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RCC Calendar Oct – Dec 2022

December 30, 2022 by Steve Mentz

Sat 10/1 Arr Mun. S8 > Leuctering > S6 Grafing Bahnhof

Picked up by Moremi & Tina in Noe (red EV)

Sun 10/2 Harvest Market at Herrmannsdorf

Mon 10/3 Oktoberfest last day (with Nye)

Tues 10/4 Christof at Landhaus

Th 10/6 Noosphere conference; first day at RCC

Lunch Katie Ritson

Beers with Nye, Jonathan Palambad, & the Russians

Fri 10/7 Trip to Zugspitze

W 10/12 trip to Poitiers (4:30 am cab > flight to CDG > TGV to Poitiers

Stay in hotel near station 

Th 10/14 Poitiers Conference

Fri 10/14 Poitiers Conference

Sat 10/15 Return to Farm

Th 10/20 Symptomatic. Negative test

Fri 10/20 Feeling better

Sat 10/21 Positive test!

10/21-29 Covid isolation in Bavaria!

Sat 10/29 Fly to Paris; stay in airport hotel

Sun 10/30 Chateau d’Ige

Mon 10/31 Arles

Tues 11/1 Arles

Wed 11/2 Gemenos

Th 11/3 Gemenos – hiking in Calanques + gran menu

Fri 11/4 Gemenos

Sat 11/5 Nice

Sun 11/6 Fly to Munich

Mon 11/7-Th 11/10 Hotel am Markt

Fri 11/11 Train to Venice

Sat – Sun Venice

Mon 11/15 Train to Munich

Tues 11/16 ACS back to USA; SRM back to farm

Th 11/17 RCC Talk (Munich)

Fri 11/18 Lunch with David A. (Munich)

[4 days on farm]

T 11/22 10 am Uwe’s Seminar LMU

stay Novotel Munich airport

W 11/23 Fly Lisbon 6 am; bus to Peniche

Th 11/23 9:45 – 10:45: A Poetics of Planetary Water: Expanding the Blue Humanities

Su 11/27 Return to MUC, arr 23:10

[week on farm]

Finish Blue Humanities book (Mon – Th) 

T 11/29 Christian Schulz 4:30

USA beats Iran 1-0, advances to round of 16

Wed 11/30 Argentina beats Poland 2-0 (Poland advances bc Mexico beats SA by only 1)

Blue Humanities book submitted noon

Th 12/1 Aaron (me introduce)

Germany v Costa Rica (Germany wins 4-2 but is eliminated bc Japan beats Spain)

F 12/2 Poetry event with PhD students at Landhaus

Sat 12/3 Xmas market at Herrmansdorf

stay Novotel Munich airport – no US match on TV! US loses 3-1 to Netherlands

Sun 12/4 Fly Stavanger 7 am Lufthansa

Wed 12/7 Return STA 12:52; MUC 5:10; train / bus to farm

Th 12/8 Nye talk; Katie talk; gluhwein in the kitchen

[4 days on farm]

Fri 12/9 Football! CRO over BRA 1-1 > penalties; ARG over NED  2-2 > penalties

Sat 12/10. Football! FRA 2-1 over ENG (MOR over POR 1-0)

Sun 12/11 Landhaus dinner – only  dinner with everyone there! (I made salad but no one believed it was me)

Mon 12/12 7:27 bus from Westendorf -> 9:18 train to Bremen 

7:27 440 > Grafing Bahnhof 7:44 > RB 54 7:42 > Hauptbahnhof 8:15

14:45 Bremen (But DB dropped me at Hannover at 1500, and I had to wait an hour for a local train to Bremen!)

T 12/13 Talk at Bremen

ARG v CRO 3-0

Wed 12/14 9:15 Bremen > Munich 2:41 pm (back to farm for dinner)

FRA v MOR 2-0

Th 12/15 Tina  talk; RCC Xmas part 5 pm (stayd until 6:30 – really the best part of the RCC, Christof as Santa giving presents to the kids; huge crowd for dinner; no room for the Landhaus though Christof did press 50 Euros on me that I did not use for a cab)

F 12/16 Hotel am Markt overnight

S 12/17 7:34 am train to Venice; arr 2:44 – or actually 2:30 at Venice Mastre, not Santa Lucia – took the local to get there (but only a 5 min wait)

Su 12/18 Argentina over France 3-3 in penalties (4-2)

T 12/20 train back to Munich 8:26, catch 8:43 BRB -> 9:10 bus at Grafing

Train on time until Rosenheim – 20 min delay – caught the S6 at Munchen Ost

Ride from Moremi in Mercedes- I would have caught the 9:10 bus even though I arrived at 9:13, bc the bus was late (but I was happy to have a ride)

[Wed on the farm] Venice blog post, walk early morning to Blue Blaumen & Ark

Noon lunch solo at Wirsthaus

2:30 last coffee with Moremi

3 – 5:30 last walk to Steinsee (pretty dark by the time I got back!)

7 pm last Landhaus dinner – with Aaron, Tamara & Tudor, Mona

Th 12/22 Flight home at 11 am 

7 am taxi – arrived early at 6:53! (I was already waiting outside)

Flight delayed on the ground in Munich ~3 hours; navigation system error

We took off at 2 pm, but had to land in JFK bc pilots were out of time

Could not leave plane bc of customs; sat in JFK for 90 min; flew to ATL

Just barely got the last flight out of ATL to BDL – arrived 12:30 am on 12/23!

Members of the Fall ‘22 Landhaus crew

Top floor: me, Tina Gerhardt, Faisel Mohammed, Nye Merrill-Glover (4)

2nd floor: Akin O., Tamara Fernando, Nandita, Mona Bleiling, Aaron Katzman (5)

Ground floor Moremi Zell (1)

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Books of ’22!

December 30, 2022 by Steve Mentz

Most of my reading in 2022 was audiobooks on long walks, mostly in Short Beach but also in rural Bavaria, France, Italy, Norway, and the other excellent places this eventful year took me. My grand total, according to Reading List, was 108 book. Most in a month was 13 in August. Least was 6 in April. Average was 9.

Here’s the list, with each month’s fav in bold.

January (9)

Paleofantasy. Marlene Zuk

A Brief History of Everyone Who Ever Lived, Adam Rutherford

Shifting Currents: A World History of Swimming, Karen Carr

The New Silk Roads, Peter Frankopan

Nature’s Mutiny, Phillip Bloom

Theory for the World to Come, Matthew Wolf-Mayer

The Horse, the Wheel, and Language, David Anthony

Pedagogy of the Depressed, Chris Schaberg

The Book of Form and Emptiness, Ruth Ozecki

February (8)

Reality is not What It Seems, Carlo Robelli

Re-Enchanted, Maria Cecire

A Tale for the Time Being, Ruth Ozecki

Children of Prometheus, Greg Maertz

Until the End of Time, Brian Greene

Swim Poems, Joshua Dreser

The Pocket Epicurean, John Sellars

Football, Mark Yakich

March )10)

Footprints, David Farrier

Origin, Jennifer Raff

What is Life, Erwin Schrodinger

Time on Rock, Anna Fleming

The Sea is Not Made of Water, Adam Nicolson

The Red Prince, Timothy Snyder

A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit

The Counterforce, J.M.  Tyne

Exile and Pride, Eli Claire

Shakespeare and the Comedy of Enchantment, Kent Cartwright

April (6)

Thunder Go North, Melissa Darby

The Lieutenant Nun, Catalina de Erauso

Arctic Dreams, Barry Lopez

The Anthropocene Unconscious, Mark Bould

On Tyranny Timothy Snyder (rev ed)

We’re Doomed, Now What, Roy Scranton

May (12)

Joy of the Worm, Drew Daniel

Birds, Beasts and Seas, Jeffrey Yang (ed)

Nonzero, Robert Wright

The Eiger Sanction, Trevanian

The Loo Sanction, Trevanian

Shibumi, Trevanian

History 4 Degrees C, Ian Baucom

Thinking Like an Economist, Elizabeth Berman

The Geography of Risk, Gilbert Gaul

The Wayfinders, Wade Davis

Elite Capture, Olufemi Taiwo

Magdalena, Wade Davis

June (9)

Signs and Wonders, Delia Falconer

Mill Town, Kerri Arsenault

Embrace Fearlessly the Burning World, Barry Lopez

Battling the Big Lie, Dan Pfeiffer

A Portrait of the Scientist as a Young Woman, Lindy Elkins-Tanton

The Three Sustainabilities, Allan Stoekl

The Double Life of Bob Dylan, Clinton Heylin

Welcome to the Universe, Neil deGrasse Tyson

Anthropocene Islands, Jonathan Pugh

July (9)

Bob Dylan How the Songs Work, Timothy Hampton

Why We Did It, Tim miller

The Savage Detectives Reread, David Kurnick

The Displacements, Bruce Holsinger

Ecotone Climate Issue, David Gessner

The Spirit of Science Fiction, Roberto Bolono

Be Always Converting, Rob Sean Wilson

Fantomas v the Multinational Vampires, Julio Cortazar

Polynesia, 900-1600, Madi Williams

August (13)

Avidly Reads Poetry, Jacquelyn Ardam

Sea Room, Adam Nicolson

Round about the Earth, Joyce Chaplin

Hyperboreal, Joan N. Kane

Milk Black Carbon, Joan N. Kane

Gasoline Dreams, Simon Orpana

Quichotte, Salman Rushdie

The Swimmers, Julie Otsuka

Rescue Me, Margret Grebowicz

Gunfight, Ryan Busse

The Draw of the Sea, Wyl Menmuir

Ahab Unbound, Meredith Farmer & Jon Schroeder

Notebook for Seafarers, Alberto Coretti

September (9)

Dockside Reading, Isabel Hofmeyr

The Mermaid of Black Conch, Monique Roffey

Dark Traffic, Joan N Kane

People’s Power, Ashley Dawson

Fossil Capitol, Andreas Malm

Colonialism, Culture, Whales, Graham Huggan

How to Speak Whale, Tom Mustill

My Emily Dickinson, Susan Howe

After Moby-Dick, Elizabeth Shultz

October )8)

Where the Seals Sing, Susan Richardson

Water Always Wins, Erica Gies

Shallows, Tim Winton

Soundings, Doreen Cunningham

Origin Story, David Christian

Empire of Rubber, Gregg Mittman

Swim Poems, Steve Mentz

Water A Biography, Guilio Boccaletti

November (8)

Venice in the Anthropocene, Shaul Bassi

Planet B, Nicolas Bourriaud

The Philosophy of Modern Song, Bob Dylan

The Sea, Philip Hoare

Folk Music, Greil Marcus

City of Quartz, Mike Davis

Wild New World, Dan Flores

Where is My Flying Car? J Storrs Hall

December (7)

Messi v Renaldo, Jonathan Clegg

An Indigenous People’s History of the United States, Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

The Doors, Greil Marcus

The Language of the Game, Laurent Dubois

When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamin Labatut

Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino

The Passion according to G.H. Clarice Lispector

Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths (audio)

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The Blue Humanities Goes to Venice!

December 21, 2022 by Steve Mentz

The last stop on my Europe ’22 tour brought me back to Venice, where I sang my blue humanities song to the very lively students and community at NiCHE, the New Institute Centre for the Environmental Humanities at Ca’ Foscari University that my fellow Shakespearean Shaul Bassi has been deeply involved with since its founding. It was great to see Shaul again and co-conspire about future watery possibilities. I also loved meeting Francesca Tarocco, the director of the program, as well as a pair of marine biologists from Cal Tech who were there to present their research about symbiosis in a small squid-like creature that lives in the Pacific. (Similar creatures, they assured me, are also present in the Mediterranean.) We all had lunch together at the Ca’ Foscari café, and the conversation reminded me how much I enjoy the company of marine scientists. Lots of people love the water!

Light on the water

Giving my talk, which relies on what feels now like a familiar contrast between green terrestrial ideas and blue watery dynamism, I felt a twinge of uncertainty. What is Venice, after all, but a human environment built on the refusal of the distinction between land and sea? Walking through the city’s narrow alleys and crossing water over its curving bridges, I kept noticing moments of intersection that challenge any simple contrast between the blue and the green. It’s not just that the water of Venice’s canals is itself green, as green is also the color that Shakespeare most often uses to describe the sea. More than that, It’s the portal-like qualities of so many points of access in the city – steps that lead directly down into the canal, or small framed doorways that open from buildings straight onto water. One noticeable opening framed, at this time of year at least, a lovely Christmas tree. ‘Tis the season to be … close to water?

‘Tis the watery season

So much has been written about Venice’s paradoxical history, its function as gateway between Europe and the Ottoman Empire and Byzantium, its ongoing struggle with high water, even its modern function as a center of experimental contemporary art. The last time I visited, in November, I saw Anselm Keifer’s overwhelmingly brilliant installation at the Palazzo Ducale. Beyond the genius of the art itself, I was amazed by the willingness of Venice to give over two of the galleries inside its Renaissance palace to a contemporary figure whose aggression and iconoclasm contrast sharply with the allegorical celebrations of the city that populate the palace. But thinking again about it as I wandered the bridges, alleys, and campos of Venice, I wonder if the city’s combination of ancient and modern, which in the Ducal Palace mean combining the gorgeous allegories of Tintoretto and Veronese alongside Keifer’s towering but opaque symbolic register, might indicate a kind of belief in itself. The juxtaposition seems to say – we’ve been doing allegorical art that celebrates a floating city for centuries. The city’s wet feet speak of perpetual evanescence, a way of living in constant contact with dynamism and dissolution. I had not been to Venice in more than 30 years since this fall. Now I’ve been twice in two months. And I can’t wait to go back!

Ocean Space in Campo San Lorenzo

It would take a lifetime, or perhaps generations, to know Venice. I spent my few December days wandering through an idiosyncratic lineup of places, including the soccer stadium on the far end of the island, the Naval Museum, the statue of the Monument to the Partisan Woman that lies prone in the water near the edge of the Biennale Garden, the currently-empty Ocean Space gallery which was formerly the church of San Lorenzo, and the lovely Querini Stampalia, a small museum near my hotel in the Campo Santa Maria Formosa. What has it felt like to live so close to water for so long? What does Venice mean, in time and in tempest?

Monument to the Partisan Woman

In addition to a toy gondola for my nephew, I’m taking away the hitideVenice app, which gives me a daily read of the ebbs and floods of the city’s fluid substrate. It’ll be reassuring, as I think about the city from far-away Connecticut or elsewhere, to be able to open the app and see what that water’s up to.

I’m looking forward to my next visit already!

Working on water

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Blue Humanities in Bremen

December 14, 2022 by Steve Mentz

As my Europe ’22 tour winds down, I’m heading back to Munich today after a very quick visit to the North German Hanseatic city of Bremen, where I saw no tourist attractions and didn’t make it to the Baltic coast, just a bit farther north. Instead I visited the University of Bremen, as a guest of Dr. Mohammed Muharram, to speak to his colleagues and the students in his Ocean cultures class. Dr. Muharram, currently an Alexander Humboldt Fellow in the Scholars at Risk program, has been in Germany with his family since 2021; they left war-torn Yemen to come here. All of us #bluehumanities folks on twitter know him from his active feed, where he’s been chronicling recent publications and announcements in this fast-flowing discourse.

White whale ice monster (as seen in Uni Bremen campus)

I came to Bremen to meet Mohammed, with whom I’ve been corresponding, and with whom I’m planning to collaborate on a future Blue Humanities book project (watch this space!). I also came to meet Mohammed’s mentor at Bremen, Dr. Norbert Sheffeld, who works on Shakespeare adaptations as well as blue-er projects. Prof Dr. Shaffeld – in Germany they use the double honorific, even for me (as my poster shows) – has had a distinguished career as administrator and manager of large research projects. I continue to be fascinated at the different ways that research, especially interdisciplinary and mult-university research, gets funded and organized in Europe.

Me and Mohammed

My talk was pretty similar to the talk I’ve been giving this fall, though I did remember to have a signed copy of Swim Poems on hand so that I could present it to Mohammed in front of his students and colleagues during the lecture. I was impressed with the student questions after the talk, and also with the projects they are undertaking, about video game narration, ocean pollution and robotics, seabed mining, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea; and 2012 and Tsunamis, among other things. I got thoughtful and engaged questions from faculty members Prof. Kerstin Knopf and Dr. Karin Esders who were there, and further discussion with Mohammed and Norbert over a delicious lunch of various kinds of wurst over creamed kale (a local speciality?).

As seen in the halls of Uni Bremen (note that I am both Prof. and Dr.)

The northbound ICE from Munich on Monday had entangled me despite my best efforts. I booked a reserved seat on a direct train – what could go wrong? – and then watched with amazement as the video monitor, which had been showing the train’s destination as “Bremen Hpf” (ie, Bremen Hauptbahnhof, Central Station Bremen) suddenly showed a line through those words. For reasons never explained, the train terminated in Hannover, about 60 km south of Bremen, where I had to switch to a crowded local. But I got there, made it to my strangely named “Atlantic Hotel” (Bremen is near the North Sea, and closer to the Baltic than the open Atlantic), and was ready to go in the morning.

We’ll see what happens on the same train Munich-bound today!

An action shot!

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Blue Humanities at the Greenhouse (Stavanger)

December 7, 2022 by Steve Mentz

For years I’ve been hearing about the Environmental Humanities Research School (NoRS-EH) at Stavanger, Norway, so it was a treat to get to spend a few days there to help teach a weeklong Blue Humanities PhD course with Ellen Arnold, a medieval river historian who’s also my colleague on the editorial board of the Environmental Humanities in Premodern Culture book series. (Send us your EH manuscripts!)

Part of the fun of spending this fall in Europe has been slowly coming to understand the ways that European universities run graduate education and research funding. The weeklong course I helped launch in Stavanger was organized by Ellen and the Greenhouse / NoRS-Eh team, with help from a pair of guest instructors, namely me and Aike Peter Rots, who is the leader of an ERC project on whales in maritime East Asia. The students come from institutions across Europe, from the UK (Goldsmith’s and Queen Mary) to several in Norway to the Netherlands and Germany. Their project are wonderfully diverse and creative – whale eco-tourism! Icelandic sagas! jellyfish as/and media! maritime expertise and the Norman invasion! sci fi narratives of/beyond sustainability! interspecies colonialism! fishing for sardines in Senegal! So many amazing things in progress here; it makes me feel very optimistic about the future of blue humanities scholarship.

Sunset at 3:47 pm

The students are a lively and perceptive bunch, and I greatly enjoyed spending a few days with them. On day 1, beyond introductions, we discussed forms of the blue humanities through my just-published “Poetics of Planetary Water” article and John Gillis’s 2013 Blue Humanities open-source essay. We also spent a couple hours digging slowly into one of the central originating works in this thought-stream, Rachel Carson’s The Sea Around Us (1951). It was fun to wrestle with Carson’s metaphors and her powerful drive to humanize the features and forces of the inhuman sea. I came away, as I always do when I return to Carson, thinking that the richness of her approach still has much to generate in the present – though reading this mid-20c text alongside scholars of the 21c also showed me some ways that her writing remains of its time.

In the afternoon we played the role of live studio audience for a Greenhouse Zoom Book Talk for Charne Lavery’s Writing Ocean Worlds: Indian Ocean Fiction in English (2021). She talked engagingly about how the particular history and geography of the Indian Ocean world shaped its modern fictions, with attention to Amitav Ghosh and  Abdulrazak Gurnah, as well as glancing notes on Joseph Conrad’s Indian Ocean novels. We in the room were invited to ask questions, but I thought I would hang back to let the students speak. Then, to our collective amusement, Charne said something about my writing about maritime metaphors, so I popped out of my chair and to show my face on camera. A strange moment, perhaps, since she would have had no idea I was in Norway! But we had a nice chat about Ghosh and Conrad, a relationship that I suspect we’d both like to give some more thought to in the future.

The combination of Carson’s lyrical scientism and Lavary’s vision of the Indian Ocean made a perfect lead up to the intellectually grueling evening event of day 1, in which we struggled with the brain-breaking puzzle of Pisces,a commercial fishing / conservation / fisheries management board game that even the website boardgamegeek.com admits is a bit hard to understand. I agree with Ellen that the bait pieces, though present in a little bag with the rest of the game, appear not to have any function that the directions clarify. An allegory of industrial fishing? Four of us baffled ourselves thoroughly as we faced the game’s byzantine complexity, though with each turn we attempted we tried to add another element. Each turn has eight elements. Clearly it’s a game designed by fisheries scientists! Perhaps the moral is that we need Rachel Carson’s lyric deftness to trace a path through all this complexity? Or perhaps it’s just really hard to make a living as a conservation-minded fisherman?

I played the part of the crabs, but I’m not sure that mattered much

The morning of day 2 brought us back together with two wonderfully disparate literary texts that explored different models of water-intimacy. First we looked at early medieval Latin poems about Romano-Christian Gaul (I may be using the wrong historical terms, but I think that’s pretty close – Christian Latinate culture from the 5-9th centuries?) about waterscapes and human engineering. We had all read Ellen’s resonant Ecozona article about how premodern Latin literary culture engaged with French rivers as fluvial borders, cultural markers, and flexible symbols. Looking closely at these poems was a great shift from the sometimes overbroad “what is the blue humanities” discourse that we’d been wrestling with the day before. One particular close and intricate poetic portrait of a flooded riverscape seemed to present naturecultural disruption in an especially gorgeous way that recalled for me Titania’s speech about natural disorder in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Excellent stuff!

Next we turned the research of Greenhouse fellow Susanne Ferwerda, who teaches now at Utretcht University in her native Netherlands but not that long ago completed her PhD at the University of Tasmania. She shared with us the speculative futurist short story “Water” by the Aboriginal (Mununjali) writer Ellen van Neerven. The story is a brilliant riff on a transpecies love story mixed up with a political resistance narrative and a satire of the Aboriginal art scene in Australia. Van Neerven’s echoes and inversions of Octavia Butler’s Xenogenesis books as well as Nnedi Okorofor’s Lagoon made it a rich text with which to talk about blue questions, especially the symbolic contrasts between fresh and salt water that are so crucial in the coastal areas of northern New South Wales where the story is set. I want to look up van Neerven’s poetry too!

After a group lunch in the UiS cafeteria and a head-clearing walk up to the tower to watch the sun already going down, at 2:15 I gave a public talk on Blue Humanities pasts and futures. It was great to give the talk to an audience with a core of committed PhD students, most of whom had travelled all the way to Stavanger for a course on the Blue Humanities. I also loved the wide ranging q&a featuring questions from Dolly and Finn Arne Jorgenson, who co-run the Greenhouse / NoRS-EH and have made it such an important fixture of European and global environmental humanities thinking. We talked about how my own trajectories, from oceans to other forms of water, and my personal practice as a sea swimmer, contrast with the river valley and flood plains histories that impact the lives of so many people, both today and in the past. We also talked about how academic practices produce messy collectives, and why polyvocal communities are the best ones.

View from above UiS

That was the end of my official contributions to this week long course, which continues with a museum day on Wednesday and a closer look at East Asia during the last few days. But it wasn’t quite my final event with the enthusiastic PhD students. They led me on a long and labyrinthine walk down toward the water’s edge, past the football stadium, through an open construction site, past a massive structure used to repair oil rigs, until we finally arrived a a small, basically hidden barge, tied up to a dock in full late afternoon darkness. On the barge was a small wooden sauna hut with a wood stove burning inside. There were also two ladders leading down to the imposingly cold waters of the bay. (The water temperature was, I think, around 8 degrees C, or 46 F, which seems about right – but the air was a bit colder than that!). I enjoyed popping in and out of the cold water while warming up with everyone in the sauna. I left earlier than the students. The walk back to the bus stop through the maze of construction was tricky, and I did get on the bus heading the wrong way – but I made it back to to the cozy Yladir hotel eventually.

Such a pleasure to visit the Greenhouse and NoRS-EH! It’s been, over the past few years for people like me who follow environmental humanities scholarship online, something of a legendary place. The Book Talk e-archive that Dolly and Finn Arne have compiled since the early days of Covid moved so many things online is an amazing resource. Even though daylight was in short supply – the sun didn’t come up until after 9 am, and it set before 4 pm – I enjoyed some great walks around campus. But the fjord hikes will have to wait for a future visit!

Cormorant on the water

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Waves of Peniche (HNE III)

December 4, 2022 by Steve Mentz

In between sessions at the HNE III conference (Histories of Nature and Environments, 3rd meeting), I would sneak outside of the Escola Superior de Turismo e Tecnologia do Mar where we were meeting, walk about 30 meters to the edge of a cliff, and stare down at the waves. Located on the point of a peninsula that until maybe a millennium ago had been an island, Peniche angles out into the Atlantic surge. The surf isn’t quite as fierce as nearby Nazare, but it was plenty awesome for me.

Thirty feet from the lecture hall

I also spent a few hours splashing around in the surf the day before I gave my conference-opening keynote. Nothing better than an afternoon of bodysurfing and a nicely grilled fish to get read to talk about the blue humanities!

The conference, organized by Ana Roque and Cristina Brito of NOVA University of Lisbon, with support from the 4Oceans Project that Cristina leads, brought together environmental and oceans scholars from four continents and many methodologies. I won’t be able to do justice to the range of individual paper sessions, which ranged from the densely empirical to the floridly theoretical. I might mention briefly Cristina Brito’s presentation, which was the last in the conference except for the fourth keynote. She presented her ongoing research on manatees, the massive marine mammals found both in West Africa and the West Indies. the sightings of which underlie many legends of mermaids and human-fish hybrids. Her presentation gave a glimpse of the range and curiosity that drives this project, as well as the many other projects that 4Oceans supports.

I will give very short comments on each of the four keynotes. I feel deeply honored to be in such company!

Blue Humanities Opener

Me talking

I won’t say much about my own presentation, except that I used a slide of a painting by the great Vanessa Daws as well as the poem I wrote for her Swimming a Long Way Together project to introduce the human-ocean relationship in poetic terms. I also talked about my local waters in Short Beach, and the overstuffed structure of my forthcoming book, An Introduction to the Blue Humanities (look for it in ’23!). Also – I loved the place, the audience, the generous introduction and lively q&a. I don’t know if I could really hear the rumble of the surf behind me, but it felt as if I could!

South African Vistas

Jane Carruthers, coming to Portugal from Johannesburg, South Africa, gave a wondrously wide-ranging talk on the Sashe-Limpopo valley, a fairly remote part of southern Africa at the confluence of two rivers, the Sashe and the Limpopo, and three countries, Botswana, Zimbabwe, and South Africa. The site was home to an ancient civilization, now called the Mapungubwe people and the site of a National Park and nascent tourist industry. Jane talked about the efforts to cultivate the heritage of the 11th century Mapungubwe people, and also about how that legacy was being used for 21st century nationalist ends. It was a resonant and sobering story, which for me also had the consequence of reminding me how much I love South African literature and culture. J.M. Coetzee has been a favorite of mine since I discovered him in college (in the 1980s), but I also thought about Ezekial Mphalele, Mazisi Kunene, Bessie Head, Olive Schreiner, and others. It’s a rich literature, and not as well known in the northern hemisphere as it should be.

Whale Cultures

Hal’s slide

The third keynote, the morning of day 2, featured Hal Whitehead, from Dalhousie University in Nova Scotia. Hal is famous in ocean studies as co-author with Luke Rendell of The Cultural Lives of Whales and Dolphins (2014), a book whose argument, contained in its title, still blows my mind. In an endearingly understated and transparently clear presentation, Whitehead took us through the cultural markers created through whalesong, with special attention to sperm whales in the Pacific and the Caribbean. One of the most striking images was a pair of slides, presenting research from one of Whitehead’s former students I think, that showed the vast areas dominated by single song-cultures of Pacific whales, contrasted with the tiny, basically island-shaped areas that featured a common song in the Caribbean. Why, I asked after the talk, did Pacific whalesongs span such vast oceanic spaces, when Caribbean song-communities were so small? He wasn’t sure – but he said that he thinks it might have something to do with local environmental differences. I love the idea of sperm whale cultures in the Pacific spanning hundreds of miles, and I wonder also about how the smaller, more confined waterways of the Caribbean shape their different cultures. (My just-finished book uses different oceans, from Pacific to Arctic, to frame human culture, so I was very interested to consider how whale cultures may also be shaped by waterscapes.)

Urban Wildlife of Brazil

Bodysurfing spot

Regina Horta Duarte, from the Universidade Federal de Minas Gerais, Brazil, rounded out the speakers by talking about nonhuman life in one of the planet’s largest mega-cities. The greater metro area of Sao Paolo, Brazil, boasts over 22 million human inhabitants, and the number of birds, beasts, and insects are basically uncountable. Horta Duarte’s talk explored the edges of the city’s major park, and also talked about how birds and other animals engage with human infrastructure, especially glass windows and convenient-seeming paved roads. I caught up with her after her talk and spoke for a bit about how to distinguish among the different needs of different animals – some need conservation, while others can co-habitate with humans to some extent. The trick, always, is knowing which is which!

Whalebone Archeology

We spent our last half-day in a deconsecrated church that was being transformed into a museum in the village of Autouguia de Baleia, just a bit inland from the peninsula of Peniche. Not that long ago – just a bit over a thousand years ago – Peniche had been an island, and Autouguia was the local port. The channel had sedimented in sometime before the medieval period; the oldest fortifications of Peniche date to around the 14th century. As its second name Baleia (“baleen”) suggests, Autouguia was a whaling town. Among the artifacts recently recovered and being prepared for display are whalebones. A mock-up display even shows how old stone houses may have used fossilized whale bones as part of rock walls.

Pasts and Futures of Peniche?

The artifacts of humans and cetaceans from the Roman, medieval, and early modern periods provided a rich historical context for our days in Peniche. I could not help thinking about Hal’s ideas about the song-cultures of whales as I handled the fossil baleen and spinal bones. What is the full story, the entire song, of whales and humans, perhaps the two smartest mammals to have evolved in the past few million years on our blue planet? Not long ago it seemed as if the small, greedy primates would wipe out the massive cetaceans. Now – well, it’s hard to know what will happen in the Anthropocene, though many populations of whales are coming back.

Hal told a story about speaking with the historian Bathsheba Demuth, who by coincidence I had met in Tutzing, Germany, just the month before. Her research on Native Alaskan whaling cultures had lead him to think that whales might learn and transmit information as humans do, via cultures – which sent him back to his scientific data. I love that story’s narrative of exchange, in which a humanist empirical historian tells a story to a data-driven scientist, who uses that story to reassess his own work. And later that work finds its way to a poetically-minded humanist like me, to light up my imagination.

Exchanges like that are why cross-disciplinary exchanges are worth pursuing, even in this age of Covid and climate change. That’s what we sought, and what we found, a few weeks ago in Peniche.

I look forward to seeing all these wonderful people again soon!

Tagus, farewell (Lisbon after the conference)

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Swim Poems (Ghostbird, 2022)

November 19, 2022 by Steve Mentz

I’m excited to announce the publication of my first chapbook of poems! Swim Poems came out in late October, when I was sick with Covid and isolating on a farmhouse in rural Bavaria.

It’s available to order from Ghostbird Press.

With thanks to Peter Vanderberg for editorial magic, and to James and Thomas Vanderberg for gorgeous artwork.

Shark and Storm. Image by Thomas Vanderberg
Of Thirteen Minds, Image by James Vanderberg.

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Sailing without Ahab – under contract for 2024!

August 24, 2022 by Steve Mentz

The idea swam up from the depths maybe a half-dozen years ago – what if the Pequod set sail without her Captain? Do we really need that bad old man, dismasted and enraged, at the helm? Might freedom, in fact, be something else entirely?

The notion crept into my imagination and wouldn’t go away. So I niggled around with it a bit. I published two smalls sets of poems with the Glasgow Review of Books. The first in April 2017, included a title poem for the project, “Sailing without Ahab.” The second, in May 2018, included “Great White Evil God,” which thrashes around with the whiteness of the whale. By this time I had found the shape, a mad swimalong quest that would follow the crew from Etymology to Epilogue, Loomings to the third day’s Chase. A poem for every chapter, none of them boasting any Captain. It was a lot of poems. My voyage was slow.

Many things shattered into new shapes in spring 2020, and as I adapted to being shut in, I found in writing poetry my pandemic sourdough. The dam burst right around the time we brought a new puppy into our home, the irrepressible Blue, whose company gave me lots of pre-dawn walks to the water and quiet time in the house, even after Covid restrictions boomeranged my son back into our basement. I suppose it was around this time that I started my daily waterpic Insta practice, too, for anyone who’s keeping score.

The poetic rhythms that clicked into place in 2020 have since led me to start sending poems out to literary magazines, and I’ve published a half-dozen or so in these semi-post-pandemic years. Sailing without Ahab also came out of that burst of creativity, and I’m so pleased to be working with the great Richard Morrison and Fordham UP for this project.

Blue, my Muse

The book will have lots of parts – a mad sailalong with the crew of the Pequod, an experiment in creative-critical writing, a form of maniacal close reading, an oblique extension of blue humanities ideas and practices. But at its center is a surging, wallowing, breeching mass of poems, one hundred and thirty-eight in total, one for each chapter of Melville’s oceanic epic, including the Etymology, Abstracts, and Epilogue.

I hope you’ll join me for the voyage in spring 2024!

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A Conversation about Swimming with Karen Eva Carr

July 19, 2022 by Steve Mentz

Like many blue humanities people, I was excited to see Karen Eva Carr’s new book, Shifting Currents: A World History of Swimming appear from Reaktion earlier this summer. I was lucky to read the book in manuscript, though my excessive praise didn’t all fit onto the back jacket. Here’s the full version –

All humans can swim, but not everyone makes the effort to learn. Out of the cultural asymmetry between swimming and non-swimming cultures, Karen Eva Carr’s expansive and engaging volume traces a complex narrative about the ‘art’ of swimming in world history since the last Ice Age. Carr shows how different cultures organized themselves against each other in relation to swimming practices, from the skilled exploits of Indigenous and African swimmers to the radical immersions of avant-garde Europeans like Byron and Shelley to modern cultural battles over access to watery spaces from California to Australia to Japan. She demonstrates the recurrence of fundamental cultural anxieties about the water – that it is too sacred to be polluted by humans, that it encourages sexual licentiousness, that it is dangerous, and that it promotes racial and class mixing – and shows how these ancient patterns continue in our ambivalently water-focused present. As seas rise in the twenty-first century, we should heed the lessons of this rich history.

I met Karen during the timeless haze of the later pandemic on the always-gorgeous grounds of Mystic Seaport in Connecticut , and we talked about trying to do an event and discussion for the book’s launch. She’s back on the West Coast now, so we have moved to an online discussion.

The recurrence of cultural ideas about swimming, which include the notions that immersion is sacred, that it is licentious, that it is dangerous, and that it promotes the mixing of races and classes, seem a great place to start. 

Why does swimming mean what it means?

KC – Thank you for the kind introduction! I’m so glad you were willing to read my book before publication and lend it your support. It was great to meet you at Mystic Seaport last year (too bad we didn’t record *that* conversation to share!) and I’m sorry that my itinerant life and covid combined to impede the in-person event we had hoped for. But I’m loving being back in Portland, where despite our reputation for rain, we actually have lovely sunny summers that are perfect for swimming outside. And from Portland, I’m excited that this conversation will be a good opportunity to explore some of the ways in which our ideas overlap and can feed each other.

I’m going to take your questions one at a time. Why does swimming mean what it means? I think swimming has taken on this strong cultural significance because it’s a great shibboleth. As in the Bible story (Judges 12), where the Jews identified their enemies by their inability to pronounce the word ‘shibboleth’ correctly, swimming is a skill that is difficult to learn and impossible to fake. Nobody, no matter how motivated, can simply jump in deep water and swim without learning how. In places where not everyone learns to swim, swimming presents insiders with a simple and foolproof method for uncovering outsiders who are presenting false credentials. I think we see this in Plato’s proverb that ignorant people can ‘neither read nor swim’: reading, like swimming, is a skill that is difficult to learn and impossible to fake, so it, too, is a good way to uncover would-be social climbers.

SM: That’s an interesting way to frame swimming as a cultural marker. Swimming, like reading, becomes a marker of identity? That also seems important to the story your book tells about swimming cultures, in Africa, the Americas, and other warm/tropical areas, in contrast with non-swimming cultures, mostly from colder places in the north.

KC: Right! In swimming cultures, in the south, this wouldn’t work as a social marker, because everyone learns to swim as a baby. But in northern cultures, even where some people learned to swim, it was mostly the most cosmopolitan, privileged people who learned, and that’s where swimming became a way to discern social status – which it still is today for many people.

SM: That makes me think about recent American history, in which many public pools were closed during the Civil Rights Era, when they would have otherwise been forced to integrate. As a result, swimming and swimming clubs became markers of status and often of race. Jeff Wiltse’s great book Contested Waters: A Social History of Swimming Pools in America (2010) provides a detailed history. 

KC: I love Jeff Wiltse’s book on this! There’s also Andrew Kahrl, The Land Was Ours: How Black Beaches Became White Wealth in the Coastal South (2012), and Gilbert Mason’s Beaches, Blood, and Ballots: A Black Doctor’s Civil Rights Struggle (2000), which tells the story from a Black man’s point of view. But I’d put it the other way around: swimming had been a marker of status for Europeans since the early Iron Age, when Odysseus knew how to swim but his crew members didn’t. And swimming had been a marker of race at least since the 1400s, when European slave-traders in Africa justified their monstrous business by claiming that African people’s knowledge of swimming showed that they were practically animals. It was because swimming was already a strong cultural marker that White people refused to desegregate the pools, even as they did desegregate other public spaces like libraries and restaurants. 

The Pithekoussai Krater, from the Bay of Naples in the Iron Age, possibly showing Odysseus swimming as his men drown

Different Strokes

SM: After reading the excerpt of your book on Slate, I’m thinking about the different swimming strokes. Why is it that Europeans love the breaststroke?

KC: Our earliest definite evidence for swimming shows a clear overhand stroke, alternating arms with a straight-legged flutter kick: that’s how we see swimming on an Egyptian hieroglyph from the Old Kingdom, about 5000 years ago. As far as we can tell, that’s how everybody swam from then until the Late Middle Ages, around 1200 CE. That’s true not only throughout Africa, but also in Asia and in Europe in the time of the Greeks and Romans, and in the Americas: everyone swims with an overhand, alternating stroke. It’s faster, of course, than anything else we know of. Maybe it’s also more natural, in the sense of being more like crawling, and more the way dogs and other animals swim, than the breaststroke is. Interestingly, we don’t see much in the way of backstroke in early images of swimming. That, too, seems to wait for the Late Middle Ages. So I think that for most swimmers all over the world, swimming just meant the ‘crawl’ stroke; that was what swimming was.

Early Egyptian hieroglyph of a swimmer, c. 2900 BC

SM: The early modern English academic Everard Digby talks about swimming like a frog, and shows some pictures of it in De arte natandi (1587). (I wrote a short piece about Digby as swimming teacher here.) That also makes me wonder about whether ancient peoples swam with their faces down in the water. That’s more efficient, but hard to see, and uncomfortable in salt water before goggles. 

KC: I’ve actually always hated swim goggles, so I’m used to swimming with my face in the water. I guess in the ocean I just don’t open my eyes under the water; I don’t think I’ve ever tried that. I just look when I take a breath. But in lakes and rivers, I do open my eyes. I don’t know of any discussion of this question, either from southern swimming cultures or among northerners, about whether people opened their eyes underwater. I do suspect that most northerners didn’t put their faces in the water at all if they could help it.

SM: I’d love to read a history of underwater looking! Margaret Cohen has a brand-new study of underwater photography and film, The Underwater Eye: How the Movie Camera Opened the Depths and Unleashed New Realms of Fantasy (2022) – but I’ve not yet received my copy! I think the modern popularizer of swimming goggles was a WWI fighter pilot, Guy Gilpatric, who modified his flight goggles. 

KC: Oh, that’s very interesting! I never thought about where swimming goggles came from, but that does seem likely! It’s always dangerous to argue from silence, but I think the silence of our sources on this subject probably indicates that most Europeans swam with their faces out of the water. Byron and his friends, however, are said to have dived to retrieve thimbles from the bottom of the river, so I imagine they must have opened their eyes for that!

How does breaststroke become the dominant stroke of European swimmers?

KC: Well, there is one exception to the general rule that breaststroke is mostly a European innovation, from Central America. About 400-100 BC, images of Maya swimmers show them with their hands together and legs bent, in what could be the breaststroke with a frog kick, but might just be a representation of diving. Otherwise, the big change comes in the Late Middle Ages, as I said. In the 1260s, an illustration of swimming from Frederick II’s On the Art of Hunting with Birds might show the breaststroke; another image from fourteenth-century Iran may show breaststroke with frog kick. The first definite illustration of the breaststroke is in the Très riches heures du duc de Berry, from about 1415, and involves peasants swimming in a pond, but after that everyone in Europe uses the breaststroke exclusively, until the 1800s. Even today, most Europeans learn only the breaststroke, unless they are very good swimmers. The change seems to be connected to a very ancient fear of disturbing the water by splashing. This goes back at least three thousand years: in the early Iron Age, Hesiod warns against crossing rivers without praying first. Zoroastrian Avestas from Iran are concerned about ‘the defilement of still water.’ The Biblical prophet Ezekiel criticizes Egypt’s Pharaoh: ‘you trouble the waters with your feet.’ The Roman philosopher Seneca reviles ‘the enthusiast who plunges into the swimming-tank with unconscionable noise and splashing.’ Around 1000 AD, the Uzbek doctor Ibn Sina also recommended bathing calmly and quietly. And the same sentiment appears in the 1840s, when The Times in London rejected a demonstration of the ‘crawl’ stroke by two Native Americans as ‘grotesque’ because the swimmers ‘lashed the water violently with their arms…and beat downward with their feet.’ People sought ‘a minimum of splashing.’ And it’s still true today. In the 2000s, British ‘wild swimmers’ still value ‘meditative’ swimming, ‘without kicking or thrashing around.’ 

This fear of splashing isn’t a problem anywhere else: in the Americas, in Africa, in Southeast Asia and Japan, people kept right on using a ‘crawl’ stroke into modern times. There’s no concern about splashing. In the United States today, most children learn the ‘crawl’ stroke first, and only later the breaststroke as a minor alternative. I’m not sure whether that’s because United States swimmers were more influenced by Native American swimmers (especially the Hawaiian Duke Kahanamoku, who won Olympic medals in the 1920s), or because United States swim teachers (mostly outside of school) place more emphasis on competition swimming, whereas European swim teachers (mostly in a school context) emphasize water safety. 

SM: I wonder also if it’s generational – I learned crawl stroke in the early 1970s in a system that sent me right through to the swim team. But I’m pretty sure my parents, who learned in the 1950s, also in New Jersey, started with a version of breast stroke. My Dad taught me an irregular breaststroke, which involved putting my head all the way under the water and pulling my arms all the way to my side, sort of like elementary backstroke on the belly. My teachers, who wanted me to learn regulation breaststroke so I could race, were appalled!

KC: Oh, that’s very interesting! I definitely learned crawl first. I only really learned breaststroke when I was in school in France, where they learned breaststroke first and only the best swimmers (the Dolphin group) learned freestyle. My mother says she learned crawl from her mother, and only learned breaststroke when she took a synchronized swimming class in college, wanting to be like Esther Williams! She says as far as she knows her mother knew only the crawl, which she learned at summer camp. My father thinks his mother swam breaststroke, though I know I saw her swim sidestroke too as an older woman. 

Karen with her youngest nephew, in Indiana

SM: My kids – who learned to swim through the YMCA at a town pool in Branford CT in the early 2000s – started with crawl. 

KC: Mine also learned crawl first, and breaststroke later, at the public pools in Portland, OR in the early 2000s.

SM: Shall we talk about Roger Deacon’s Waterlog here? I was shocked when I read that book & realized he was a breastroker. But I do think it’s a great book.

KC: He’s an excellent example of the meditative swimmer. I’m interested in his imagination of his own swimming as both natural and rebellious. There’s a whole movement in the 1800s where British swimmers see their own swimming as scientific and civilized, like the Greeks and Romans, and they contrast that with the ‘natural’ and ‘savage’ swimming of Indigenous Americans, Africans, and Australians. The breaststroke, then, was the scientific stroke, unlike the ‘savage’s’ crawl stroke. So you’re right, it’s very interesting that even though he’s all about ‘natural’ swimming, he still uses the breaststroke….

SM: Deakin is often described as the initiator of the “wild swimming” craze in Europe. Though I’m not sure how “wild” it always is – mostly he swims in rivers and harbors!

KC: LOL, I think ‘wild’ swimmers often just mean they’re not in a chlorinated swimming pool? I’m sure you read the New Yorker story about them? (although now that I google it, apparently the New Yorker does a version of this story every five years or so; stories about wild swimming must be very reliably popular!)

SM: Wild swimming, in whatever fashion, is definitely a fun topic. Another incidental history-of-breaststroke story – a  neighbor of mine who knows my obsessions stopped me on the street when I was walking my dogs last night to say that they swam a breaststroke-ish stroke in the movie “The Northman,” which I’ve not seen. 

KC: That’s probably not right! I don’t know of any evidence for the breaststroke as early as the 800s AD, when that film is set. Beowulf swims ‘hugging the ocean currents with your arms, gliding over the sea’ (notice the emphasis on not-splashing!) and we might see that hugging image as indicating the breaststroke. But in the saga of Cormac, from Iceland in the 900s CE, Bersi’s ‘manner of swimming was to breast the waves and strike out with all his might.’ Wouldn’t you have to be using your arms alternately to ‘strike out’ like that? 

On behalf of the Early Medievalist Mary Rambaran-Olm, and also for myself, I have to add also that The Northman is the latest in a long line of Viking movies to push the false idea that all ‘real’ Europeans are pale, blond, and blue-eyed: white supremacy at work. That wasn’t true in the Stone Age, and it has never been true at any time since then either.

SM: I very much agree with MRO’s critique of “The Northman,” and with her and many other medievalists’ important pushback against the fantasies of an all-white Middle Ages. That’s not true, and it’s deeply pernicious in the present day.

How does the contrast between overarm swimming, which is faster but also provides less above the water visibility, and breaststroke, map onto the book’s larger argument about swimming cultures?

KC: Part of the issue may be that Europeans and Central Asians didn’t like to put their faces in the water to swim; this is still an issue for many people. Illustrations of Greek and Roman swimmers may indicate that their heads are out of the water; some descriptions of ancient swimming also seem to assume that people tried to keep their hair dry. You can swim the breaststroke without putting your face in the water. 

SM: That’s what I see too, even today. I wonder also if the practice is, or at least was until recently, somewhat gendered, with head-dry breastroke being more ladylike. Or maybe that’s just my own sexist childhood culture speaking?

KC: I don’t know of any discussion along those lines, either from antiquity or from the 19th c., where people recommend keeping the hair dry especially for women. Ovid, in describing Leander’s swimming, seems to assume that Leander’s trying to keep his face dry: ‘the swollen water opposed my boyish attempt, and, swimming against the waves, my mouth was submerged.’ The late antique poet Nonnus also describes Semele swimming: ‘she kept her head dry, stretched well above the stream by her practiced skill, under water only just to the hairline, pushing her chest through the stream and pressing the water back with alternating feet.’ Digby’s swimming manual’s illustrations also show the male swimmers with their heads out of the water. 

Digby, Art of Swimming

As late as 1906, an American swim coach dismissed the practice of side breathing on the grounds that ‘it is very exhausting, owing principally to the fact that the breath must be held, excepting at intervals when the head is raised forward or at one side for breathing purposes. In addition the swimmer finds it difficult to keep a straight course.’

I have found generally that we tend to assume that there was a lot of gendering in swimming and that the historical evidence doesn’t support it. Both in the south and in the north, there’s no reason to think women didn’t swim as much as men in all periods, except insofar as women were legally barred from the pool in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Maybe girls were less free to go wander to the nearest pond, but our sources don’t discuss it.

Neither of my grandfathers really knew how to swim, and my father doesn’t really either: just barely enough crawl to pass the college swim test. So that’s only anecdote, but in my own family, 20th c. women swam much better than men. More recently, all my brothers and sisters swim pretty well. 

Where do you like to swim?

KC: I grew up in upstate New York, where I had two very different swimming experiences that paralleled each other. On the one hand, my mother took us nearly every day in summer to a private swim club (not a country club, but not so far off one either), with a good-sized pool and diving board, where we were in and out of the water all day long. We had swim lessons there, and played pool games like Marco Polo and hunts for bracelets thrown down to the bottom of the pool; I remember trying over and over again to stand on a kickboard pushed under the water. My mother liked us to swim there; she didn’t like us to swim in unsupervised rivers and ponds, but we did anyway. We often skinny-dipped in the city reservoir, which was totally not allowed; you could climb the rocks and jump off, and swim under waterfalls. If you held your clothes over your head, swimming across the reservoir was also a shortcut from our house to our friends’.

When I was a teenager, we spent summers in France, where my father was working, and we used to swim at the university pool near our house, which was open to the public. It was an enormous Olympic pool, with a separate diving pool. My brother jumped from the ten meter platform, but I never got higher than the five meter platform. For a few francs (about a dollar) you could rent a large inner tube, about six feet across. But as soon as you put it in the water, piratical teens would board your craft and push you off. Then your gang spent the rest of the afternoon trying to seize someone else’s inner tube, because you couldn’t leave the pool without returning a tube. There were lifeguards, but they refused to get involved in this daily war. That was great fun!  

Kelley Point Park, where the Willamette meets the Columbia river (John Wachunas at Spinlister)

In Oregon, as in New York, we sometimes swim in public swimming pools, and sometimes in the Sandy or the Willamette river. I like both swimming pools and rivers, but adults in American swimming pools are expected basically to swim laps, so I really would rather swim in rivers, where you can play games and socialize in the water, and there aren’t so many rules. A new friend just told me about some swimming holes on the Washougal, a smaller river, that I am looking forward to trying out! 

SM: These days I mostly swim in the salt water of Long Island Sound, or down the shore in New Jersey on family vacation – but I also did a fun swim auto bio for an Australian blog a couple years ago.

Here I am swimming in the warm water of Long Island Sound. Note the goggles!

KC: Love this! I feel like I’ve gotten to know you a lot better by reading it. I was never a sports team person myself: my swimming has nearly all been with young kids in tow, as a form of child care, so not solitary at all! I’ve done a lot of my swimming with a child lying on my back, holding on loosely around my neck. I can swim breaststroke that way until the child is about five or six, and then they’re too heavy for me to get my head up and catch my breath, and they have to learn to swim on their own… I was super amused to see this image of a Taino or Arawak woman swimming in the same way half a millennium ago: 

SM: I have also spent lots of time swimming with kids on my back or shoulders, though not so much since they’ve grown up. I swim mostly now from the beach down the street from my house, in Branford CT. It’s very much the social hub of the neighborhood, especially in summer – kids and some senior citizens in floaties, the occasional dog, paddle boarders, kayaks, and sailboats all sharing space with open-water swimmers like me. Plus we share the bay with cormorants, osprey, and an increasing population of menhaden (“bunker” or “pogies”), which have had their populations rebound since we moved here twenty-five years ago. I love seeing a cormorant come up from a dive with a fish in its mouth bigger than its own head! 

I had a dip in the Willamette a few years ago – maybe 2019? pre-Covid, anyway – and it seems like a great place to swim!

KC: It really is: not too cold in the summer, calm and placid, and (now that it has been cleaned up) clean! We’re fortunate to have it so close. You’re very fortunate to live within a short walk of the beach, though, and to have social swimming so easily available! 

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Fat Ham at the Public

June 18, 2022 by Steve Mentz

Let’s start with some spicy bites to get the taste in your mouth —

  • One highlight was Nikki Crawford’s Tedra (Gertrude) in her short shorts and skimpy top getting a bit too close to Dave & Steph Hershinow, who were sitting in the front row. Tedra insisted that “you look down on me, don’t you?” The lady protested just the right amount.
  • Of the several shout-outs to Big Will, I think my favorite was the moment when Billy Eugene Jones’s Rev (Claudius) rushed out to present a huge tray of BBQ, shouting in triumph, “It’s all in the rub!” Not to be out-done, Marcel Spears’s Juicy (Hamlet) quipped bitterly from the side-stage, “Ay, there’s the rub.”
  • Maybe I’m just missing ribs after a half-dozen years as a vegetarian, but at the end of the night I kept repeating in my mind one of Hamlet’s snide remarks about his mother’s remarriage, in which he tells Horatio that “the funeral baked meats / Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables” (1.2.179-80). I especially love the adverb “coldly,” which describes the physical state of the leftovers while also voicing moral disapproval. But in Fat Ham, the meat is always hot, tender, dripping off the bone.

It’s a spicy, sweet play down at the Public Theater on Lafayette Street through July 15. I drove home thinking about smoked pork ribs as metaphors and material. The family business in James Ijames’s Pulitzer Prize winning play is barbeque, not Denmark. Killing swine to slow-smoke the meat and serve it in a tasty sauce makes a complex symbol for man’s work, but in Jones’s first moments on stage playing the ghost of Pap (Old Hamlet) he insists that it’s all about how you use the knife. He wants Juicy to butcher his uncle like a hog, “the way I showed you.” (Jones played both brothers, the dead Pap and the living Rev, in a nice casting touch that confused Juicy and titillated Tedra.) But if violence was Pap’s command to Juicy, Rev’s cooking and his dedication to making the meat succulent (did he ever say the meat was “juicy”? I’m not sure, but that’s the idea) suggested that violence isn’t the only way to make flesh tender. In Shakespeare’s play, Claudius is a Machiavellian mastermind. In Ijames’s, Rev is a good cook. Two different ways to modify the flesh around you!

According to both the dead father and the live uncle, the problem with Juicy, is that he’s “soft.” But the truth is, everyone in the play wants bites of tender flesh. Especially Juicy’s! (A note I found the next day in the Playbill, from the playwright: “This play is offering tenderness next to softness as a practice of living.” Soft and tender does it…)

[The spoilers start here, so if you’re planning to get downtown by July 15, maybe wait to read more…]

We all know Hamlet operates through hidden trauma – the prince’s inner curse may arise from ghostly visitation, existential insight, or blood-deep melancholy, but the lure of some hidden knowledge is the thing that centuries of actors and audiences have tried to dig into. In Ijames’s brilliant generational twist on Shakespeare’s paradigmatic structure, Juicy’s secret is queerness. But it turns out that everyone knows about it already — “You like boys, right?” says his straight-talking Mom, about mid-way through the action — and besides all the second-generation figures in this story are queer. Adrianna Mitchell’s Opal (Ophelia) and Juicy love each other, but they’re not looking for any cis-het action. Calvin Leon Smith’s Larry (Laertes) starts deep in the closet, in military uniform, while stoned Tio (Horatio), performed when I saw the show by the brilliant understudy Marquis D. Gibson, is so liberated that he debates a career in online porn before his show-stopping performance of an erotic encounter with a video game. In a world where the adult men are murderers, hog butcherers, and overly dramatic cooks, the queer generation rejects the drives and ambitions that Pap and Rev represent. Nobody wants to inherit this BBQ!

Plays are systems and characters aren’t people, so I don’t have favorite characters in Hamlet. But if I did they would be Gertrude and Polonius, played here as a pair of knowing, show-stopping women. Tedra (Gertrude) in shorts and a halter-top pranced about the stage, while Benja Kay Thomas as Rabby (Polonius) was resplendent in a purple dress and o’er-spreading hat. The two women formed an excessively hetero-sexed bridge between the killing and cooking older men and the queer kids. I loved seeing these two play as a team.

Juicy holds a kitchen knife a few times, and he fake-boxes with Rev, but he’s not the killer that Shakespeare’s hero perhaps reluctantly becomes. Juicy repents his one supreme moment of cruelty, outing Larry to his family, but at the play’s end it turns out that having one’s true self exposed isn’t destructive — in fact it enables a cross-dressed Larry to capture center stage for the final dance number. In Ijames’s dramatic world, you don’t have to kill or cook to survive. Playing is the thing, and also singing.

The bad old Rev still to go, and in a delicious pun he chokes on his own delectable pork rib. Juicy attempts a Heimlich, since he seems to be the only one who knows how to do it (perhaps because of his few semesters in Human Relations online at the University of Phoenix?), but Rev pushes him away in a bout of homophobia that, quite rightly, prevents his future breathing. Once the old man is down, the assembled cast seems ready to follow well-read Juicy’s instructions about how the story ends: “we’ll all kill each other.” Opal, who had always wanted to be a marine like her brother Larry, seems quite keen on some bloodshed. But then Juicy, in a glorious moment of intertextual revelation and discovery, realized that the group didn’t have to follow the old tragic story anymore. Why not live, instead?

Before the play, I had dinner with my friend and one-time teacher, Susanne Wofford, whose class on Shakespeare in the summer of 1994 changed my life and set me down the professional path I’m on now. She mentioned that she felt that Hamlet has become, in recent years, the most omnipresent of Shakespeare’s plays. She wasn’t sure why. There’s a way, it seems to me, that plays like King Lear and The Tempest may speak more directly to the looming ecological catastrophe of the present day. But after watching Fat Ham, I drove home to the utopia of coastal Connecticut thinking that Hamlet, perhaps more than any other tragedy, represents a vision of politics and succession as a prison, a locked box from which there is no escape. That no-future world feels perilously close today. The innovation of this brilliant, funny, exuberant response to Shakespeare was to unlock the box, to imagine a future of queer possibilities, to give into excess, and to laugh.

It’s not always clear to me, as we limp through pandemics, heat waves, and sclerotic politics, that we can follow Juicy’s turn into a happier generation. But I’d like to think so!

What a show!

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