tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post4653817368001586825..comments2024-03-28T19:56:32.848-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `The Intensity of American Life'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-57486825871284597542011-03-13T14:02:25.076-05:002011-03-13T14:02:25.076-05:00I had just read the following in James' The Bo...I had just read the following in James' The Bostonians when I read your column today. Verena Tarrant is riding a streetcar from Cambridge to Boston:<br /><br />"It hardly seemed direct to poor Verena, perhaps, who, in the crowded street-car which deposited her finally at Miss Chancellor's door, had to stand up all the way, half suspended by a leathern strap from the glazed roof of the stifling vehicle, like some blooming cluster dangling in a hothouse. She was used, however, to these perpendicular journeys, and though, as we have seen, she was not inclined to accept without question the social arrangements of her time, it never would have occurred to her to criticise the railways of her native land."Helen Pinkertonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-44751824097252147422011-03-13T07:55:59.312-05:002011-03-13T07:55:59.312-05:00i would like to get hold of a 1920-ish camera and ...i would like to get hold of a 1920-ish camera and try filming using only the craft available then. It would be interesting to explore one's ignorance of technique and modernity; the imagination would have to leap into the fore, to adapt and make do and transform.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com