Small readings from small writings bring large thoughts.

"Books are my rivals for her attention!"

When I take on the reading of a very big book, one that will require a long stretch of days and nights to get through, I always have on hand a few volumes of lighter literary weight, fiction or nonfiction or a mixed stack of the two. The past few days, when I finish a chapter from Jimmy Carter’s presidential memoir, Keeping Faith, I’ve turned to a modest book from the category of “books on books,” William Dana Orcutt’s From My Library Walls: A Kaleidoscope of Memories. Published in 1945 under wartime conservation restrictions, the book’s author refers several times to aspects of World War II, but his main topic in each short chapter, or essay, is a memory evoked by a photograph or drawing or framed autograph letter on the walls of his private home library.

Playtime in the single digits!

Lovers and collectors of both art and books will understand my astonishment at the number of framed items Mr. Orcutt found room to hang on his library walls. Though the Artist and I managed to find room for both in our old farmhouse, visual art and bookshelves are always competing for wall space—and the items that prompt Mr. Orcutt’s memories are not, for the most part, pieces of art but framed ephemera he collected along with his books. The memorabilia even includes (he admits in both cases) a couple of items given as gifts not to him but to his wife, though he calls them “my,” not “our” library walls. His home library, I muse in wonder, must have been a very large room! Unfortunately, the book’s only photograph is a portrait of the author. We are not given a look at his library.

Sunny thinks she's cuter than WDO, and she's right!

William Dana Orcutt was born in 1870 in New Hampshire and lived into the 1950s. Entering young into the business of printing set his life’s course: In addition to writing books, he made a career of book and type design, with a reputation as a historian, as well. See this entry on the Dorcester Atheneum if you are interested in the history of American books, because Orcutt is an important figure in that story. His long, rich life, as the book I'm reading makes clear, intersected with many other important literary figures of his day. 

 

But my intention today is not to dwell on Orcutt’s life but to give you an idea of this one little book. He wrote many, most of them larger and more “important,” but anyone interested in American history and literature will find fascinating gems in this small volume. 

A small package reveals gems of history.

Each—let me call them essays--. Each essay in the book is no more than three to six pages in length, reminiscences that are grouped geographically, with the last two parts, “The Literary Hub of the Universe” [Boston] and “Star-Spangled Banner,” devoted to American topics. This Sunday morning I reached those final sections of the book, which were perhaps the most fascinating to me of all, particularly Orcutt’s memories of his relationship to Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. 

 

As a schoolboy assigned to memorize Lincoln’s famous speech, young Orcutt pictured in his mind a great auditorium filled with people who received the president’s words with thunderous applause. Years later, when a “charming” volume was issued, reprinting and glorifying the address for a worshipful public, Orcutt happened to meet a “picturesque, elderly military gentleman” who had been a member of the Gettysburg Commission and who was the last living person to have been on the platform at Gettysburg that day! The elderly gentleman sputtered and scoffed at the glorified picture that day given in the new book. He told Orcutt:

 

“…Instead of being greeted as a masterpiece at the time of its delivery, most of those who heard the Address, and practically all the critics, considered it a colossal failure. Lincoln himself was mortified and chagrinned.” 

 

This, we must understand, was after a crowd of 1000,000 people had been standing for two solid hours while the speaker of the day, famous orator Edward Everett, the main speaker of the day, read a two-hour-long speech. When Lincoln's turn came, the weary crowd met his brief words with silence, and his Secretary of State, William Henry Seward, remarked to the man sitting next to him that the president had “made a failure.” With his mind on the war and its human cost, not on polishing his personal legacy for the ages, Lincoln probably did not declaim in strong, ringing tones. And after all, he had been asked to say only a few dedicatory words. 

 

Across the country, newspapers (except for five who reviewed it positively) reported the Address as a flop.

 

…[S]ome even went so far as to criticize its political philosophy. It remained for the Edinburgh Review to discover its greatness. Here the statement was unequivocally made that the Eulogy delivered by Pericles in memory of the heroes of the Peloponnesian War could alone be compared with President Lincoln’s classic words. 

 

Abashed, American editors took another look and changed their tune. All these years later, who in the world ever quotes from Everett’s two-hour speech?

 

I am not—please do not mistake me!—comparing President Biden’s farewell address in stature to Lincoln’s words at Gettysburg, but there are a few similarities: Both men were exhausted by the burdens of office when they spoke. Biden, like Lincoln, spoke briefly. Both spoke from the heart of the test the nation was undergoing. 

 

President Biden’s short address to the American people did not receive a failing mark from the country as a whole, but his critics on the Republican side of the aisle (see Fox News if you care to) spared no insult. It’s true that the elderly president, aged by the office (as it ages all who pass through it), as well as struggling against the stutter that he has worked so hard in his political career to overcome, sometimes fumbled his words. “He can’t even read!” jeered his detractors. They called his message the “worst” in history and “dark,” refusing to acknowledge that we are living in dark times, much of that darkness their own intentional creation. 

 

If history survives into the future, which seems rather an open question as this brave new world grows more and more shameless in mendacity and subject to more and more manipulation of fact, perhaps all this will get sorted out. For now, I can only make my own judgment. Without television, I watched President Biden’s entire speech on my little phone screen, and I give him high marks not only for honesty, sincerity, and truthfulness but also for seeing and facing the world as it is and asking us to do the same. I wish I shared his optimism, but certainly I agree that not giving up hope is essential to the future of our country. 

 

On Monday, in honor of the national holiday for Martin Luther King, Jr., I will be reading from a book on King's life. My radio will be silent. I’ll only look at my phone for texts from family and/or friends. When I come back to this blog with a new post, perhaps by the end of the week, perhaps not until the following week, I'll have a lovely surprise to share. Meanwhile, let's pray for peace in Gaza, freedom for Ukraine, and relief for those made homeless by fires or other blows of fate.

Honor him on January 20.