War and Peace

22 Apr 2010

Leo-Tolstoy   Countess-Tolstoy   Tolstoy-Family
Just about everyone has had a copy of War and Peace on their bookshelf at some or other time but if many have read it cover to cover is another matter. During my senior school years it was required of us to have read forty literary works. A visiting inspector would pick students at random to assess their standard of literacy and pose questions to determine whether they had actually read the books. I am convinced that all that inspector stuff was a bluff because I was never singled out to give account of my “literary accomplishments” which boasted War and Peace at the top of my list. Come to think of it I was so petrified of the Inspector that I never questioned anyone who had gone through interrogation for fear of drawing attention to the fact that I had been overlooked.

I had read a number of books on my list but getting through forty was a tall order. As I compiled my list of books at the local library I stumbled upon War and Peace – more than a thousand pages in very small print and was convinced that no school inspector would have read all of that . A very safe choice, I thought !

After leaving school, I was confronted by War and Peace again. Tolstoy was a trend. To have his works on your bookshelf provided a subtle hint of probable superior intelligence. Today one would call it being cool. I bought a copy of War and Peace and placed it alongside the Complete Works of Shakespeare and the Complete Works of Oscar Wilde, however, I still had a lot of living to do at the same time. War and Peace was carted along on some excursions but mainly it gathered dust.

Now I have decided to attempt the marathon reading . I worked out that if I read just ten or so pages per day, I could finish the book in three or so months. The small print is not such a deterrent anymore as I have to wear reading glasses anyway.
A few chapters into the book I can now understand why I hardly understood a word of what Tolstoy was trying to say.At sixteen, I was just too young and inexperienced to appreciate his genius.

Coincidentally a good friend of mine told me about the The Last Station. In this movie, fact and fiction combine to portray the last  years of Leo Tolstoy’s life, which were quite tumultuous to say the least. Christopher Plummer plays the role of Leo Tolstoy and Helen Mirren, his wife Sofya Andreyevna.

Serena Ingamells who has been an avid reader of Tolstoy has kindly contributed the following:

The Last Station

The film, “The Last Station”, gives a special insight into the complexities of Leo Tolstoy’s character and perhaps a better understanding of a man ahead of his time. It also makes one realise how much of his own personality can be found in his characters and just how relevant his stories are today.

After almost fifty years of marriage, the Countess Sofya, Tolstoy’s devoted wife, lover, muse and secretary (she deciphered his handwriting and edited his manuscripts and it’s rumoured that she copied out “War and Peace” six times by hand) suddenly finds her entire world turned upside down. Swayed by a newly formed religion, the great novelist has renounced his noble title, his property and even his family in favour of poverty, vegetarianism and celibacy and this after Sofya has borne him thirteen children. When Sofya discovers that Tolstoy’s trusted disciple, Chertkov may have secretly convinced her husband to sign a new will, leaving the rights to his iconic novels to the Russian people rather than his own family, she is outraged. Using every bit of cunning, every trick of seduction in her considerable arsenal, she fights fiercely for what she believes is rightfully hers.

The more extreme her behaviour becomes, however, the more easily Chertkov is able to persuade Tolstoy of the damage she will do to his glorious legacy. Into this charged world wanders Tolstoy’s new assistant, the young, gullible Valentin and life at Yasnaya Polyana starts to imitate the drama found in many of Tolstoy’s novels.

Believe me this was one cool family. Once you have conquered “War & Peace” the books, “Tolstoy” by Henri Troyat (Penguin Books) and “Sonya” by Anne Edwards (Hodder & Stoughton) will be easy and insightful reading.

(Although countess Tolstoy has been known as Sofia, Sofiya, Sofie, Sophie and Sonya, the present-day Tolstoy family prefer to use Sonya)

Sunset Apparition

Aug 2010

Sunset ApparitionWhen I prepare for an evening’s stargazing, I always keep a watchful eye on the clouds. I acknowledge their beauty, remain friendly, give them time to show off their glorious sunset gowns  but when dusk settles in, I plead with them to go away until another day.
This is my ritual.
Something about yesterday was slightly different.

The wind was howling. The sunset was magnificent. The clouds rolled in and then as I looked through my viewfinder to take a photograph  I noticed “the apparition”.
I looked twice and thought no no, I am not going to be phased by this. “These clouds need to go away now! I am on a mission. Tonight  I need to see Orion rising over the mountain, the beautiful globular cluster of stars  in Tucana and far away galaxies  ”
The clouds dispersed slowly.
The wind kept howling but I took shelter. I must have been the only one outdoors when the International Space Station sailed across the sky  from west to east . I remembered to wave. Tumbling satellites flashed their signals. Night creatures were stirring……….
It was around midnight that I directed my telescope at the Silver Coin Galaxy – 10 million light years away. What a magnificent sight to behold.
This object was first discovered by Caroline Herschel way back in 1783 and there I was discovering it all over again in the night sky over Betty’s Bay.
Mmm, what a considerate apparition!

Two little Clouds

Feb 2009

There are two little clouds that can only be seen from southern latitudes. Even on cloudless summer nights these two clouds are ever persistent. If you face south to southwest and slowly gaze slightly upward, you will notice them – one a bit larger than the other but night after night always taking on the same form. These two clouds do not belong to the Earth’s weather pattern at all but are actually two, very far away irregular dwarf galaxies called the Large and Small Magellanic clouds.

At a distance of 179,000 light years away, they were known as the Earth ‘s closest neighbouring galaxies until another galaxy, the Sagittarius Dwarf Elliptical Galaxy, which is 80,0000 light years away, was discovered in 1994.

However, not to be upstaged by the new discovery, the Magellanic Clouds will always hold appeal because of the fact that they both are clearly visible to the naked eye as well as being south circumpolar objects, sometimes a bit higher in the sky and sometimes dipping low towards the horizon. If you own binoculars, take a closer look at these two clouds. You are not going to see rain there but I can assure you that a pretty picture will unfold.

When I am at Betty’s Bay I gaze up at the sky regularly just to confirm that they can actually still be seen with the naked eye  I am always relieved that although I have new neighbours who tend to leave on outside lights throughout the night, I am still able to find the galaxies without the aid of my telescope.
A note to all Betty’s Bay residents: From where I live near city lights I cannot see the Magellanic Clouds at all. Like so much else that is precious about Betty’s Bay, the night skies also need to be preserved.

Total Eclipse-Feb 2008

Polluted-eclipseThere is little to compare with the emotions evoked by a lunar eclipse. One can set out to witness one of these events with a group of friends or join a host of spectators on a hilltop lookout but I prefer to go solo.
On 21 February 2008 I packed my gear, camera, binocs, coffee, chocolates and…. coffee into my 1956 VW Beetle in which I felt least likely to be hi-jacked and headed for Blouberg Strand which has a magnificent view of Cape Town’s Table Mountain. Although I like solo, I felt a need to be close to other people just for safety’s sake.
The eclipse had been widely publicized and I was expecting a crowd of onlookers on the beach and on the balconies of apartments. It was past midnight and the beach was dark and deserted. It felt a little creepy. I parked in a parking bay opposite an apartment block where there was still some activity but one by one the shutters closed and the lights went out. This was extreme solo. After giving my details and reasons for being there to a security guy and chatting to a hooker who had just taken a drunk client back to his apartment, I settled in to prepare for the eclipse.
At 03:13 I noticed the first slight darkening towards the top right limb of the Moon. From then on it was just me on Mother Earth and she had all intention of casting her shadow on the Moon as they silently progressed in their respective orbits. My emotions started building up. I scanned through all the events of my life. My camera was set up with a remote shutter release and I just clicked away, adjusting exposures as the Moon darkened. At 03:43 I could see a definite shadow and the chapters of my life closed one by one. I glanced over my shoulder to see if someone in the apartment block had set an alarm clock.
At 04:55 with only a slither of bright Moon visible, I noticed a ruddiness creep over the whole surface of the Moon. I felt connected to all my friends, witnessing the event from other locations. The eclipsed part of the Moon turned a rusty orange. I do not think I have seen a more beautiful sight. The security car approached and the guy gave me a thumbs up. I acknowledged the gesture. It was almost daybreak and I headed home before the early morning traffic. Close to home I stopped and caught one last glimpse of the eclipsed Moon through heavy city pollution.