Saturday, August 23, 2025

Francine Prose's Blue Angel

 I like Blue Angel

Francine Prose is my unacknowledged muse. Born exactly a year after me, on April 1, 1947. Siri, my day younger twin, Francine (unknown to me, and Siri is not speaking) and I overlapped for a year in Cambridge, Mass. Much smarter, she graduated a year ahead of me. And then we everlapped in San Francisco , the same world, no intersection.

A very personal lesson I took from Blue Angel is that whenever a student is in my office, both of its doors stay wide open. 

Here is a good May 2010 review by late D. G. Myers:

"Few serious critics today would single out Francine Prose as the leading American novelist—if only because there are few serious critics today, and even fewer who read novels for enjoyment and news about the human mystery. [...] her novel belongs to the same tradition as William Golding’s, a tradition that originates with Gulliver’s Travels and passes through Heart of Darkness. [...] Provoked by the case of her friend Stephen Dobyns, a poet and novelist who was suspended from his job at Syracuse University after remarking upon a gra­duate student’s breasts, Prose creates a hero who is guilty of some­thing worse (sleeping with an under­graduate)." 

Goes on. It's really good.

Here is May 2000 Francine Prose explaining how the book was written, as she slowly realizes that Charlie Rose had not read the book. Given the chance to apologize, Swenson finds that he can­not. Blue Angel:

"he is not particularly sorry for having broken the rules of Euston College [...] He is extremely sorry for having spent twenty years of his one and only life, twenty years he will never get back, among people he can’t talk to, men and women to whom he can’t even tell the simple truth."

Here are a few snippets from other people that I mashed into a short summary:

"Blue Angel is about the complex relationship between a 47 years old hapless English professor Swenson and his student Angela, a pouty, punk-rock aspiring writer, a trouble with multiple piercings and tattoos, and Swenson is vulnerable to it. Her writing is way better than what he’s been reading. In fact, it’s better than what he’s been writing. We spend the whole novel inside Swenson’s head. A lifetime in creative writ­ing classrooms has left him defenseless against literary art. The joke is that the brilliant student is also a terrible writer-- the excerpts we read of her novel are cliches of goth/riot grrrl anomie, with the lurking menace and squalor and minimalism and repulsive/erotic imagery. No sooner has she gotten him in bed than the trouble begins.The rest of the novel, like a slowly ripping Band-Aid, chronicles the incrementally torturous demise of a good man’s life. The chick turns on him, his wife leaves, he takes to the bottle and loses his job, the chick gets a book deal, his editor tells him to give up fiction and write a memoir about substance abuse. The novel is about the truth - how hazy it becomes, how we become ensnared in the lies we tell ourselves and in the stories others tell us. How eventually, the truth can become so tangled there is no clear path out." 

There is a movie adaptation, Submission. Francine Prose says: "It's no longer for possible for a woman to say `Something happened' and be told `No, nothing happened'. I have not seen the movie - it's on Amazon

The title comes from a 1930 classic Der blaue Engel (The Blue Angel) (see it here) by Josef von Sternberg, the beginning of Marlene Dietrich’s rise to superstardom. Immanuel Rath, a gymnasium professor follows his students to the local cabaret, The Blue Angel. He becomes obsessed with headliner Lola Lola, played by Dietrich. This leads to his ruin and humiliation.


Thursday, January 30, 2025

State of Mac - Phillipsović Report

The State of Mac is serious, irreversible and only downhill from here.
First, the numbers, as of January 29, 2025:

The platelets range from 28 to 46 to 64.  Normal range       140-400
White cells, 1.2,                                                Normal        3.7-11.1
Red cells 3.3 down to 2.76 in the last week,     Normal       4.1-5.7
Hemoglobin 8.9 down to 8.1 in half a week,    Normal       8.1-13.7,
        Below 8 Mac gets a transfusion of unit of blood, below 7, 2 or 3 units.

No hemoglobin means no oxygen distributed by blood, makes one weak and tired. Transfusions keeps him alive. His weekly pill box is amazing, has more pills than what I have consumed in my lifetime, so it's hard to figure out what is affecting what. Mac is in one chronic pain, followed by another. Chemo is brutal. He does not drink enough water, for so many poisons flowing through his body. Mac is depressed. But then, not really, as surrounded by love from all directions. 

[Guapo]

He's fighting the cancer. He is not ready to die. He is his lovely usual Mac self, kind and enjoying chatting and reminiscing.

[Chanda and Mac]

Over recent months (says Chanda) or over the past year (says Amani, The Boyfriend) Mac has gone downhill, and is wobbly, especially in the mornings. He's gone from the Michigan normal man size to the California normal men size by losing 50-60 lb, which makes him handsome, 

[Mac & Guapo, by Chanda]

but the muscle-tone is gone...

No white cells means that if Mac gets if an infection, any infection, he's in a very serious trouble. This being America that learned nothing from having 1/2 million Americans killed, millions crippled by pandemic and a bad government, everybody in the house except Mac navigates world outside as full, unmasked, unsanitized life.

Doctors do not know how long he will live.

Should you visit?

Chanda would love you to come and visit. Mac will firmly say no. He will say he is depressed much of the time, he has no strength to be a good host.

Ignore him. If you can just show up. Chanda is from the old country, where every guest is welcome, hosted and feasted. LisaBeth and Amani are the sweetest young folks you ever will meet. So, instead of brooding over Mac in his suspension bed, we were taken to very tasty Kampuchean, Vietnamese and Chinese restaurants, to a reggae festival, to a modern (post-)ballet performance, to a tour of Berkeley Hills.

[Guapo will love you]

Probably best to do what we did, find another place nearby to stay, to give the family space. We stayed at Hilton 10 min walk away,

[Hilton hotel room window]

[with beautiful San Francisco sunsets]

but that was needed as Sara can only walk short stretches, you can loan Mac's car and stay someplace else.

[map]

Now, there is one thing you should be aware of: out there, Guapo's arch enemy,

[The Turkey, lurking at the entrance door]

[The Turkey attacks]

is laying in wait, ready to attack Guapo's defender at any time: here he's rushing at me, nipping at my pants.