In Search of Lost Boys
In the Telegraph, Jonathan Beckman writes: “One usually has a choice of Sherpas when attempting to scale the great peaks of foreign literature in English, but for the reader wishing to tackle Proust your guide must be C K Scott Moncrieff. His friend Joseph Conrad called his skill as a translator “a supreme faculty akin to genius”, and there are some who believe his headily perfumed translation of À la recherche du temps perdu conjures Belle Époque France more vividly even than the original. Translators, we instinctively assume, have a self-effacing nature, but Charles Scott Moncrieff lived – as the subtitle of this biography confirms – a richly coloured life.
He was born into a well-to-do Scottish family in 1889 and educated at Winchester, where he decided to become a poet. His early efforts were the conventional products of a public school education, earnestly shifting between quivering homoeroticism and godly self-mortification. Less conventionally Scott Moncrieff received, while still a schoolboy, an entree into the gay literary coterie that centred on Robbie Ross, Wilde’s lover and keeper of the flame after his martyrdom. His invitation into the circle reassured him of his own homosexuality and led to a lifelong friendship with Wilde’s son, Vyvyan Holland.
He read law and English at Edinburgh, published poems in the right magazines, and cultivated a brittle wit to deflect enquiries into his hidden emotional life that probably only confirmed its general contours. The First World War came as a thrilling opportunity. He had enjoyed serving in the cadets at school and university, and the Army provided a congenial homosocial milieu. He conducted himself with reckless gallantry. One soldier who served under him wrote that his “behaviour in the face of death helped us to keep our reason”.
The war provided a boost to Scott Moncrieff’s literary career. His jaunty poetry – “We’re feasting on chocolate, game pie, currant bun,/To a faint German-band obbligato of gun” – set itself against the cynicism of more lauded contemporaries. And it brought with it spiritual awakening. At Rouen Cathedral in July 1915, he realised he was “at home”: he stalwartly maintained his Roman Catholic faith for the rest of his days and seamlessly reconciled it with an energetic sex life.”
Lee Friedlander, San Juan, Puerto Rico, 1979.
Vaczine # 1
"So VACZINE #1 is finally slated for release on June 15th. The final edit features over 70 of the most diverse & divinely individual literary & visual artists working today. Thanks to our Indie-Go Go funders we got a head start on our printing costs and actually sold the deluxe hard cover copy of Vaczine #1 for $500! Although we won’t be having our launch party until July, I will be releasing a series of teasers from the first issue culminating with the super special surprise Scooter LaForge wrap around cover featuring his take on our art directors VACZINE logo the day before the issue is available to be ordered at blurb.com. The first issue of VACZINE will be print to order with hard copies available only at The Leslie Lohman Museum. Please follow our just set up fan page @https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vaczine-Magazine/236887599833397
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This weeks preview is one of the written pieces from Vaczine #1. By myself lol. It never made the final cut of my book FUKT 2 Start WITH, but like most things in my life, it took it’s time to find it’s place, much like I waited 10 years to do another magazine after the first issue of my last one CSNA got me sued by Louis Vuiton. I’m looking forward to sharingthe rest of VACZINE with you XXWalt