Olivia Williams), on whose advice he relies to make his political decisions. And his indispensible secretary Amelia Bly (Sex and the City’s Kim Cattrall convincingly transformed in business attire) is also his mistress. After Lang realizes that it is a political rival who exposed his illegal – as deemed by the ICC – activities, he views it more as the politician’s personal revenge for having been fired from Lang’s cabinet, rather than any principled political beliefs that he might hold.

Lang’s new ghostwriter (played by Ewan McGregor) meets Lang and his duo of wife/adviser and secretary/mistress for the first time on this island mansion. He introduces himself to Lang as, “I’m your ghost,” and is nameless for the rest of the film. This new ghostwriter remains an insipid character throughout, but his naïveté inadvertently helps him to unravel the mystery he’s been forced into. We, the audience, in the tradition of Polanski’s other mystery movie Chinatown, follow him along as he wanders through false signs and positive leads until he finally solves the puzzle.

The capricious ocean, whose shoreline Ruth often traverses in long solitary walks, and along which McGregor is caught during a potential storm, is reminiscent of Winslow Homer’s paintings of rough seas. It is appropriate that the original ghostwriter’s dead body turns up on these volatile shores, setting the stage for the mystery and turmoil that is to be part of McGregor’s stay on the island.

Transparent Secrecy

The Ghost Writer is a film about secrecy poised as transparency, about superficial facades and hidden truths. One of the earliest scenes of the film is a close-up of gray waves rolling over a dead body. The following scene is a long shot of sky, water and sandy beach for as far as the eye can see, with the dead body an amorphous mass. Did we really see what we just saw? Was the object a dead body? As we later connect the dots, we realize that this was the body of Lang’s ghostwriter. No one is willing to clarify whether the cause of death was suicide, drowning, or the unspeakable possibility, murder.

Glass looms everywhere in The Ghost Writer. At the Rhinehart publishing house in London where McGregor has his contract finalized, walls have been demolished and replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything is visible from the outside. Even internally, sections are divided by unyielding transparency. There is no hiding from anything. But is there? Despite this open concept interior design, there are a few secured, sacred rooms. Naturally, one such is the CEO’s office. And that is where the contract negotiations take place, where McGregor expects frankness – after all, this is about a memoir – but secrecy and deceit seem to be the rule.

The modernist fort-like mansion on the island is the epitome of the architecture of glass. Whole walls have been transformed into windows, which are kept free from confining shutters or curtains. It’s as though the outside has been brought inside. But the freedom and transparency are illusionary, since the mansion is like a prison, with the ocean as its barricade. And throughout the building, elaborate measures of security guards, checkpoints, and hidden alarm systems are in place. Ruth describes it “like being exiled with Napoleon in St. Helena.”

False Frames

Polanski uses every possible opportunity for a frame: windows and doorways; television screens; computer monitors; paint canvasses; and the ultimate frame on which the movie is projected to us, the audience. These frames all enclose something supposedly concrete and truthful. Yet, all image-makers know how deceptive and unreliable the frame (and framing) can be.

The mansion’s giant windows are like huge movie screens projecting the expansive and exhilarating ocean. But this very ocean is what constrains the protagonists on the island. News stories and images on TV are carefully selected and edited for their meaning, such as the torture scenes that were “reenacted” to affect high drama. An old man framed behind a screen door, like a classic Paul Strand photograph of a rustic native, looks menacingly at McGregor sheltering on his porch from the rain. Yet, the old man is simply concerned about the dead body that was found on the shore. The many paintings that are scattered around the mansion are abstract expressionist, with elusive meanings and no decipherable images. Is Polanski also telling us to question what we see on the giant screen that projects his film to us?

Color Codes

The film is infused with gray. Like the color-field artists who used color on whole canvases as an atmospheric device, Polanski covers his film canvas with an omnipresent gray. Gray is the ocean where death occurred. The giant gray concrete walls of the ghostwriter’s headquarters display gray abstract paintings. The cars that dangerously maneuver the island’s country roads under the gray sky are shiny gray. Bland gray clothes cover Ruth’s body. Gray swathes everything in a shroud.

This pervasive gray hides dangers and truths. It covers the expository sun; Ruth’s tempestuous personality; the dead body on the beach. A gray fog of rain and mist constantly envelops the island. The wailing foghorn of an ever-present lighthouse regularly warns of the dangers the impenetrable gray moisture may conceal.

Yet, Polanski taunts us with splashes (or slashes) of red throughout the film. Red flashes in and out of view on the steady, permanent gray. In gray London, only the double-decker buses are bright and red. The somber gray fort is decorated with red canvases of abstract paintings. Amelia, who is always dressed in shades of gray (and black and white which blend into gray), holds a notebook with a daring red gash at the binder. All the news logos, including CNN’s and the BBC’s, are in red. Red curtains cover hotel windows, and a red glow from exterior neon lights frames McGregor’s face in the hotel room he escapes to from his pursuers. Ruth changes to red when her husband is away and she gets a chance to seduce her young guest, the ghostwriter. Even the lighthouse has red stripes. Red is danger; red is blood. We have been forewarned.

Coded Language

Language is manipulated and unreliable everywhere in the film. When McGregor is first exposed to this project, his agent tells him, “Rumor has it that the manuscript is a crock of s***.” Throughout the mansion, Polanski hangs paintings and prints with either undecipherable words, or words with their meanings truncated from their context. What we do get to read in the art poster in Amelia’s office is negative, menacing words like “Scornful, Disdainful,” or “Love worth killing for.” Shady double entendres make up a good part of the jokes. A memoir intended to tell a straightforward written account of a life becomes rife with code. “All the words are there, but they’re in the wrong order,” says McGregor. When McGregor exposes the lies that Lang has told about his past, through documents that his dead ghostwriter left behind, Ruth retorts with, “Trust McAra (the original ghostwriter) to ruin a good story with too much research.” Truth is a liability, and should be evaded. Like McGregor, we have to selectively string together the words and language we are given to arrive at the truth. Lang, Ruth, Amelia, and ultimately Polanski are unwilling to help us.

Authentic Sound

A score composed specifically for the film by Alexandre Desplat, a young but seasoned composer with more than a dozen film scores to his name, including Julie and Julia and The Girl with a Pearl Earring, holds this Rubik’s Cube of a movie together. Desplat’s composition for The Ghost Writer skillfully integrates sound with images by introducing themes, accentuating suspense, and exposing emotions as varied as romance and fear. He even uses humoristic sequences to support Polanski’s entry into black comedy. Desplat, who worked closely with the film footage, incorporates many ambient sounds like car horns and clanking iron into his score. One of the most important is the island lighthouse’s foghorn. Desplat uses this as his resounding motif, producing a melodic sequence that uses the rise and fall of the foghorn’s moans to accentuate the sense of danger.

It is hard not to compare Desplat with Alfred Hitchcock’s prized composer Bernard Herrmann. In Vertigo, Herrmann incorporates a foghorn’s call for danger in his score. Madeleine’s theme song in Vertigo is reciprocated in Desplat’s musical sketch of Lang’s unhappy wife in “The Truth about Ruth.” This composition, at times romantic, at times melancholic, shows us more of Ruth than she herself is willing. Lang also has his own theme song, “Lang’s Memoirs,” which is played at discrete moments when McGregor watches Lang expose his true nature. The soundtrack ironically seem more truthful and authentic than the images, as Hitchcock also frequently showed in his films.

Film time is often expanded with Desplat’s score. One strategy he uses is to overlay a full musical composition over the images, which are then edited to stretch time. Such is the case when McGregor goes to the island for the first time. Desplat’s piece “Travel to the Island” is played twice through, while intercutting shots of McGregor in various positions – looking at the sea, reading signs, sleeping, walking around on the ferry, riding in the taxi – are filmed in one long sequence. These lengthy musical and visual sequences force us to slow down to look for clues that might help us solve the puzzle. Music becomes our aide in deciphering the images.

Final Exit

Notwithstanding Hitchcock’s notorious murder scene in Psycho, most of his murders occurred off-screen. This is another undoubted Hitchcockian influence on Polanski’s The Ghost Writer. Polanski does show us the politically induced assassination of his main character, followed by the suicide of the assassin. But I’ve already argued that Polanski doesn’t take the anti-American politics that preceded this assassination seriously, thus he makes it a straightforward incident of gunshot then death. In addition, the blood that we see from the wounds is part of the symbolic red that Polanski has been weaving throughout his film. The deaths of the two ghostwriters are presented in a more mysterious and intriguing manner.

At the end, during his book launch at Rhinehart’s, McGregor foolishly informs Ruth that he’s figured out everything. McGregor then walks out of the party and into the street carrying the manuscript with him. He wanders into the middle of the street looking for a taxi, and eventually walks off-screen. A car travels at high speed towards McGregor as the music, in ¾ waltz tempo (dancing with death?), progresses in a crescendo. When the car is barely out of the frame, the music stops abruptly. The next scene is silent, with scattering papers blowing back into the frame. Polanski leaves this crucial last frame empty of its context and lets our imagination finish the story.

We follow Polanski’s imaginative processes with the clues he places throughout the film, from the canvases on walls, to the surrounding color schemes. One such clue is the coffee table art book he places in Lang’s office. The book is on visual artist Olafur Eliasson. “If [my] artworks make you think about what you see and how you see it, I think I’ve achieved something,” says Eliasson. This is surely Polanski’s wish for The Ghost Writer.
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Monday, August 5, 2013

Truth and Fiction in Polanski’s The Ghost Writer: Article Published at Frontpage Magazine



Truth and Fiction in Polanski's The Ghost Writer was an article of mine published in Frontpage Magazine on April 1 2010, on the Roman Polanski film The Ghost Writer. I received US$70 for the article.

My article was a purely aesthetic analysis of the film. I start off with some politics (the film is about political assassinations, as its main theme), but the film's story is related through visuals rather than polemics. In fact, there is very little dialogue, which is often cryptic (as I discuss in the article).

I added the "political" parts since Glazov and the editors at Frontpage Magazine were asking me to incorporate more political news and events in my articles.

I watched the film again, on television, last night. It is as impressive these few years later as when I first watched it.

Here is the article:

Truth and Fiction in Polanski's The Ghost Writer
Kidist P. Asrat
Frontpage Magazine, April 1, 2012

Roman Polanski’s new film The Ghost Writer permeates with America-as-a-danger-to-the-world cliché. This could be merely his knee-jerk reaction (or perhaps vendetta) towards a country that still has an arrest warrant hanging over his head. Perhaps Polanski wants us to follow Coleridge’s “a willing suspension of disbelief” when it comes to the villainous America of The Ghost Writer. But it’s preferable (and perfectly possible) to ignore the movie’s incriminations and take the story as some fictional international intrigue.

The Ghost Writer’s British Prime Minister Adam Lang (with a stellar performance by Pierce Brosnan, who will nonetheless go down in history as a second-rate Bond) defends the “bad guys” and justifies racial profiling so ardently, one wonders if that is what Polanski himself believes. Therefore, it is not even certain if Polanski is bound to this anti-Americanism. And he coats The Ghost Writer with such crafty, dark humor, that he brings levity to the political plot. Still, this new film is a small gem of visual mastery, made by a director with a bad reputation, but with a very good eye.

Prime Minister Lang oversees an American backed kidnapping of al Qaeda terrorists, whom he then orders to be waterboarded for information. The International Criminal Court deems this illegal, and he is to be brought to trial for war crimes. And only the Americans can save him. His connections with America lie deep and long, and especially with the CIA, which started his political career when a flamboyant Cambridge University student, making him, as the Prime Minister of Britain, one of the most powerful men in the world, supported by the most powerful country in the world.

Polanski exposes subtle personal dynamics within this grandiose political act. Lang is in the process of writing his memoirs. He has had to hire a new ghostwriter because his former one was found dead on the shores by Martha’s Vineyard, where Lang is staying during a lecture tour in America. Lang had a close, friendly relationship with this original ghostwriter. Yet, this friend’s death points towards Lang and his entourage as the suspects. And he later learns that this friend betrayed him by leaking political secrets. Lang is on Martha’s Vineyard in a secluded fort-like mansion with two women who, in their own ways, support and fortify him. There is his quick-witted but acerbic wife Ruth (played by English actress Olivia Williams), on whose advice he relies to make his political decisions. And his indispensible secretary Amelia Bly (Sex and the City’s Kim Cattrall convincingly transformed in business attire) is also his mistress. After Lang realizes that it is a political rival who exposed his illegal – as deemed by the ICC – activities, he views it more as the politician’s personal revenge for having been fired from Lang’s cabinet, rather than any principled political beliefs that he might hold.

Lang’s new ghostwriter (played by Ewan McGregor) meets Lang and his duo of wife/adviser and secretary/mistress for the first time on this island mansion. He introduces himself to Lang as, “I’m your ghost,” and is nameless for the rest of the film. This new ghostwriter remains an insipid character throughout, but his naïveté inadvertently helps him to unravel the mystery he’s been forced into. We, the audience, in the tradition of Polanski’s other mystery movie Chinatown, follow him along as he wanders through false signs and positive leads until he finally solves the puzzle.

The capricious ocean, whose shoreline Ruth often traverses in long solitary walks, and along which McGregor is caught during a potential storm, is reminiscent of Winslow Homer’s paintings of rough seas. It is appropriate that the original ghostwriter’s dead body turns up on these volatile shores, setting the stage for the mystery and turmoil that is to be part of McGregor’s stay on the island.

Transparent Secrecy

The Ghost Writer is a film about secrecy poised as transparency, about superficial facades and hidden truths. One of the earliest scenes of the film is a close-up of gray waves rolling over a dead body. The following scene is a long shot of sky, water and sandy beach for as far as the eye can see, with the dead body an amorphous mass. Did we really see what we just saw? Was the object a dead body? As we later connect the dots, we realize that this was the body of Lang’s ghostwriter. No one is willing to clarify whether the cause of death was suicide, drowning, or the unspeakable possibility, murder.

Glass looms everywhere in The Ghost Writer. At the Rhinehart publishing house in London where McGregor has his contract finalized, walls have been demolished and replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything is visible from the outside. Even internally, sections are divided by unyielding transparency. There is no hiding from anything. But is there? Despite this open concept interior design, there are a few secured, sacred rooms. Naturally, one such is the CEO’s office. And that is where the contract negotiations take place, where McGregor expects frankness – after all, this is about a memoir – but secrecy and deceit seem to be the rule.

The modernist fort-like mansion on the island is the epitome of the architecture of glass. Whole walls have been transformed into windows, which are kept free from confining shutters or curtains. It’s as though the outside has been brought inside. But the freedom and transparency are illusionary, since the mansion is like a prison, with the ocean as its barricade. And throughout the building, elaborate measures of security guards, checkpoints, and hidden alarm systems are in place. Ruth describes it “like being exiled with Napoleon in St. Helena.”

False Frames

Polanski uses every possible opportunity for a frame: windows and doorways; television screens; computer monitors; paint canvasses; and the ultimate frame on which the movie is projected to us, the audience. These frames all enclose something supposedly concrete and truthful. Yet, all image-makers know how deceptive and unreliable the frame (and framing) can be.

The mansion’s giant windows are like huge movie screens projecting the expansive and exhilarating ocean. But this very ocean is what constrains the protagonists on the island. News stories and images on TV are carefully selected and edited for their meaning, such as the torture scenes that were “reenacted” to affect high drama. An old man framed behind a screen door, like a classic Paul Strand photograph of a rustic native, looks menacingly at McGregor sheltering on his porch from the rain. Yet, the old man is simply concerned about the dead body that was found on the shore. The many paintings that are scattered around the mansion are abstract expressionist, with elusive meanings and no decipherable images. Is Polanski also telling us to question what we see on the giant screen that projects his film to us?

Color Codes

The film is infused with gray. Like the color-field artists who used color on whole canvases as an atmospheric device, Polanski covers his film canvas with an omnipresent gray. Gray is the ocean where death occurred. The giant gray concrete walls of the ghostwriter’s headquarters display gray abstract paintings. The cars that dangerously maneuver the island’s country roads under the gray sky are shiny gray. Bland gray clothes cover Ruth’s body. Gray swathes everything in a shroud.

This pervasive gray hides dangers and truths. It covers the expository sun; Ruth’s tempestuous personality; the dead body on the beach. A gray fog of rain and mist constantly envelops the island. The wailing foghorn of an ever-present lighthouse regularly warns of the dangers the impenetrable gray moisture may conceal.

Yet, Polanski taunts us with splashes (or slashes) of red throughout the film. Red flashes in and out of view on the steady, permanent gray. In gray London, only the double-decker buses are bright and red. The somber gray fort is decorated with red canvases of abstract paintings. Amelia, who is always dressed in shades of gray (and black and white which blend into gray), holds a notebook with a daring red gash at the binder. All the news logos, including CNN’s and the BBC’s, are in red. Red curtains cover hotel windows, and a red glow from exterior neon lights frames McGregor’s face in the hotel room he escapes to from his pursuers. Ruth changes to red when her husband is away and she gets a chance to seduce her young guest, the ghostwriter. Even the lighthouse has red stripes. Red is danger; red is blood. We have been forewarned.

Coded Language

Language is manipulated and unreliable everywhere in the film. When McGregor is first exposed to this project, his agent tells him, “Rumor has it that the manuscript is a crock of s***.” Throughout the mansion, Polanski hangs paintings and prints with either undecipherable words, or words with their meanings truncated from their context. What we do get to read in the art poster in Amelia’s office is negative, menacing words like “Scornful, Disdainful,” or “Love worth killing for.” Shady double entendres make up a good part of the jokes. A memoir intended to tell a straightforward written account of a life becomes rife with code. “All the words are there, but they’re in the wrong order,” says McGregor. When McGregor exposes the lies that Lang has told about his past, through documents that his dead ghostwriter left behind, Ruth retorts with, “Trust McAra (the original ghostwriter) to ruin a good story with too much research.” Truth is a liability, and should be evaded. Like McGregor, we have to selectively string together the words and language we are given to arrive at the truth. Lang, Ruth, Amelia, and ultimately Polanski are unwilling to help us.

Authentic Sound

A score composed specifically for the film by Alexandre Desplat, a young but seasoned composer with more than a dozen film scores to his name, including Julie and Julia and The Girl with a Pearl Earring, holds this Rubik’s Cube of a movie together. Desplat’s composition for The Ghost Writer skillfully integrates sound with images by introducing themes, accentuating suspense, and exposing emotions as varied as romance and fear. He even uses humoristic sequences to support Polanski’s entry into black comedy. Desplat, who worked closely with the film footage, incorporates many ambient sounds like car horns and clanking iron into his score. One of the most important is the island lighthouse’s foghorn. Desplat uses this as his resounding motif, producing a melodic sequence that uses the rise and fall of the foghorn’s moans to accentuate the sense of danger.

It is hard not to compare Desplat with Alfred Hitchcock’s prized composer Bernard Herrmann. In Vertigo, Herrmann incorporates a foghorn’s call for danger in his score. Madeleine’s theme song in Vertigo is reciprocated in Desplat’s musical sketch of Lang’s unhappy wife in “The Truth about Ruth.” This composition, at times romantic, at times melancholic, shows us more of Ruth than she herself is willing. Lang also has his own theme song, “Lang’s Memoirs,” which is played at discrete moments when McGregor watches Lang expose his true nature. The soundtrack ironically seem more truthful and authentic than the images, as Hitchcock also frequently showed in his films.

Film time is often expanded with Desplat’s score. One strategy he uses is to overlay a full musical composition over the images, which are then edited to stretch time. Such is the case when McGregor goes to the island for the first time. Desplat’s piece “Travel to the Island” is played twice through, while intercutting shots of McGregor in various positions – looking at the sea, reading signs, sleeping, walking around on the ferry, riding in the taxi – are filmed in one long sequence. These lengthy musical and visual sequences force us to slow down to look for clues that might help us solve the puzzle. Music becomes our aide in deciphering the images.

Final Exit

Notwithstanding Hitchcock’s notorious murder scene in Psycho, most of his murders occurred off-screen. This is another undoubted Hitchcockian influence on Polanski’s The Ghost Writer. Polanski does show us the politically induced assassination of his main character, followed by the suicide of the assassin. But I’ve already argued that Polanski doesn’t take the anti-American politics that preceded this assassination seriously, thus he makes it a straightforward incident of gunshot then death. In addition, the blood that we see from the wounds is part of the symbolic red that Polanski has been weaving throughout his film. The deaths of the two ghostwriters are presented in a more mysterious and intriguing manner.

At the end, during his book launch at Rhinehart’s, McGregor foolishly informs Ruth that he’s figured out everything. McGregor then walks out of the party and into the street carrying the manuscript with him. He wanders into the middle of the street looking for a taxi, and eventually walks off-screen. A car travels at high speed towards McGregor as the music, in ¾ waltz tempo (dancing with death?), progresses in a crescendo. When the car is barely out of the frame, the music stops abruptly. The next scene is silent, with scattering papers blowing back into the frame. Polanski leaves this crucial last frame empty of its context and lets our imagination finish the story.

We follow Polanski’s imaginative processes with the clues he places throughout the film, from the canvases on walls, to the surrounding color schemes. One such clue is the coffee table art book he places in Lang’s office. The book is on visual artist Olafur Eliasson. “If [my] artworks make you think about what you see and how you see it, I think I’ve achieved something,” says Eliasson. This is surely Polanski’s wish for The Ghost Writer.
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Saturday, August 3, 2013

The World is Roses: Not Quite

A poster who goes by the name The World is Roses, which is also her blog, has left this comment on my post about Glazov and Ma:
How can we trust YOU not to relay important information about the US to Ethiopia?
I will just re-post what I've already written:
Ma left China around the same age I left Ethiopia. She came to America as an immigrant (legal immigrant, she is happy to inform us). She left China because her parents were looking for better economic prospects. I left Ethiopia because it was a matter of saving my father's life. We were political dissidents. My father was part of the Haile Selassie regime, and he secured a post in the Paris-based UNESCO months before the regime fell apart, and the brutal and vicious dictator Mengistu Haile Mariam took over. Many of my father's colleagues, and friends, were imprisoned. Some were excecuted. This would have probably been the fate of my father.

But, by the grace of God, we ended up in Paris, the most beautiful city in the world! My young years until my late teens were spent between school holidays in Paris, and boarding school in England. My brothers and I got the best of the Western world. We were hardly wealthy. Most of my father's assets had to remain in Ethiopia (and were later confiscated). We lived in cramped apartments. And UNESCO payed the bills for our primary and secondary education. My parents then sent us to college in the U.S. Only one child could secure UNESCOS's college education assistance (which I received, being the eldest), and later, I managed to get a collection of scholarships and grants which took me through graduate degrees.

Soon after we arrived in Europe, we had very little relations with Ethiopia. There were a handful (three of four) Ethiopian families in France since almost all who left Ethiopia had gone to America. I speak Amharic, but my youngest brother barely speaks it. All my post-Ethiopa life has been immersed in the West. But, it wasn't for lack of opportunities that, for me, Ethiopia was in the background. New York and Los Angeles have a huge hub of Ethiopians. When I went to college in the U.S. at seventeen, I could have resumed "where we left off," and started a whole new chapter of "Ethiopianness" with the huge community in New York, but for I opted to stay away from that. I couldn't understand the nostalgic relation to a country which is so far away, culturally, geographically and for me, emotionally.

My blogs and writing will show that I am a unique (odd, some will say) defender of the West, and Western civilization. I have tried to include some Ethiopian elements, primarily its Christian heritage, but that seems to be the only, significant, point of intersection with my Western-oriented work. I have been asked, both in my writings and in my design work, why I don't focus on Ethiopia. Each time, I have ignored those remarks, or made a quick, dismissive reply in order to be left alone. The questions have never been genuine, and were by people who were in some way trying to belittle Western civilization.

And I have been rewarded for my reticence. I have been discovering the extraordinary gifts of Western art and culture since I was a ten-year-old in Paris.

I have maintained this blog (or series of blogs), without any interruption, and without changing my original message and direction, for abut ten years now. And the fruit of that labor is that my writings have enough articles and thought-out arguments that can be published in a book. I hope that will interest, and attract, a much wider scope of people than blog readers.

The book will not be (is not) a "personal" memoir, a la Hirsi Ali, and now Ma, but a theoretical and cultural analysis of art and culture in our West-phobic world, with the aim to reclaim what has been cast aside, and to revive Western culture to the best of my ability, and the best abilities of those whom I hope will join forces with me.

Diamonds and Bubblegum: a la Marilyn



One of the TV channels is showing back-to-back movies with Marilyn Monroe.

She is the quintessential bubblegum girl.

But, she was a very good actress, undermined by her light roles. And even those she played well.

Look at her expression in the above movie still, reacting to all those diamonds. She may be role-playing, but who can role-play like that?

I think her life was tragic. She was beautiful, talented and feminine. Everyone wanted her. I don't know what could have saved her. Today's actresses, perhaps having learned from her, are much more restrained.

But then, we have lost the glamour and the excitement, and the beauty, of Marilyn's Hollywood.

Beauty is enchanting and mesmerizing. But it can also be destructive.
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Book Project Update



Those of you whom I haven't bothered with a group email, and who would like to know about, and assist me with my latest activities regarding Reclaiming Beauty, book project and website ambitions, please read the following.

Dear Friends of Western Civilization,
Since my last email to you, I had informed you that Jamie Glazov, from Frontpage Magazine, was interest in my book and my ideas on Reclaiming Beauty, and that he had told me he would find a slot for me in his California-based production company Jamie Glazov Productions, to interview me some time in late August/early September.

He has subsequently withdrawn his invitation. I think this is because of the content of my website, and the themes I approach. I have a feeling he had never read my site before my email, but was taken in by my email presentation of my ideas. I've chronicled our interaction here.

Nonetheless, I plan to travel to much closer quarters, to New York City, where I will attend Jim Kalb's monthly discussion/dinner meeting on August 14. An independent sponsor has agreed to fund my transportation (the Greyhound bus from Toronto to NYC - a beautiful 10+ hours drive through upstate New York and parts of Pennsylvania!) and a small per diem.

While in New York, I hope to interview some individuals, beauty experts and non-experts, who I think have thought about beauty, as an added chapter to my book. I also plan to take photographs of various New York landmarks, and select a few as chapter headings for my book. And there are some world-class research facilities, like the New York Public Library, which I can use to fine-tune some research ideas.

It has been a while since I've asked for donations towards my website and my project.

I would appreciate any amount of assistance, in order to make my trip the success I hope it will be.

Please use the paypal button at the side margin on Reclaiming Beauty.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Kidist

Friday, August 2, 2013

Fifth Avenue: The Structure of a Perfume


[Photo by KPA]
I put together my two Fifth Avenue bottles, and a fridge magnet with a dusk shot of New York, for the collage above.


This is actually not a new post, but a re-posting of my 2011 post The Structure of a Perfume: 5th Avenue by Elizabeth Arden.

Summer is the season for perfumes, both store-bought and on the many fragrant flowers blooming everywhere.

While I was looking for scents with linden blossom scents (here is my post), I also thought I would try to find Elizabeth Arden's Fifth Avenue in the various department stores.

Her Fifth Avenue, and Fifth Avenue After Five are still on the shelves. I have both (courtesy of the discount perfume counter at Winners!). Both are now priced around CAN$55, which is relatively low-priced for a designer perfume.

I was explaining to the salesgirl at the Bay about the perfume structure:

- That it is both a horizontal and vertical allusion to the beautiful avenue: Vertical like the skyscrapers, and horizontal like the grid-like, long and straight avenue.

- The bottle has now become iconic, and the shape takes on the many variations of Fifth Avenue.

From her reaction, I thought she had been to New York. But, she said she never had, but knew of these places through the movies! Such is the cultural education of twenty-somethings of our era. How hard is it it grab a bus to New York, and to find a Y with decent but cheap accommodations?

Elizabeth Arden produced a series of Fifth Avenue perfumes.

Fifth Avenue NYC is for cocktail evenings, not After Five, but after dark.

Fifth Avenue Nights, with the sparkling dots, shows the glittering lights of the skyscrapers.

Fifth Avenue Style evokes the fashion on the avenue.

Fifth Avenue Gold, the wealth and luxe in the avenue.


Elizabeth Arden's New York Quartet
Clockwise:
- Fifth Avenue Gold
- Fifth Avenue Nights
- Fifth Avenue NYC
- Fifth Avenue Style

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Channeling Frank Sinatra



For some reason, my email is not notifying me of comments on my recent posts. Apologies to "anonymous" for not replying sooner, since the question is worthy of a response.

Anonymous wrote on my post relating my email interaction with Jamie Glazov of Frontpage Magazine, and Jamie Glazov Productions:
This post is a little confusing, it reads as if you initiated contact, you pleaded to be allowed on some show, and when your target finally read your work he decided to turn you down. That does not seem very much like being invited onto a show. I'm not sure how you interpreted this as 'invitation and interest'. It seems more like an outright refusal.

Also, when you talk about writing enough content for a book, do you mean a book that somebody is actually interested in publishing or are you talking purely in terms of word count? When you talk about the book that you are preparing (based on your blogs) are you talking about a real book deal or do you mean vanity publishing?
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1. I did not plead to "be allowed" on Glazov's show. I presented my case. That is how many media interactions are made. I am not famous that Galzov should know me, and readily find information on me. I merely have a blog, which is not widely read, although is slowly gaining momentum (case in point: you).

2. My "target," as you rudely refer to Glazov, initially agreed to have me on his show. He said he was out in California, and if I could make it out there, he would find a slot for me.

I thought his company was in the New York area, and that is why I asked for the interview. I would have never have initiated the interaction if I had known he worked out of southern California.

So, yes, he was interested, and he did invite me to be on his show.

3. He recanted his invitation without explanation. I think it was because he started reading my website Reclaiming Beauty, and particularly after I sent him a critique I wrote of his interview of three women, and in particular of Ying Ma, who wrote Chinese Girl in the Ghetto.

He got that critique because I sent it to him. I thought he could incorporate it into his interview questions. Instead, he chose to withdraw his invitation.

4. If you've read my website, and its "sister" sites Camera Lucida and Our Changing Landscape (now amalgamated into Reclaiming Beauty), you wouldn't have to ask questions about the stage (and state) of my book project, nor about the content of my writings.

5. One of the reasons I was asking to be on Glazov's show was to garner publicity for my book project, and to attract publishers. I'm a first time author. I have no connections to publishers at all. If people know about me, and about my book, through more public media like Glazov's, my reasoning was that they would at least have a look at what I'm writing.

I don't know the term "vanity publishers," but it sounds like something you should try.

6. I used to write for Frontpage Magazine. Glazov is its editor. At one point, he wanted me to change the content of my articles so much, that I simply stopped sending articles.

I should have known that he would vacillate with my current projects. I haven't changed, and he clearly hasn't changed either.

7. I asked Glazov if he has some kind of per diem for his guests. He politely said he didn't (that was before he sent me his diplomatic refusal). I thought to raise funds through family and friends, and through my website, but Glazov's cancellation came earlier.

It was a relief not having to search for a way to get to California for an interview I wasn't sure was going to do me much good anyway.

8. Your email was sent in bad faith. I am only answering you so that readers will not be influenced by what you said.

9. By the way, I sent my blog post (this one which you commented on) to Glazov.

10. So there you have it.



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Hermes


Minerva, Mercury and Hercules (Greek equivalents: Athena, Hermes and Heracles)
Grand Central Terminal, New York City


Sculptures designed by Jules Coutan:
...a symmetrical massing of figurative scluptures titled "The Glory of Commerce." This colossal 48-ft (14.6m)-high sculptural trio depicts Mercury (the personification of travel and speed) flanked by Hercules and Minerva and was designed by French scholar and Ecole Des Beaux-Arts professor Jules-Alexis Coutan (1848-1849).

At its base is an ornamental cornice that frames a typographic frieze of all-capacity serif letters identifying the edifice in a ceremonial and formal manner reminiscent of early Roman triumph arches.

[From: Graphic Design and Architecture, A 20th Century History: A Guide to Type, Image, Symbol, and Visual Storytelling in the Modern World, P 558 Richard Poulin]
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Hermes luggage, ca. 1930, designed for Karen Blixen, author of "Out of Africa."
I'm not sure if these are the original suitcases, which were made of crocodile skin

Zeus was [Hermes's] father and Maia, daughter of Atlas, his mother. Because of a very popular statue his appearance is more familiar to us than that of any other god. He was graceful and swift of motion. On his feet were winged sandals; wings were on his low-crowned hat, too, and on his magic wand, the Caduceus. He was Zeus's Messenger, who "flies as fleet as thought to do his bidding."

Of all the gods he was the shrewdest and most cunning; in fact he was the Master Thief, who started upon his career before he was a day old.
The babe was born at the breakof the day,
And ere the night fell he had stolen away
Apollo's herds.
Zeus made him give them back, and he won Apollo's forgiveness by presenting him with they lyre which he had just invented, making it out of a tortoise's shell. Perhaps there was some connection between that very early story of him and the fact that he was God of Commerce and the Market, protector of traders.

In odd contrast to this idea of him, he was also the solemn guide of the dead, the Divine Herald who led the souls down to their last home.

He appears oftener in the tales of mythology than any other god. [From: Mythology, By Edith Hamilton. Pp34-35].
One note, to contradict the great Edith Hamilton: I don't think Pan's guide for the dead is an odd contrast to "this idea of him." Death is also a journey, albeit our last journey that leads our soul to our last home.

This book was suggested to me by Lawrence Auster, to familiarize me with ancient mythologies, and to provide me with a better understanding of the roots of Western civilization. It is a pleasure to read, like a story of the gods rather than a dry, scholarly book. But, as I research more on the book, Hamilton hasn't short-changed any of the gods - or else those mischievous ones, like Hermes's son Pan, might make her a visit.

It is fitting that Hermes should choose this mischievious god as its label, who is also the protector for commerce, market and trade.

Before Hermes became such a prestigious design label, his family's origins were as harness makers (speed and travel, again). They naturally evolved to saddlery, then designed bags to carry the saddles (see below for more information). to

What is fortuitous, though, is that Hermes is the actual family name of this design label. It is as though the decision for them to lead in travel accessories was written in their name!


Orion, a contemporary Hermes suitcase
In aluminium with handles,
straps and interior in natural cowhide.
Going for a mere $10,300.00

After Orion the hunter, the giant in
Greek mythology
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I tried to find some scents with the linden flower. Hermes makes one which I had identified as Aroma D'Orange Verte. I went to Holts Renfrew (the high-priced Hermes perfumes are not available in Sears or the Bay) to look for it. It has a pleasant, slightly citrusy, slightly floral scent. I can identify the sweet linden flower. The perfume (it is an eau de toilette) stays all day - I sprayed it on a test card, and the scent stayed for more than twelve hours, becoming gentler and sweeter with time. It retains a very mild cologne scent. It is a pleasant surprise. The knowledgeable sales man (I think they put former male models in perfume counters. And all the helpful and knowledgeable ones are men) immediately understood that I was looking for a linden flower scent, which he specified as "Linden blossom."

It's normal fare at $72 Canadian (no tax) for 50ml selling at Holt's. Hermes perfumes are usually expensive. But this is an Eau de Toilette (no "parfum" version, as the salesman informed me). There is nothing smaller than 50ml. I find 30ml more than adequate.

The bottle is an unattractive elongated shape, and the perfume is described as "unisex." Perhaps they are trying to attract the male customers, since with Hermes' signature, I don't think women would be so picky about the bottle. I am though. A pretty bottle and a pretty scent go together. Imagine pulling this cumbersome flask out from one's purse. Even Hermes' latest perfume for women, Jour D'Hermes, is an odd, simplistic square, with an empty base, which seems like a waste of bottle space. But, I will admit that it looks good juxtaposed with the men's fragrance Terre D'Hermes.



Hermes was made famous through the sturdy, leather luggage. Strong bottles travel well, and these contemporary bottle designers may be alluding to the travel and luggage origins of Hermes.
Beginnings in the 19th century
Thierry Hermès, founder of Hermès.
Born in Krefeld (Germany), Thierry Hermès was the son of a French man and a German woman. The family moved to France in 1828. In 1837, Thierry Hermès (1801–1878) first established Hermès as a harness workshop on the Grands Boulevards quarter of Paris, dedicated to serving European noblemen. He created some of the finest wrought harnesses and bridles for the carriage trade. Monsieur Hermès's earned citations included the first prize in its class in 1855 and the first-class medal in 1867 at the Expositions Universelles in Paris.

Hermès's son, Charles-Émile Hermès (1835–1919), took over management from his father and moved the shop in 1880 to 24 rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, where it remains today and where the new leader introduced saddlery and began retail sales. With the aid of sons Adolphe and Émile-Maurice Hermès, the company catered to the élite of Europe, North Africa, Russia, Asia, and the Americas. In 1900, the firm offered the Haut à Courroies bag, specially designed for riders to carry their saddles with them.
Here are the notes to Aroma D'Orange Verte:
Created in 1979 it's like citrus fruit in a bottle: oranges, lemons with their stimulating freshness, cheering mandarins . A minty and fruity accord (papaya and mango) enhances the slightly acid character of the fragrance. A patchouli and oakmoss end note lifts up these light notes and gives more character to the perfume.
It is sold as a men's cologne, but it has such a delicate drydown that it might be better for women.

The bottle is nothing special. Perhaps the designers were trying not to alienate too many men and women by making it neutral.



Here is Hermes' classic, which I carried around with me to the last drop. I acquired it when it was know as Parfum d’Hermes, and couldn't find it for a long time. It still has a whiff of the lovely, powdery scent. In 2000, it was re-interpreted as Rouge Hermes, and is available in a slightly elongated version of the round, compact design, as well as the clumsy, long bottle (signature for contemporary Hermes!).



Parfum D'Hermes, the 1984 classic (the basic notes):
Top: Hyacinth
Middle: Iris, Rose, Jasmine
Base: Sandalwood, Vanilla

Rouge Hermes, the 2000 version:
Top: Rose, Iris,
Middle: Rose, Vanilla Cedar, Sandalwood, Amber
Base: Amber, Cedar, Spices, Myrtle

The vanilla is the base note in the original, while there is rose in both the top and middle notes in the original.

I suspect the latest version is just a little prettier, with its rose emphasis, and less of the heavier jasmine. But, "diluted" classics is the trend for contemporary trend for perfumes (like everything else?).
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Series of Posts


Every Day I Search for Beautiful Things

I have a series of posts which I published close together within the last day.

Here they are, in chronological order:

- Chinese Woman Still in the Ghetto

- Brief Book Review:
Against Inclusiveness: How the Diversity Regime is
Flattening America and the West and What to Do About It


- Every Day I Search for Beautiful Things

- Bubblegum and Diamods: Birks Summer Showcase

- Reclaiming Beauty

- Race Resolution
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