Coy
Part Nine
"Crazy Man"
(D)
Eric Sloane published “When the study of the past is
mistaken for nostalgia, beware!” in 1958.
That is over fifty years ago.
It was forty-seven years before Hohn ended his article with his “Newer
is still better, but now we are nostalgic for almost everything”.
Newer
is still better, but now we are HOMESICK for almost everything?
Sloane’s
‘mistaken of past’ ENDS his “Author’s Note” in his THE SEASONS OF AMERICA PAST,
Wilfred Funk, New York, 1958. He
BEGINS this “Author’s Note” with:
“Nostalgia,
it has been said, is a great American disease. Yet an appraisal (note word choice) of the past need not be
nostalgic. True nostalgia is “homesickness,”
and even the most ardent antiquarian (note word choice) would not so yearn for
the past as to want to return completely.
In this speeding world, the faster we travel, the farther back we leave
our past. We soon find ourselves
using all our powers to “keep up with things,” and looking backward at all has
become a lost art. Even beholding
and evaluating the present becomes difficult.”
This,
again, he published in 1958. The
“Author’s Note” is followed by the first chapter; “Speeding up the Seasons”. This chapter’s text... is a splendid
Sloane screed that if hen pecked by a writer of their own screed... would
discerningly allow the words “political tract”, “manifesto”, “romantic, “Yankee
conservatism” AND “Communist Manifesto agree” to be applied.
Additionally...
the text is highly roll-off-the-tongue quotable, includes a greasing of verbal
skids to slide towards a saying “cranky guy” and... is horribly STILL
relevant as an anticipation of the first Earth Day (1970) ONWARD to our
...green planet concerns of our NOW.
Example:
“Twentieth-century
progress is sometimes more involved with speed and quantity than with
quality. For the sake of speed and
reduced costs, modern manufacturers have become artists at imitating nature, Some ice cream (NOTE THIS)
manufacturers use piperonal (excellent for killing lice) as a substitute
vanilla flavoring. Diethyl glucol
(paint-remover) and anti-freeze material is used as an egg flavor. Ethyl acetate once was used for
cleaning leather and textiles, but it makes a good artificial pineapple flavor
now. Oil paint solvent, amyl
acetate, fakes banana flavoring, benzyl acetate imitates strawberry;
butyraldehyde fakes nut flavor.
Some food manufacturers guarantee “artificial flavors absolutely pure.”
(pg. 15)”.
“Do
I wish to ever... lick... a King Kone orange-vanilla soft serve (Part Nine [C])
after ‘reading Sloane?” I ask MYSELF.
Who cares about Hohn or... anyone else.
CRANK?
ROMANTIC
political tract manifesto Yankee conservative... commie?
Screed?
The
whole damn 1958 book... is... SO FAR AHEAD and now... SO FAR BACK THERE... go
get it... off of the bookshelf in the TV ROOM... sit down and READ IT. DO NOT... just look at the pictures
like the last time... way back - way back - when it was a wrapped gift ‘under
the tree’.
One
will find a very ...reasoned... NO:
SEASONED prose style of very SEASONED content presented by a very
SEASONED hand that makes, WITHOUT SAYING SO EVER... very SEASONED SENSE. It is an informative and satisfying
read that has been long PITCHED up side down; forgotten and not known of.
And
I am not going to spend a whole lot of quoting to prove this. I do not have too. Eric Sloane... pitched... up side
down... IS STILL THERE. Everywhere
actually. That his museum is
closed... there by being... AT KENT... a splendid example of New England...
‘fall back and fade away’...: I
mean: Can I believe that I...
taking on the congestion of old New England right side up pitching the old New
England upside down off to the side... has for me... at that MY outpost fort of
strategic defense in Kent, Connecticut not only my crazy man Sloane ‘there’ but
has his museum there TOO and it is CLOSED so... I ...cannot go there because IT
has already fallen back and faded away TOO. The Sloane museum, like Susanna Johnson, hisses, “GO TO
HELL” when one ‘tries the door’.
Sloane...
in this prose snippet from this book... ALREADY...- in 1958- FULLY takes on the
speeding white SUV sunglasses wearing ‘she’s driving’ on old cow paths strip
mall congesting meridian ROLL OVER... with... “more involved with speed and
quantity than with quality” (above)... AND... rips orange-vanilla soft serve a
new one... TOO...IN THE SAME PARAGRAPH.
Such rich fertile soil I find?
“He’s
a crank”. I got it.
I
do not need Sloane anymore. He is
done for me. He; my ‘crazy man’
delivered. Delivers. WILL CONTINUE TO deliver. He is still there.
Let’s
be nice and talk about the two foot high stack of his published work. “Yeah like everyone KNOWS so like, OLD
NEWS”. He started early and peaked
as ‘crank’ before 1960. Success
filled his wallet so by the time MUSEUM of TOOLS (1964) was published
‘pictures’ ‘of things’ with info snippets was ‘he was knocking them (‘Sloane
books’ in the physical sense) out’.
TOOLS IS THAT... although ‘tool guys’ STILL see it as a manifesto...
that goes against rusted wrench art.
“GOING BACK” and actually “READING” Sloane I ...NEVER... (my carefully
chosen word)... ‘Sloane books’ “YEAH I HAVE THAT ONE I THINK”...
encounter. Most ‘have some’ “THE
TOOL ONE” and ...have read NONE... including “THE TOOL ONE”. And stammer/stagger ‘away’. They ‘spend no money’ is their ‘in
antiques (antiquarian) dealer’ jargon spot-found. Too.
AFTER
their original publication supply dried up... for ‘Eric Sloane books’ (resembling
in generic commercial common-ness... Snoopy calendar type ...stuff...) there was a decade long window
(‘pre-internet 1980’s - 1995) where ‘some’ ‘book collectors’ ‘collected’
‘SLOANE BOOKS’ and a ‘bibliography’ of his books was published. But the internet market place quickly
proved one may ‘get’ ‘any’ ‘Sloane book’ ‘you want’ at any time ‘easy’... so...
today... collector’s ‘be gone’.
The books, in New England estates are, from my vantage... ‘always a few’
in the... what is presented to me as... ‘our library’. Currently... ‘to sell’ Sloane...
hardcover in dust jacket; clean and crisp... WHOLESALE ‘to the trade’... ‘six
bucks’... OR LESS. Basically I
don’t “buy” Sloane at all... I GET Sloane. And no one ever quibbles the point;
GET... not BUY. SO... I alert the
reader:
“Perhaps
we have found a ‘the point of all this’ here... now?
Or
are we ‘too soon’?” (Part Nine [C]).
That’s
the second time I’m supplying a... the ‘answer’ or ...conclusion... to this
tale... of the Savage estate contents...
Best to lay off licking the King Kone and ‘take note’.
Now
that my witch pie and my crazy man have done their work. Now that ‘orange-vanilla’ tastes
bad. Now that my south, south west
fort against congestion ...has assured NO CONGESTION by having its museum ...
closed. Now that Susannah has
given birth, the gravestones are tossed into the sea, the myths...be gone
and... history is not whispered... are we done? May I go back for my second visit with Helen within HER
Savage estate “I am the heir”. No. Not yet.
I
have to stand behind Eric Sloane at Kent and look... south... southwest... and
denote... where... ‘this’; the congestion and right side uppity-ness ‘came
from’. This is because I NEED to
understand this to ...understand... ‘where’ Helen... ‘is coming from’. I remind that the last time I wrote of
her... SHE had become, to I, ‘suspect too’ (Part Eight).
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