I owe my knowledge
of the word pellucid to the
well-known etymologist Edgar Rice Burroughs. Joyce taught me parallax and pyx, among many others. I credit my Latin teacher, Miss Chambers, with
parvanimity and pulchritude. If we are fortunate, memories come with footnotes, so
we know who to thank. In the September issue of New English Review, Theodore Dalrymple is grateful that bookstores
and old books have turned his mind into “a pot
pourri of obscure, miscellaneous and seemingly disconnected information”:
“. . . over the
years I have learned to trust to a kind of instinct as to what will one day,
even years later, assume a great significance for me. The obscure suddenly
becomes highly apposite, and I congratulate myself on my unconscious faculty of
foresight.”
Memory is at
once voluntary and involuntary, and it can be trained and disciplined, but seldom
with unquestioned obedience. Dalrymple goes on to demonstrate (de-, “entirely” + monstrare, “to point out, show”: Thank you, Miss Chambers) that the
essence of a good essay is purposeful digression, which is not the same as
self-indulgent meandering. Ideas, like words, possess occult connections, and
the essayist learns to welcome and enjoy such convergences. A good essay is
seldom strictly linear, less like Spinoza than Pascal. Along the way in “Stung by Anthropomorphization,” Dalrymple visits Vera Hegi, mass behavior in the Soviet
Union, the strengths and weaknesses of evolutionary theory, animal and human psychology,
Dr. Kinsey, death by bee sting, and suicide. Since Montaigne, the best essays
have been written by minds well-stocked with learning, experience and memories.
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