?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

A Bibliophile's Anthem

I, like many geeks, have a tendency to obsess about things - getting caught up in something, hyper-focussing, and having to follow it through to the end no matter what.

One obsession in the mid-nineties was the music of The Divine Comedy, when one single on the radio led to me buying all the albums, and playing them one after the other for several weeks... I still enjoy their (well, really his) music, and recently ripped all my CDs and poured them onto the iPod. One the tube home tonight I finished reading my current book, and instead of background music, I was listening to the words again. And one of my favourite songs was playing... It's one of The Divine Comedy's list songs, when he takes a musical theme and runs an almost freeform list over the top of it.

Starting with a sample from A Room With A View, the song lists various writers, along with an apposite little voice in the background. It's a literary game. trying to find the link between the name and the quote...

And considering the readership of this LJ, I felt I should share the lyrics with you...


The Booklovers

"This book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence... makes no difference... whatever are you doing?"

Aphra Benn: Hello
Cervantes: Donkey
Daniel Defoe: To christen the day!
Samuel Richardson: Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle...
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I am!
Sir Walter Scott: We're all doomed!
Leo Tolstoy: Yes!
Honoré de Balzac: Oui...
Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Charlotte Brontë: Hello...
Emily Brontë: Hello...
Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
Nikolai Gogol: Vas chi
Gustav Flaubert: Oui
William Makepeace Thackeray: Call me 'William Makepeace Thackeray'
Nathaniel Hawthorne: The letter 'A'
Herman Melville: Ahoy there!
Charles Dickens: London is so beautiful this time of year...
Anthony Trollope: good-good-good-good evening!
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Here come the sleepers...
Mark Twain: I can't even spell 'Mississippi'!
George Eliot: George reads German
Emile Zola: J'accuse
Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I'm a bloody boring writer...
Katherine Mansfield: [cough cough]
Edith Wharton: Well hello, Mr James!
DH Lawrence: Never heard of it
EM Forster: Never heard of it!

Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say 'Yesterday's dead & gone - I want to live today'

James Joyce: Hello there!
Virginia Woolf: I'm losing my mind!
Marcel Proust: Je me'en souviens plus
F Scott Fitzgerald: baa bababa baa
Ernest Hemingway: I forgot the....
Hermann Hesse: Oh es ist alle so häßlich
Evelyn Waugh: Whoooaarr!
William Faulkner: Tu connait William Faulkner?
Anaïs Nin: The strand of pearls
Ford Maddox Ford: Any colour, as long as it's black!
Jean-Paul Sartre: Let's go to the dome, Simone!
Simone de Beauvoir: C'est exact present
Albert Camus: The beach... the beach
Franz Kafka: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Thomas Mann: Mam
Graham Greene: Call me 'pinky', lovely
Jack Kerouac: Me car's broken down...
William S Burroughs: Wowwww!

Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say 'Yesterday's dead & gone - I want to live today'

Kingsley Amis: [cough]
Doris Lessing: I hate men!
Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, little girl...
William Golding: Achtung Busby!
JG Ballard: Instrument binnacle
Richard Brautigan: How are you doing?
Milan Kundera: I don't do interviews
Ivy Compton Burnett: Hello...
Paul Theroux: Have a nice day!
Günter Grass: I've found snails!
Gore Vidal: Oh, it makes me mad!
John Updike: Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...
Kazuro Ishiguro: Ah so, old chap!
Malcolm Bradbury: stroke John Steinbeck, stroke JD Salinger
Iain Banks: Too orangey for crows!
AS Byatt: Nine tenths of the law, you know...
Martin Amis: [burp]
Brett Easton Ellis: Aaaaarrrggghhh!
Umberto Eco: I don't understand this either...
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi casa es su casa
Roddy Doyle: ha ha ha!
Salman Rushdie: Names will live forever...

(lyrics to The Booklovers, on The Divine Comedy album Promenade - buy it - it's wonderful)

Comments

( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
ocean_song
Jul. 8th, 2002 02:59 pm (UTC)
thanks. that was awesome! Giggles, mixed with huuuuuh? I need to read more and catch up on the last 50-60 years. Will you bring that one out when y'all come visit?
ex_dogmeat720
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:19 pm (UTC)
My favourite has to be the scouse Kerouac along with Kafka's shouted 'What do you want from me?'.
lproven
Jul. 9th, 2002 02:28 am (UTC)
I can't remember anything
But I remember you playing this to me.

It is amusing, but I still can't stomach more than about 3 minutes of TDC. If he tried any harder to be arch he'd implode and turn into a Moorish-influenced cathedral.

And I was so right about H Loudon Wainwright III. It is country. (Ick.)
sbisson
Jul. 9th, 2002 02:56 am (UTC)
Re: I can't remember anything
No, LW III is folk.

There's a big difference. I'll just go get Piers to explain...
marypcb
Jul. 9th, 2002 05:50 am (UTC)
Re: I can't remember anything
trademark *stare*
( 5 comments — Leave a comment )