Flyleaf note for my book 'Goodbye Geraldine'

johnAnchovie

Still raging
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I wonder if it is indicative of how far I have traveled beyond those awful years in Hubbard's cult?

Note to the reader

In this story I make reference to the 14th Century poet, Dante Alighieri and his work The Divine Comedy.

Dante was many things, a major political figure in the city state of Florence, an ambassador and even a soldier. It is as a poet that he is remembered however.

As a student I took a keen interest Dante’s magnum opus the Divine Comedy. An oft quirky and inspiring lecturer, Dr. Daragh O’Connell, helped me decode the grammar, syntax and the social and political upheavals that frame the narrative; providing me an enriched insight into the spectrum of life in Italy in the late medieval period.

In this work sinners and saints are painted with such astonishing clarity that it is difficult to conceive that they are all dead and buried for the greater part of a thousand years.

The work is essentially a morality tale in the form of an epic poem. It is also a political and social commentary of the time that was in it. My prime source of inspiration is the first of the two books of The Comedy: The Inferno and The Purgatorio. These books served as a literary framework upon which I was able to throw the chaos that has been my life. It provided a sense of order to the emotional turmoil that circumstances had me live through.

Too sensitive for my own good, I carry this burden of unceasing dismay at my powerlessness in face of a stream of human violence against the weak, the outgunned, out financed and outnumbered. Those who wield power without conscience are an affront to all that I hold dear.

I am so often overwhelmed at my insignificance in the face of the multiple tragedies that play out in the world around me. Would it be a better course if I just shut it all out and focused on me and my troubles? But I am not made like that. I do care about others and I am less of a human if I am not at least willing in my small way to try to do something to account for the damage the avaricious and narcissistic leave in their wake.

I would fall into a very dark place indeed if I did not have at my disposal the emotional outlet that literary and artistic figures provide through their work. Music can free me to cry. There are films that allow me hope. Literary works that voice my frustration so that in a blaze of righteous fury I can cast crime lords and bent politicians into a universe where justice is meted out in accordance with the evil they have been responsible for in the course of their nasty, avaricious lives.

In Dante’s Divine Comedy many of the characters that the reader encounters as we journey with him and the poet Virgil through the depths of hell to the gates of paradise, were the cream of the Italian establishment. Many notoriously corrupt cardinals, priests and princes are gleefully placed for perpetuity under Lucifer’s most fiendishly conceived torture regimes.

But there are also many truly pitiful characters that are so poignant in their damnation and with whom it is simply impossible not to empathize. If not indeed, to bring one to question a celestial hierarchy that would refuse to mitigate on behalf of such tragic souls.

The guiding spirit for The Comedy is for me is not so much the ghost of the Roman poet, Virgil, but one that, as women often do, takes something of a background role. This is Beatrice, a partly fictionalized characterization of the poet’s ideal of perfect womanhood.

She was Dante’s unrequited love and his muse. She died quite young and there is some doubt as to whether he ever even spoke to her. He admired her from afar and she became his central romantic fantasy. It is in the course of the trilogy that we discover that Beatrice has been beatified and sits in the hierarchy that is closest to God. She has interceded on behalf of the straying poet and devised his travails in order that he return to the righteous path.

There are aspects of Dante’s Beatrice that, at least in my telling, parallel the central character of this book, my mother, Madeline. She passed away when I was just eleven years old and I have been trying to find her ever since.

Dante’s opus found me lost in that dark forest and allowed me to navigate my own private Inferno and to traverse my personal Purgatario. The paradise that I sought out was to find peace with my mother, a conversation with her that would heal the scars she left by dying far too young.


© John Anthony Duignan 2015. All rights reserved
 
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Okay, so we have Beatrice, Dante's lost love and Muse...and Madeline, your Momma...but who or what is Geraldine of the working title? :confused2:

Mystery sammich! :biggrin:

Inquiring minds want to know! :thumbsup:

I love this line: "She passed away when I was just eleven years old and I have been trying to find her ever since." That speaks volumes!
 

johnAnchovie

Still raging
:happydance:

Okay, so we have Beatrice, Dante's lost love and Muse...and Madeline, your Momma...but who or what is Geraldine of the working title? :confused2:

Mystery sammich! :biggrin:

Inquiring minds want to know! :thumbsup:

I love this line: "She passed away when I was just eleven years old and I have been trying to find her ever since." That speaks volumes!

I have no idea, I have never met this woman in my life, honest. Scout's honor, cross my heart and hope to die. She just appeared out of nowhere.. :ohmy:

In reality, I have come with two titles for the book that I am equally pleased with. I do not want to risk their being nabbed from before I publish, thus I have come up with the working title, Goodbye Geraldine'.

Hope that clarifies. Deliberate obscurity, if you will.
 
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In present time

Gold Meritorious Patron
John, I read your book, "The Complex" yesterday.
Could not put it down and hated to see it end.
Your story of the London Org solution to central files had me in am uproar, as well as the attempt at PAC to create their own superior internets from scratch, hahahaha.

Thank-You for writing the book, it was riveting.
 

JustSheila

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I wonder if it is indicative of how far I have traveled beyond those awful years in Hubbard's cult?

Note to the reader

In this story I make reference to the 14th Century poet, Dante Alighieri and his work The Divine Comedy.

Dante was many things, a major political figure in the city state of Florence, an ambassador and even a soldier. It is as a poet that he is remembered however.

As a student I took a keen interest Dante’s magnum opus the Divine Comedy. An oft quirky and inspiring lecturer, Dr. Daragh O’Connell, helped me decode the grammar, syntax and the social and political upheavals that frame the narrative; providing me an enriched insight into the spectrum of life in Italy in the late medieval period.

In this work sinners and saints are painted with such astonishing clarity that it is difficult to conceive that they are all dead and buried for the greater part of a thousand years.

The work is essentially a morality tale in the form of an epic poem. It is also a political and social commentary of the time that was in it. My prime source of inspiration is the first of the two books of The Comedy: The Inferno and The Purgatorio. These books served as a literary framework upon which I was able to throw the chaos that has been my life. It provided a sense of order to the emotional turmoil that circumstances had me live through.

Too sensitive for my own good, I carry this burden of unceasing dismay at my powerlessness in face of a stream of human violence against the weak, the outgunned, out financed and outnumbered. Those who wield power without conscience are an affront to all that I hold dear.

I am so often overwhelmed at my insignificance in the face of the multiple tragedies that play out in the world around me. Would it be a better course if I just shut it all out and focused on me and my troubles? But I am not made like that. I do care about others and I am less of a human if I am not at least willing in my small way to try to do something to account for the damage the avaricious and narcissistic leave in their wake.

I would fall into a very dark place indeed if I did not have at my disposal the emotional outlet that literary and artistic figures provide through their work. Music can free me to cry. There are films that allow me hope. Literary works that voice my frustration so that in a blaze of righteous fury I can cast crime lords and bent politicians into a universe where justice is meted out in accordance with the evil they have been responsible for in the course of their nasty, avaricious lives.

In Dante’s Divine Comedy many of the characters that the reader encounters as we journey with him and the poet Virgil through the depths of hell to the gates of paradise, were the cream of the Italian establishment. Many notoriously corrupt cardinals, priests and princes are gleefully placed for perpetuity under Lucifer’s most fiendishly conceived torture regimes.

But there are also many truly pitiful characters that are so poignant in their damnation and with whom it is simply impossible not to empathize. If not indeed, to bring one to question a celestial hierarchy that would refuse to mitigate on behalf of such tragic souls.

The guiding spirit for The Comedy is for me is not so much the ghost of the Roman poet, Virgil, but one that, as women often do, takes something of a background role. This is Beatrice, a partly fictionalized characterization of the poet’s ideal of perfect womanhood.

She was Dante’s unrequited love and his muse. She died quite young and there is some doubt as to whether he ever even spoke to her. He admired her from afar and she became his central romantic fantasy. It is in the course of the trilogy that we discover that Beatrice has been beatified and sits in the hierarchy that is closest to God. She has interceded on behalf of the straying poet and devised his travails in order that he return to the righteous path.

There are aspects of Dante’s Beatrice that, at least in my telling, parallel the central character of this book, my mother, Madeline. She passed away when I was just eleven years old and I have been trying to find her ever since.

Dante’s opus found me lost in that dark forest and allowed me to navigate my own private Inferno and to traverse my personal Purgatario. The paradise that I sought out was to find peace with my mother, a conversation with her that would heal the scars she left by dying far too young.


© John Anthony Duignan 2015. All rights reserved

Bravo, John.

My apologies for putting off reading and commenting on this until this morning. It was the sort of composition that required my mind be clear and focused, as it is now.

To say you are a gifted writer is too general. Meaningless words to some as they are heaped as empty compliments on many who lack the insight into the human spirit and ability to pull from this insight a general, laser-sharp truth and write it in such a way as to actually open and heal hearts.

That is what you just did, here. It flows and moves as one like a lazy river stream, then we are misted and sprayed along the way with passages that refresh and heal with their basic truth and insight.

Specifically:


Too sensitive for my own good, I carry this burden of unceasing dismay at my powerlessness in face of a stream of human violence against the weak, the outgunned, out financed and outnumbered. Those who wield power without conscience are an affront to all that I hold dear.

I am so often overwhelmed at my insignificance in the face of the multiple tragedies that play out in the world around me. Would it be a better course if I just shut it all out and focused on me and my troubles? But I am not made like that. I do care about others and I am less of a human if I am not at least willing in my small way to try to do something to account for the damage the avaricious and narcissistic leave in their wake.

This is the pen mightier than the sword.

This is art, this is insight. It is Philosophy, it is the literary genius of a torch that lights up the soul.

This is irreplaceable, timeless and magic.

Thank you. :biglove:
 
I have no idea, I have never met this woman in my life, honest. Scout's honor, cross my heart and hope to die. She just appeared out of nowhere.. :ohmy:

In reality, I have come with two titles for the book that I am equally pleased with. I do not want to risk their being nabbed from before I publish, thus I have come up with the working title, Goodbye Geraldine'.

Hope that clarifies. Deliberate obscurity, if you will.

Ah! Got it! :biggrin:

Say no more...sammich eaten! :happydance:
 
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