Churchill, the Artist

 David Coombs. Churchill: His Paintings (1966) After looking through this book for the third or fourth time, I think that Churchill is an underrated artist. Unlike professional art makers, he could indulge his avocation without worrying whether his work would sell, whether it made some kind of currently fashionable statement, or whether he could aspire to becoming an Important Artist. So he experimented with colour and style, and painted what he liked to look at or thought was worth memorialising.
     He had a good eye for colour, preferring a palette of subdued complementary colours lit up a few bright spots. He liked architectural shapes, and tended to abstract natural objects into blocks and streaks of colour. His most successful paintings are impressionist. Better:   The paintings I like best are impressionist emulations of Turner and Monet.
     The book is a curiosity. A catalogue raisonne, with almost complete data on dates, owners, and whereabouts, and an introduction by David Coombs. Poor man, he knows he’s dealing with the leisure time output of a Great Man, and so had a to strike a nice balance between respect for a serious amateur’s work and professional art criticism (he was at the time writing for The Connoisseur). Churchill’s work is better than amateurish, but most of it lacks the sense of the professional’s idiosyncratic unique vision.
     I like Churchill’s pictures. The printing is better than average for its time. **½

Antiquities Trigger Lethal Greed: Silhouette in Scarlet (1983)

 

Elizabeth Peters. Silhouette in Scarlet (1983) Pleasant fluff. Vicky Bliss falls for what we would call click-bait these days, flying to Stockholm for a holiday knowing that John Smythe has once again planned a caper aimed at producing cash. The McGuffin is a Viking chalice found on the property of an eccentric Swedish plutocrat who doesn’t want his lake-bound island dug up by archeologists. A gang of thieves specialising in antiquities want in. So we have some charming characters, a couple of psychopaths, the threat of death, and finally a barely plausible operation by the lake-shore villagers that rescues Vicky and puts the thieves in jail. Plus a hint that there will be another adventure in this series.
     I began reading this on the flight to Edmonton, continued it on the flight back, and finished it at home. If you like well-written adventure romance that knows it’s fantasy, you’ll like the Vicky Bliss series. It would make a nicely light-hearted series. Think Romancing the Stone extended until the writers run out of ideas. **½

Two how-to books about scenery and dioramas

 Cody Grivno, ed. How to Build Realistic Scenery (2010)
Hal Miller, ed. Model Railroad Scenery Step by Step (2018)
 

These two books both fill a need, or rather, two. The first is encouragement. Many modellers feel adding scenery is beyond them. Scenery is artistic, not technical, and while we North Americans aren’t fazed by technical challenges, art appears to be beyond us. For that, you need that mysterious something labelled “talent”. Technology merely needs skills, which can be learned. Well, most of them can be learned by any one of us. We each suffer from some technical phobia and clumsiness.

The other need is for clear descriptions of the techniques and technologies used to “build” scenery. (Note “build” instead of “create”, which soothes the anxiety many modellers feel when they contemplate adding trees and such to their layout.)
 

Both books consist of articles that appeared in Model Railroader. They cover a wide range of scenic problems and their solutions. Some can be applied as is to any layout, others can be adapted. Each article includes enough information that, once a modeller has gained some experience, they can suss where and how to modify and adapt alternative materials and methods. The covers display the range of topics covered. Both books are still in print, along with many others. Useful not only for model railroaders, but also for anyone who wants to make dioramas. Available online at Kalmbach's online store
Recommended ****

More tasty chips from Binchy: Chestnut Street (2014)

Maeve Binchy. Chestnut Street (2014) A posthumous collection, and like all Maeve Binchy works, a potato chip book. Binchy, like Munro and others, shows how people’s character flaws, quirks, ill-considered decisions, and willingness to believe anyone who offers what they wish for, in short, the common human weaknesses, cause the troubles that hurt them. She has the gift of sketching a whole life in a few paragraphs. Unlike Munro and others, she tends to provide happy endings, many enabled by some lucky coincidence, or some necessary but somewhat improbable insight. This comforts the reader, but doesn’t fully satisfy. So one (me, that is) reads the next story, and the next, and the next. The stories are tasty, flavoured with ironies and poetic justice, confirming popular notions about psychology, with enough realism to soothe the critical faculties.

Binchy’s stories take place in the borderland between fantasy and realism. She knows the contours of her talent, and has adapted her vision to her market. I enjoyed reading these stories, and was happy to suspend disbelief. ***

Dylan Thomas as a Young Dog

 Dylan Thomas. Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog (1940) Thomas was two years old when Joyce published his Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I’m pretty sure Thomas’s title is an allusion to Joyce’s novel (which to me feels more like a group of linked short stories). Thomas doesn’t attempt a coherent time-line, though some of his characters appear in two or more of the stories.

The stories themselves, like Joyce’s novel, don’t have much of a plot. Both writers tell us about epiphanies, some large, some small, which trace the development of the artist’s awareness of self and place in the world. The difference, I think, is that Thomas takes religion, respectability, and customary morality less seriously than Joyce, who tends to pomposity. For Joyce, the artist must resist and rebel. For Thomas, the artist should observe and enjoy whatever presents itself to them. Joyce resists moral judgements of the artist's life and work, Thomas ignores them. I think I prefer Thomas. ***

Why grades and scores are bad incentives

 

An edited letter to the New York Times in 2019. The paper had run a story about Alfie J Kohn’s campaign against standardised testing.

Alfie Kohn [https://www.alfiekohn.org/article/fighting-the-tests/] is right. "People respond to incentives" is true, but when the incentive is a letter or number in a little box on a report card, the incentive is unlikely to produce learners.

Anecdote: Early in my career, one of my students achieved 19/20 on a short-answer test. I saw this student in the hall, and explained the incorrect answer. The student's eyes glazed over, the first time I'd ever seen that cliche operate in real life. The student didn't care about knowing the right answer, they cared only about the score. 19/10 = 95%, that's A+, that's all that mattered. I found out later that too many of my "best" students had exactly the same attitude.

Tests and exams are at best diagnostic. For the student and teacher, they may tell how far the student has come since the last test, and may provide guidance for future learning. For other people, such as college admissions officers, they provide some data (mostly over-rated and misunderstood) about the odds that the student will continue learning.

You might as well grade students on their height. Tall ones worked hard to add an inch or two, the lazy ones just sat around and shrunk. Silly? Sure, but that's how people too often think about students. In a typical class, there's about a one year range in chronological age, and usually much more than that in psychological age, which includes cognition. We humans develop at different rates, and development is never uniform. To expect grades to show that some students are "better" than others is asinine.

The supporters of grading, significantly I think, are mostly academics, whose working life consists of grading students. It's difficult to accept that a tool you've been using all your working life is not fit for purpose.

Unfortunately, people treat grades as rankings. They look on them like scores in a game. Winners score high, losers score low. That is no way to incentivise learning.

The only real regret I have about my teaching career is that I didn’t oppose the misuse of tests and exams.

 

Christopher Smart Loves His Cat Jeoffry

 Martin Leman. Christopher Smart: My Cat Jeoffry (1992) One of the pleasures of a course in 18th century literature was discovering Christopher Smart’s poem about his cat Jeoffry. It’s a hymn, listing all the ways in which Jeoffry shows us the glory and love of the Creator. Smart rejoices in his cat, and anyone who likes cats will share his joy. But Smart’s poem celebrates any and all of God’s creatures, and the joy of loving connection between us. Martin Leman has made a lovely little book illustrating the poem. Recommended. ****

One of many links to the poem: https://interestingliterature.com/2020/08/christopher-smart-my-cat-jeoffry-analysis/