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Santérus Academic Press Mai 2015, 2015
217x144x22 mm. Taschenbuch. Neuware - Metaphores are all around, but what do they really mean This book will encourage you to think about them critically. A metaphor can say more than a thousand words. It is a blessing for us - but it can also be a curse. It helps us put into words remarkable phenomena, such as 'black holes'. Yet it can also obscure our view, throw up smokescreens and extinguish the light of thought . Metaphors flourish in the workplaces of organisations. But what do all these words mean, and whom should one believe Is it really the market that sets market-rate pay (Or should the most fun jobs pay less ) And what does the hunt for cutting-edge competence mean exactly Do truly sick organisations exist and, if so, can they be treated with pills or is surgery in the form of outsourcing the only cure Östen Ohlsson and Björn Rombach encourage us to look for a metaphor and then to look beyond and around it. They want us to engage in free and conscious thought. By way of help, they present us with a toolset. The book is a provocative challenge to engage in critical analysis, rather than an attempt at persuasion. 248 pp. Englisch. Neu. Artikel-Nr.: 9789173350419.
Buch. Leder. Wood, Jasper (1921-2002), American civil rights activist, photographer and writer. - The letters are addressed to the American writer and editor (Carrefour Press) Michael Fraenkel (1896-1957), in the 1930s in Paris a close friend and furtherer of Henry Miller ("Boris" in Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" is modeled after him). - At the time when these letters were written young Jasper Wood made his first literary steps and was about to make a name of himself as a photographer. He was highly attracted by Fraenkel's concept of the spiritual death suffered by materialist Western man, as laid down in Fraenkel's books "Werther's Younger Brother" (1930), "Bastard Death (1936)" and "Death Is Not Enough"(1939) - a spiritual death to be overcome by the return to human love, which Wood refers to as "religiousness". - - 1) July 19, (1947). After their first meeting (in Fraenkel's home in New York) Wood writes he had been going "through a horrible Werther period" due to his "working in the commercial world" - "My photography has become my only creative outfit for the time being - and I have even sold some of it . - - Our talk and the presence reveales how deeply you are motivated by this religiousness within your mind!!! With Miller its in his guts!!! And with Patchen its deep in his soul ." Joyce, Picasso, and Freud were realizing this need for religiousness to a degree, yet "they were men of action - not men of love - and they went deep into the Bastard Death, which is the same as Lawrences Masturbative Man ." - - 2) No date (1947). Lengthily discussing his book project "The Voice of the Apocalypse" in which he wishes to present (together with prospective co-authors like Fraenkel) "the general history of Apocalyptic writing", naming Celine, Henry Miller, Kenneth Patchen, Dylan Thomas and others. - "Is Giono an apocalyptic voice, or is he a pastoralist . - - Did I tell you Bastard Death was the only book in English in Otto Rank's library when he died? Well it was, a signed copy ." - - 3) (September 26, 1947). Again on the book project, and on Miller. ". Am enclosing a letter from Miller's wife that speaks for itself. As a man he seems about through - and as a writer just beginning. But for a man like Miller to have a wife say no - that's too much. He likes Lawrence - but remember how Lawrence hated the possessiveness of the word 'wife'. And when she refers to him as 'Henry Miller' it's too much. It sounds too much like God. Patchen and Miller create the same response - you don't - and therein lies your inviolate fineness . - - Don't ever let what has happened to Miller in America happen to you. If it starts - well, go away again . And keep your manhood. I need Miller in the book though - can you get him to cooperate, do you think? . - - Oh, that Miller, he knew the need of destroying the artist in the man in his heart and soul and guts and then becomes more and more artist and less and less man. It's horrible - and if he knows what is going on . it must hurt like hell. He needs someone like you now more than ever before ." - - 4) June 24 (1951). Typewritten letter on post-war Europe. ". I can well imagine that you found Europe today not for people like us . The blood is stale, and I believe that Lawrence would at long last give up on his loved Italy. The final straw is to read that a bunch of homosexuals are living in Lawrence's old home there. They are seemingly supported by Caresse Crosby - said group includes Pearl Kazin, Truman Capote, etc. . Tennessee Williams . has also stayed with this group. Death-stayed dead, that's the only word for it. Then . those rather horrible long, exhausingly drawnout notebooks of Andre Gide. This to me seems to paint the inner exhaustion of that part of the world today ." Subsequently discussing Pound and Céline - the latter "may become a saint . Because through what appeared to be attacks upon the Jews he became the Jew through the world's attacks upon him. . Artikel-Nr.: 46714.
Barnhill, Jura, Argyllshire, 26. VIII. 1947., 1947
4to. 2½ pp. on 2 ff. Highly important autobiographical statement, composed on the Isle of Jura while writing "1984", and but a week after narrowly escaping drowning in the notorious Corryvreckan Whirlpool. The three-page-letter to the editor Richard Usborne was written to furnish him with a sketch of his life and thought, in response to his enquiry: "[.] After leaving school I served five years in the Imperial Police in Burma, but the job was totally unsuited to me and I resigned [.] I am a widower with a son aged a little over 3 [.] I [have] started a novel which I hope to finish by the spring of 1948. I am trying not to do anything else while I get on with this [.] I mean to spend the winter in Jura this year, partly because I never seem to get any continuous work done in London, partly because I think it will be a little easier to keep warm here [.]". Orwell, of course, had a greater struggle to finish '1984' than he here anticipates, being admitted to hospital early in 1948, after only the first draft was ready, and further ruining his health in a race against time to finish the book. It was finally published on 8 June 1949, seven months before his death. - The longest part of this remarkable letter is devoted to the development of those political beliefs that inform and inspired his opus magnum: "[.] As to politics, I was only intermittently interested in the subject until about 1935, though I think I can say I was always more or less 'left.' In 'Wigan Pier' I first tried to thrash out my ideas. I felt, as I still do, that there are huge deficiencies in the whole conception of Socialism, and I was still wondering there was any other way out. After having a fairly good look at British industrialism at its worst, ie. in the mining areas, I came to the conclusion that it is a duty to work for Socialism even if one is not emotionally drawn to it, because the continuance of the present conditions is simply not tolerable, and no solution except some kind of collectivism is viable, because that is what the mass of people want. About the same time I became infected with a horror of totalitarianism, which indeed I already had in the form of hostility towards the Catholic Church. I fought for six months (1936-7) in Spain on the side of Government, and had the misfortune to be mixed up in the internal struggle on the Government side, which left me with the conviction that there is not much to choose between Communism and Fascism, though for various reasons I would choose Communism if there were no other choice open. I have been vaguely associated with Trotskyists and Anarchists, and more closely with the left wing of the Labour Party (the Bevan-Foot end of it) [.] But I have never belonged to a political party, and I believe that even politically I am more valuable if I record what I believe to be true and refuse to toe a party line [.]". Usborne was at the time assistant editor to Macdonald Hastings at The Strand, and was to go on to write two classic studies, "Clubland Heroes" (1953) and "Wodehouse at Work" (1961), as well as completing Wodehouse's last novel, "Sunset at Blandings" (1977). This milieu, that Usborne was to make his own, held its fascination for Orwell as well, as exemplified by his essays on "Boys' Weeklies" (1939) and "In Defence of P. G. Wodehouse" (1945). John Rodden, in his review of Peter Davison's important 2010 collection of Orwell's correspondence (cf. below) which first included this letter, writes that "Orwell [here] furnishes a thousand-word summary regarding the evolution of his thinking on the warring ideologies of the day. Most important is his remark that 'there is not much to choose between Communism and Fascism.' Despite Orwell's status as the leading literary Cold Warrior of the West, critics and historians have not claimed that Orwell viewed communism as an evil equivalent to Nazism and fascism - not even his conservative or neoconservative admirers. Thus the statement to Richard Usborne represen. Artikel-Nr.: 32261.