My Hopperian room in New York, 2004-2010.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
"Now therefore, if ye will hearken unto My voice indeed, and keep My covenant, then ye shall be Mine own treasure from among all peoples; for all the earth is Mine; and ye shall be unto Me a kingdom of priests, and a holy nation. These are the words which thou shalt speak unto the children of Israel.'"
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
A unique experience. Premature death of the Chieftain. A toast. We can eat more. We do eat more. We eat. Everything. Not a special K. Non-boiled wine.
Another toast, post-democracy sales can't compare with those of days of yore. Mr. Ceilings suggests peeing through the window. Mr. Beard protests: there's a monument to Wagner under the window. Chic restaurants should have potties under the table.
We celebrate Jewishness. We eat something more. I need a tea, but I have an argument. I take my gun license--beware. "What do you have in your backpack?" You don't want to know...
"Even the rabble may come to this place, outrageous!" Mr. Beard complains. Money is in other hands, actually, and Mr Ceilings disagrees, "Shut up you fool!" I want to have a toast for ourselves. Is this a woman? The Chieftain built good dams and power plants. I eat much more and I don't care about power plants.
11 hours. Eating. Drinking. Talking. Smoking. A classy restaurant in Veneto. I take my homburg and my cane. My housemaid is a philosopher with a PhD. A Spanish PhD. Not a PhD? He cheated in his dissertation. He's an American doorman. Mr. Ceilings insists. I walk alone in Barcelona. But I'm not worried about that premature death.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
In 1909, Catalan painter Antoni Estruch made a famous depiction of September 11, 1714. This historicist painting has been digitally reproduced with more accurate figures for the new history museum on the War of Spanish Succession in the Born, Barcelona.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Mr. Arcadi Espada has recently stated:
"A lo que deben optar, razonablemente, los nacionalistas [catalanes], es a pedir un precio por su participación en el negocio común, cobrarlo, si hay arreglo, y a vagar luego por el ancho mundo como el judío que llevan dentro, guiados por su Moisés, y en pos de su Palestina."
Mr. Espada's prose is abstruse. However, the last words are a very strong statement about Catalans, notably Catalan separatists: "after this, they can wander the wide world, like the Jew they have inside, guided by their Moses, and in the wake of their Palestine".
We find, once more, a figure of Judaism. After spending some days reading David Nirenberg's Anti-Judaism. The Western Tradition, Mr. Espada's stances appear in a familiar, even traditional, tone. The author, who normally presents himself as a "modern and critical thinker", returns to a very common and powerful rhetoric used, especially, in the last one hundred and fifty years. It is the image of the Catalan Jew, the particular and peculiar Jew of Spain, intoxicating and perturbing the Spanish spirit. In the best Spanish tradition of purity and Jewish enmity, Mr. Espada shows the problem of having a Jew behind every Catalan.
Of course, Mr. Espada is not addressing his political and nationalist critique against real Jews, but against Judaizing Spaniards, that is, Catalans. We do know his attitude towards living Jews, because Mr. Espada has written several books and articles devoted to the Shoah. However, in the inner Jew of every Catalan, Mr. Espada seems to find an evil and degenerated figure originating in Jewishness, a danger for the Spanish nation, which is exposed to the disturbing, impure and materialistic Catalan tyranny. How can he maintain such opposed discourses blaming and criticizing the Judaizing and insatiate Catalan spirit on the one side, and preserving the memory of the Shoah on the other?
As a matter of fact, Mr. Espada is a Catalan himself and, thus, according to his own argument, he is not free of that nefarious inner Jew.