I am not a book collector and I’m not fussy about particular editions. As long as the words are there I don’t mind. Deciding on an especially precious book, I first considered something I received as a school prize, the Macmillan edition of Yeats’s Collected Poems. That book was a magical object for me as a teenager. I was for some time obsessed with the melodies of Yeats’s early poems and moved by their forthright, challenging pathos: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams’ or
I must be gone: there is a grave
Where daffodil and lily wave . . .
There was an intricate Celtic design in gold on the bright green cover, and on the back was Yeats’s face, with dream-heavy eyelids, as painted by Augustus John. It was a portal, that book, but even so it was replaceable and it’s no longer the edition I read.
There is only one book I own that I know I will always want to keep. It’s small and unprepossessing, navy blue, about five inches by three, and is inscribed ‘Pte I. Masidlover’, who was my grandfather. A Book of Jewish Thoughts, selected by the Chief Rabbi Dr Hertz, was issued in 1942 to ‘His Majesty’s Jewish sailors, soldiers and airmen’. My copy also bears the stamp of another excellent name, Rabbi Dayan M. Gollop, Senior Jewish Chaplain to HM Forces. The book’s size means, I suppose, that it could be kept buttoned into a top pocket and taken anywhere.
The quotations in the book come from a range of sacred texts, commentaries and later authors, among them Einstein, Winston
Churchill and Franklin D. Roosevelt. They are arranged by subject, beginning, with pleasing archaic resonance, ‘I Am an Hebrew’, and ending with meditations on ‘Time and Eternity’. Various moments of Jewish history are invoked. Ephraim of Bonn, writing in 1180 about the Second Crusade, praises Bernard of Clairvaux for bringing a halt to violence towards Jews. Elsewhere an early twentieth-century
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Subscribe now or Sign inI am not a book collector and I’m not fussy about particular editions. As long as the words are there I don’t mind. Deciding on an especially precious book, I first considered something I received as a school prize, the Macmillan edition of Yeats’s Collected Poems. That book was a magical object for me as a teenager. I was for some time obsessed with the melodies of Yeats’s early poems and moved by their forthright, challenging pathos: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams’ or
I must be gone: there is a grave Where daffodil and lily wave . . .There was an intricate Celtic design in gold on the bright green cover, and on the back was Yeats’s face, with dream-heavy eyelids, as painted by Augustus John. It was a portal, that book, but even so it was replaceable and it’s no longer the edition I read. There is only one book I own that I know I will always want to keep. It’s small and unprepossessing, navy blue, about five inches by three, and is inscribed ‘Pte I. Masidlover’, who was my grandfather. A Book of Jewish Thoughts, selected by the Chief Rabbi Dr Hertz, was issued in 1942 to ‘His Majesty’s Jewish sailors, soldiers and airmen’. My copy also bears the stamp of another excellent name, Rabbi Dayan M. Gollop, Senior Jewish Chaplain to HM Forces. The book’s size means, I suppose, that it could be kept buttoned into a top pocket and taken anywhere. The quotations in the book come from a range of sacred texts, commentaries and later authors, among them Einstein, Winston Churchill and Franklin D. Roosevelt. They are arranged by subject, beginning, with pleasing archaic resonance, ‘I Am an Hebrew’, and ending with meditations on ‘Time and Eternity’. Various moments of Jewish history are invoked. Ephraim of Bonn, writing in 1180 about the Second Crusade, praises Bernard of Clairvaux for bringing a halt to violence towards Jews. Elsewhere an early twentieth-century pogrom is recalled. There is evidently good reason for the patriotic fervour of a poem called The Jewish Soldier:
Thou hast given us home and freedom, Mother England, Thou hast let us live again, Free and fearless, ’midst thy free and fearless children . . .This little object is saturated with its historical moment. I read it wondering what was known about what was happening at the time and all the places copies of this book went. Anti-Semitism is decried by Tolstoy and others, and the German horror alluded to (Einstein protests against the racial laws imposed on German universities), although none of its authors or readers could have known what we know now. The book tries to fortify its readers with a celebration of the depth and resilience of Jewish culture. The selection distils from scripture the essence of Jewish theological and moral vision. It does this, I think, very well. I certainly recognize the emphasis on free will, moral choice and personal agency, that exhortation to take your place in the world as an upright, three-dimensional, adult human being that reflects Judaism’s ‘high estimate of man’, to use a phrase of Maxim Gorky’s quoted in the section ‘The Testimony of the Nations’. Finally, it offers faith and stoicism in the face of adversity and death. I am not religious but I think that if I were going out to meet those things I might well put it in my top pocket. I’d have my grandfather with me at any rate.
Extract from Slightly Foxed Issue 42 ©Adam Foulds 2014
About the contributor
Adam Foulds’s new novel, In the Wolf ’s Mouth, has just been published. This article was commissioned in conjunction with the Royal Society of Literature’s Review.