Off Topic Post: Happy 100th Birthday, Vivien Leigh!

Vivien Leigh was born Vivian Mary Hartley on 5 November 1913.

Young Viv

Young Viv

She was a very, very fine actress of stage and screen. If you’ve only seen Gone with the Wind or A Streetcar Named Desire, you have missed some wonderful film performances. Her theatrical work has, of course, been lost to time. It’s a shame, because she was a serious and brilliant stage actress obsessively dedicated to her craft. Her film stardom was largely beside the point.-“I’m not a film star, I am an actress. Being a film star is such a false life, lived for fake values and for publicity.”-Vivien Leigh

She was married to this chap for two decades.

Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier, June 1948

Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier, June 1948

She died on 8 July 1967.

Vivien Leigh

Vivien Leigh

If I ever find a time machine, I will make dozens of stops just to see the magnetic and fiercely talented Vivien Leigh weave her magic across the world’s stages.

The Dead Writers Round-Up: 3rd-8th November

  • André Malraux was born on 11/3/1901. “Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.” [Man’s Fate; Man’s Hope; The Psychology of Art]
  • Wilfred Owen died on 11/4/1918. “All a poet can do today is warn.” [Insensibility; Anthem for Doomed Youth; Futility]
  • Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born on 11/5/1850. “So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.” [The Heart of New Thought; Hello, Boys!; Poems of Purpose]
  • Leo Tolstoy died on [O.S.]11/7/1910. “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” [War and Peace; Anna Karenina; The Death of Ivan Ilyich]
  • Albert Camus was born on 11/7/1913. “Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.” [The Stranger; The Plague; The Guest]
  • Janet Flanner died on 11/7/1978. “Genius is immediate, but talent takes time.” [Conversation Pieces; Paris Was Yesterday; The Cubicle City]
  • John Milton died on 11/8/1674. “A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.” [Lycidas; Paradise Lost; Paradise Regained]
  • Margaret Mitchell was born on 11/8/1900. “With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.” [Gone with the Wind]

 

George Bernard Shaw Shuffled Off This Mortal Coil 63 Years Ago Today

George Bernard Shaw

George Bernard Shaw

“I deal with all periods; but I never study any period but the present, which I have not yet mastered and never shall; and as a dramatist I have no clue to any historical or other personage save that part of him which is also myself…The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.”-Preface to The Sanity of Art (1907), George Bernard Shaw

Counting Down to Halloween with Edgar Allan Poe, Day 1: The Masque of the Read Death

The Masque of the Red Death by Harry Clarke, 1919

The Masque of the Red Death by Harry Clarke, 1919

“The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.”-The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe

Counting Down to Halloween with Edgar Allan Poe, Day 3: The Pit and the Pendulum

The Pit and the Pendulum by Harry Clarke, 1919

The Pit and the Pendulum by Harry Clarke, 1919

“I was sick-sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me.”-The Pit and the Pendulum, Edgar Allan Poe

Ubiquitous Sylvia Plath Birthday Post!

Sylvia Plath was born on 27 October 1932.

Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath.

It is cold and blustery, today, but the sun shines with extra force. How appropriate.

“Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.”-Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition

Counting Down to Halloween with Edgar Allan Poe, Day 5: The Premature Burial

The Premature Burial by Harry Clarke, 1919

The Premature Burial by Harry Clarke, 1919.

“THERE are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.”-The Premature Burial, Edgar Allan Poe