Tarot: Culturally Resonant Imagery

Not a whit, we defy augury. There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is’t to leave betimes, let be. -Hamlet
A friend read my Tarot cards the other night. As he explained my present, past, and future cards, he pointed to specific details on the card faces that supported what he was saying (the hanged man on the card isn’t dead, the strength goddess isn’t breaking the lion but controlling it). I could see and understand what he was talking about, and the drawings seemed in fact to be knowable, as if I could study them and learn what they mean.

He was using a medieval deck, or so I thought. In fact, the Rider-Waite tarot deck with its medieval imagery were created and first published in 1909. Although tarot can be traced back to the 15th C. Italian court, these pretty and meaningful-looking images, the most common in the English-speaking world, were the successful product of an artist-medium collaboration who stripped  a traditional deck of Christian symbols and simplified the pictures. They remind me very much of William Blake etchings. 

We laughed afterwards when I said that for someone who isn’t a very spiritual person, I must appear very superstitious. In my apartment, I have a miniature Virgin Mary, a collection of fat Chinese Buddhas of all sizes, a large Javanese Buddha head, a leather Ganesh medallion meant to bring good fortune, and a red-tasseled Chinese good luck charm that I keep on my door. My charms and totems might not signify what they were intended to to me but, like the Tarot cards, I think we are born and bred to respond to this culturally resonant imagery in some basic way.

Dickens is 200, and I ramble

Happy 200th, Charlie!

I feel immersed in Charles Dickens’s world and awed at how productive he was because I am reading the new biography Charles Dickens: A Life by Claire Tomalin. Always short of money the first half of his life, Dickens took on an enormous amount of work writing and editing for newspapers and monthly serials with ever-looming deadlines. It makes me feel that one ought to just produce, produce, produce  without fretting too much over perfection. Sure, the deadlines, strain, and constant labor created some bad melodrama but also some wonderful characters. (What are the chances this could work for my writing?)

Dickens wasn’t all genius and light. Despite becoming a moral crusader publicly, I’m just getting to the scandalous part  of the biography when his personal life shows him as his worst: bullying, sacrosanct, and cruel. I have great sympathy with his wife between the constant pregnancies for over a decade and then being summonarily put aside and made fun of as fat to friends while Dickens took up with an actress. Of course, he died at 58 less than 10 years later, which shows what happens when you take up with actresses. The biography itself is excellent, but if you are feeling lazy, as I often do when staring at 400+ pages, may I recommend:

Also, I’m inspired to try a Dicken’s novel as it was meant to be read originally- in serial form. Or close to it. I could sit down every week and read one chapter of Bleak House or Our Mutual Friend or maybe The Pickwick Club! Any recommendations on which would be best?

For more blathering about Dickens: