Having read and enjoyed several quotes from the Victorian cultural converter John Ruskin, I had high-ish hopes for this book. Alas these hopes were mostly dashed, for there was simply too great an emphasis on architecture, a subject of no particular interest to me. I appreciate that architecture was a key focus of Ruskin's life but the cover of this book and the wording on the back cover simply left me ill prepared for the extent to which the subject dominated. Also, while many excellent passages peppered the pages, Ruskin's writing seemed to waffle on for way too long.
Where the book really shone for me was with the essay "Of King's Treasuries", which is all about books and is the source of the quote on the cover.
* For the essays "The Lamp of Memory", "Cambridge School of Art Inaugral Address" and "Traffic", the low rating likely reflects my lack of interest in architecture.
*** for "Of Kings Treasuries"
Quotes from the essay "Of Kings' Treasuries":
- It happens that I have practically some connection with schools for
different classes of youth; and I receive many letters from parents
respecting the education of their children. In the mass of these letters
I am always struck by the precedence which the idea of a “position in
life” takes above all other thoughts in the parents’—more especially in
the mothers’—minds. “The education befitting such and such a
station in life”—this
is the phrase, this the object, always. They never seek, as far as I
can make out, an education good in itself; even the conception of
abstract rightness in training rarely seems reached by the writers. But
an education “which shall keep a good coat on my son’s back;—which shall
enable him to ring with confidence the visitors’ bell at double-belled
doors; which shall result ultimately in establishment of a double-belled
door to his own house;—in a word, which shall lead to ‘advancement in
life’;—
this we pray for on bent knees—and this is
all we pray for.” It never seems to occur to the parents that there may be an education which, in itself,
is
advancement in life;—that any other than that may perhaps be
advancement in Death; and that this essential education might be more
easily got, or given, than they fancy, if they set about it in the right
way; while it is for no price, and by no favor, to be got, if they set
about it in the wrong.
- For all books are divisible into two classes, the books of the hour, and the books of all time.
- (Of the books for all time) ...The author has something to say which he perceives to be true and
useful, or helpfully beautiful. So far as he knows, no one has yet said
it; so far as he knows, no one else can say it. He is bound to say it,
clearly and melodiously if he may; clearly, at all events. In the sum of
his life he finds this to be the thing, or group of things, manifest to
him;—this, the piece of true knowledge, or sight, which his share of
sunshine and earth has permitted him to seize. He would fain set it down
forever; engrave it on rock, if he could; saying, “This is the best of
me; for the rest, I ate, and drank, and slept, loved, and hated, like
another; my life was as the vapor and is not; but this I saw and knew:
this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory.” That is his “writing”;
it is, in his small human way, and with whatever degree of true
inspiration is in him, his inscription, or scripture. That is a “Book.”
Perhaps you think no books were ever so written.
But, again, I ask you, do you at all believe in honesty, or at all in
kindness? or do you think there is never any honesty or benevolence in
wise people? None of us, I hope, are so unhappy as to think that. Well,
whatever bit of a wise man’s work is honestly and benevolently done,
that bit is his book, or his piece of art.It is mixed always with evil fragments—ill-done, redundant, affected
work. But if you read rightly, you will easily discover the true bits,
and those
are the book.
- Do you know, if you read this, that you cannot read that—that what you
lose to-day you cannot gain to-morrow? Will you go and gossip with your
housemaid, or your stable-boy, when you may talk with queens and kings....
- This, then, is what you have to do, and I admit that it is much. You
must, in a word, love these people, if you are to be among them. No
ambition is of any use. They scorn your ambition. You must love them,
and show your love in these two following ways:
I.—First, by a true desire to be taught by them, and to enter into their
thoughts. To enter into theirs, observe; not to find your own expressed
by them. If the person who wrote the book is not wiser than you, you
need not read it; if he be, he will think differently from you in many
respects.
Very ready we are to say of a book, “How good this is—that’s exactly
what I think!” But the right feeling is, “How strange that is! I never
thought of that before, and yet I see it is true; or if I do not now, I
hope I shall, some day.” But whether thus submissively or not, at least
be sure that you go to the author to get at
his meaning, not to
find yours. Judge it afterwards, if you think yourself qualified to do
so; but ascertain it first. And be sure also, if the author is worth
anything, that you will not get at his meaning all at once...
- I say first we have despised literature. What do we, as a nation, care
about books? How much do you think we spend altogether on our libraries,
public or private, as compared with what we spend on our horses? If a
man spends lavishly on his library you call him mad—a bibliomaniac. But
you never call any one a horsemaniac, though men ruin themselves every
day by their horses, and you do not hear of people ruining themselves by
their books. Or, to go lower still, how much do you think the contents
of the bookshelves of the United Kingdom, public and private, would
fetch, as compared with the contents of its wine-cellars? What position
would its expenditure on literature take, as compared with its
expenditure on luxurious eating? We talk of food for the mind, as of
food for the body; now a good book contains such food inexhaustibly; it
is a provision for life, and for the best part of us; yet how long most
people would look at the best book before they would give the price of a large turbot for it?