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Between Friends: The Correspondence of Hannah Arendt and Mary McCarthy, 1949-1975
American writer Mary McCarthy and Hannah Arendt, a philosopher who had fled Nazi Germany, met in New York City, and soon became friends. In Between Friends, a complete record of their epistolary dialogue which lasted a remarkable 25 years, the two intellectual celebrities trade ideas about politics, literature, and morality, and share gossip and intimate domestic details.
412 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
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Hannah Arendt
403 books4,848 followersHannah Arendt (1906 – 1975) was one of the most influential political philosophers of the twentieth century. Born into a German-Jewish family, she was forced to leave Germany in 1933 and lived in Paris for the next eight years, working for a number of Jewish refugee organisations. In 1941 she immigrated to the United States and soon became part of a lively intellectual circle in New York. She held a number of academic positions at various American universities until her death in 1975. She is best known for two works that had a major impact both within and outside the academic community. The first, The Origins of Totalitarianism, published in 1951, was a study of the Nazi and Stalinist regimes that generated a wide-ranging debate on the nature and historical antecedents of the totalitarian phenomenon. The second, The Human Condition, published in 1958, was an original philosophical study that investigated the fundamental categories of the vita activa (labor, work, action). In addition to these two important works, Arendt published a number of influential essays on topics such as the nature of revolution, freedom, authority, tradition and the modern age. At the time of her death in 1975, she had completed the first two volumes of her last major philosophical work, The Life of the Mind, which examined the three fundamental faculties of the vita contemplativa (thinking, willing, judging).
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February 1, 2018
He estado pensando mucho en la correspondencia, ese intercambio íntimo y amistoso, cálido, lleno de reflexión, ese arte perdido de escribir cartas.
Al leer este libro me lleno de nostalgia, no porque nunca haya escrito cartas, o porque lo siga haciendo, alguna vez mandé, y también recibí algunas, que todavía guardo, aunque no las lea muy seguido.
Pero hay algo en esa forma de comunicación, que me llena de esperanza en la humanidad, y que ya hemos perdido. Ahora claro, tenemos otros medios, más efectivos por su rapidez, pero no dejo de sentir algo por eso que hemos perdido al ganar rapidez.
Por estas cartas, escritas a través de casi 30 años, pasa de todo; se ve una amistad que va creciendo y asentándose con el tiempo, y ves la vida pasar. Hay chismes, hay comentarios superficiales, y también preocupaciones por acontecimientos desde la guerra de Vietnam, el Holocausto, hay cuestionamientos filosóficos, comentarios que se hacen mutuamente sobre sus libros, o ensayos. Hablan de sus familias, en el caso de Mary mcarthy más sobre sus problemas con sus parejas, la enfermedad y muerte de el esposo de Arendt.
Es realmente una delicia. No puedo dejar de decirlo, y pasan los días, y me quedo con esta sensación, que no sé como llamar, quizás la palabra brasileña, saudade, es lo que más se acerca a este pequeño pellizco que tengo atorado, porque no es algo que yo pueda hacer, como remedio, una campaña, volvamos a escribir! Es que es un arte que existía, y que todos cultivábamos sin darnos cuenta, sin cuestionarlo demasiado, pero era algo que sucedía, y era parte de nuestra vida. Podemos lanzarlo, como una idea, hay que escribir cartas! Pero la verdad es que la tecnología, si algo tiene, es que está hecha para hacernos un poco más flojos, y para olvidar hacer las cosas que nos gustan.
Pasan, claro, muchos escritores como Saúl Bellow, Auden, Nathalie Sarraute, Susan Sontag, Heidegger, etc etc.
Lo recomiendo mucho, así como recomiendo querer mucho a nuestros amigos y parejas, escribirnos y reflexionar sobre la vida, como hacen estas dos tremendas mujeres, que por suerte dejaron este documento que nos recuerda, que la vida es corta, que hay que querernos y cuidarnos,, hay que pausar un poco el paso del tiempo, compartiéndolo con alguien que está lejos, eso siempre será más importante, y más duradero que un "like".
Al leer este libro me lleno de nostalgia, no porque nunca haya escrito cartas, o porque lo siga haciendo, alguna vez mandé, y también recibí algunas, que todavía guardo, aunque no las lea muy seguido.
Pero hay algo en esa forma de comunicación, que me llena de esperanza en la humanidad, y que ya hemos perdido. Ahora claro, tenemos otros medios, más efectivos por su rapidez, pero no dejo de sentir algo por eso que hemos perdido al ganar rapidez.
Por estas cartas, escritas a través de casi 30 años, pasa de todo; se ve una amistad que va creciendo y asentándose con el tiempo, y ves la vida pasar. Hay chismes, hay comentarios superficiales, y también preocupaciones por acontecimientos desde la guerra de Vietnam, el Holocausto, hay cuestionamientos filosóficos, comentarios que se hacen mutuamente sobre sus libros, o ensayos. Hablan de sus familias, en el caso de Mary mcarthy más sobre sus problemas con sus parejas, la enfermedad y muerte de el esposo de Arendt.
Es realmente una delicia. No puedo dejar de decirlo, y pasan los días, y me quedo con esta sensación, que no sé como llamar, quizás la palabra brasileña, saudade, es lo que más se acerca a este pequeño pellizco que tengo atorado, porque no es algo que yo pueda hacer, como remedio, una campaña, volvamos a escribir! Es que es un arte que existía, y que todos cultivábamos sin darnos cuenta, sin cuestionarlo demasiado, pero era algo que sucedía, y era parte de nuestra vida. Podemos lanzarlo, como una idea, hay que escribir cartas! Pero la verdad es que la tecnología, si algo tiene, es que está hecha para hacernos un poco más flojos, y para olvidar hacer las cosas que nos gustan.
Pasan, claro, muchos escritores como Saúl Bellow, Auden, Nathalie Sarraute, Susan Sontag, Heidegger, etc etc.
Lo recomiendo mucho, así como recomiendo querer mucho a nuestros amigos y parejas, escribirnos y reflexionar sobre la vida, como hacen estas dos tremendas mujeres, que por suerte dejaron este documento que nos recuerda, que la vida es corta, que hay que querernos y cuidarnos,, hay que pausar un poco el paso del tiempo, compartiéndolo con alguien que está lejos, eso siempre será más importante, y más duradero que un "like".
December 11, 2020
Here I rather agree with Kant, that stupidity is caused, not by brain failure, but by a wicked heart. Insensitiveness, opacity, inability to make connections, often accompanied by low "animal" cunning. One cannot help feeling that this mental oblivion is chosen, by the heart or the moral will--an active preference, and that explains why one is so irritated by stupidity, which is not the case when one is dealing with a truly backward individual.
This was a genuine experience. Perhaps I am self-conscious from the discussions about Will and Judgment, the choice of relative Non-Thinking? The shared intimacy and philosophical exchanges were indeed a wonder to behold. I am the richer for such.
Not only does the reader have access to nascent ideas that would blossom in treatises and novels, but there is a litany of details, the serial illnesses and political observations which make up an informed life. There is a torrent of gossip and regret. There is also effort to speak truthfully from both parties. There is one instance when Arendt doesn't turn around when boarding a plane in Maine. McCarthy thinks something must be wrong. Hundreds of words ensue. It was all just a misunderstanding. Arendt the refugee lives in the States without becoming overly-American. McCarthy succeeds with husband number four to secure residence in Europe. Thus these branded expats are always planning time together and making international calls, perhaps weekly. Forgive me if I simply gush in admiration.
One could look at other variations, aside from repatriation. Mentors and husbands are depicted kaleidoscopically in almost a fugue. Alas, some matters drift from view. Edmund Wilson is nearly forgotten. Only the son he had with with McCarthy keeps such relevant. His passing is not acknowledged. Heidegger lingers. His hold never quite loosens. Other figures such as Dwight McDonald and Philip Rahv have diminished since their prime. Literary highpoints of the era are approached: The Tin Drum, Pale Fire and the Gulag Archipelago. The politics of the time appears to dominate the second half of the correspondence. Both protagonist espouse their fears of both LBJ and Nixon; reflecting on such, I pondered our own age. I told a good friend recently that last month's election moved us from the Weimar Republic to the Ford Administration. This is well worth anyone's time.
This was a genuine experience. Perhaps I am self-conscious from the discussions about Will and Judgment, the choice of relative Non-Thinking? The shared intimacy and philosophical exchanges were indeed a wonder to behold. I am the richer for such.
Not only does the reader have access to nascent ideas that would blossom in treatises and novels, but there is a litany of details, the serial illnesses and political observations which make up an informed life. There is a torrent of gossip and regret. There is also effort to speak truthfully from both parties. There is one instance when Arendt doesn't turn around when boarding a plane in Maine. McCarthy thinks something must be wrong. Hundreds of words ensue. It was all just a misunderstanding. Arendt the refugee lives in the States without becoming overly-American. McCarthy succeeds with husband number four to secure residence in Europe. Thus these branded expats are always planning time together and making international calls, perhaps weekly. Forgive me if I simply gush in admiration.
One could look at other variations, aside from repatriation. Mentors and husbands are depicted kaleidoscopically in almost a fugue. Alas, some matters drift from view. Edmund Wilson is nearly forgotten. Only the son he had with with McCarthy keeps such relevant. His passing is not acknowledged. Heidegger lingers. His hold never quite loosens. Other figures such as Dwight McDonald and Philip Rahv have diminished since their prime. Literary highpoints of the era are approached: The Tin Drum, Pale Fire and the Gulag Archipelago. The politics of the time appears to dominate the second half of the correspondence. Both protagonist espouse their fears of both LBJ and Nixon; reflecting on such, I pondered our own age. I told a good friend recently that last month's election moved us from the Weimar Republic to the Ford Administration. This is well worth anyone's time.
February 10, 2025
I have enormously enjoyed the reading of that correspondence which started from 1949, shortly after they first met in 1944 and lasted until Arendt's death in December 1975.
During this post-war period, "Fantasy was at work here, fantasies of considerable creative potential for both women, not only for their friendship, which grew by leaps and bounds after an early misunderstanding, but also for their work, much of which was inspired by ideals attached to the other's traditions". (Carol Brightman's introduction).
You will not find in these letters much of the really deep and profound development of thoughts we are used to find in the works of these two major intellectuals, but you will find many of the refreshing daily events that marked this lasting friendship set across the big pond, with Arendt reporting from New York and McCarthy from Paris.
These years are full of important events that have affected their day to day lives, Eichmann's trial, Algeria's independence war, Kennedy's assassination, the Vietnam war, Paris uprisings in spring 68, the Watergate, and these letters give us a first hand insight from two exceptionally bright minds of what this troubled second half of the 20th century was like.
However, mostly this is about friendship and support for each other through the ups and downs of their careers. They certainly both had down times during this period. After the publication of Eichmann for Arendt for example and Birds of America for McCarthy, but this correspondence shows the moral support they provided to each other.
In these letters are also shared "gossips" from the world of intellectuals, and about some tribulations of their respective love lives. In summary, this correspondence shows the human sides of these two immense intellectuals.
During this post-war period, "Fantasy was at work here, fantasies of considerable creative potential for both women, not only for their friendship, which grew by leaps and bounds after an early misunderstanding, but also for their work, much of which was inspired by ideals attached to the other's traditions". (Carol Brightman's introduction).
You will not find in these letters much of the really deep and profound development of thoughts we are used to find in the works of these two major intellectuals, but you will find many of the refreshing daily events that marked this lasting friendship set across the big pond, with Arendt reporting from New York and McCarthy from Paris.
These years are full of important events that have affected their day to day lives, Eichmann's trial, Algeria's independence war, Kennedy's assassination, the Vietnam war, Paris uprisings in spring 68, the Watergate, and these letters give us a first hand insight from two exceptionally bright minds of what this troubled second half of the 20th century was like.
However, mostly this is about friendship and support for each other through the ups and downs of their careers. They certainly both had down times during this period. After the publication of Eichmann for Arendt for example and Birds of America for McCarthy, but this correspondence shows the moral support they provided to each other.
In these letters are also shared "gossips" from the world of intellectuals, and about some tribulations of their respective love lives. In summary, this correspondence shows the human sides of these two immense intellectuals.
February 27, 2014
Friends support each other. Support is a major element of the friendship between Hannah Arendt and Mary McCarthy, evident here in these warm letters. McCarthy supported Arendt in her controversial writings about Adolf Eichmann. Arendt supported McCarthy during love affairs and breakups and held her up during bad reviews of her novels.
These letters don't contain as much profound discourse as I would have expected, though there is some, primarily from Arendt. What there is plenty of is warmth. These two women were genuinely fond of each other. They were also free in expressing their opinions. Not gossip, though some pokes through, along with the occasional catty hiss about a particular personal dislike. But because their world was the New York and European intelligentsia and because they seemed to know everybody in those circles, the acquaintances generated thought and the thought opinion, but opinion so penetrating that it becomes insight. If the best prose is consistently McCarthy's, most of the intellectual content is provided by Arendt in openly discussing her work with her friend. And quite a lot of the discourse concerns American politics. After all, the years of the letters span the Joseph McCarthy hearings, the Vietnam War, and Watergate, all of which Arendt and McCarthy felt strongly about.
These letters don't contain as much profound discourse as I would have expected, though there is some, primarily from Arendt. What there is plenty of is warmth. These two women were genuinely fond of each other. They were also free in expressing their opinions. Not gossip, though some pokes through, along with the occasional catty hiss about a particular personal dislike. But because their world was the New York and European intelligentsia and because they seemed to know everybody in those circles, the acquaintances generated thought and the thought opinion, but opinion so penetrating that it becomes insight. If the best prose is consistently McCarthy's, most of the intellectual content is provided by Arendt in openly discussing her work with her friend. And quite a lot of the discourse concerns American politics. After all, the years of the letters span the Joseph McCarthy hearings, the Vietnam War, and Watergate, all of which Arendt and McCarthy felt strongly about.
September 2, 2013
Vivid, moving thirty-year correspondence between "thinking friends" (a term coined by the philosopher Sara Ruddick) capturing the times, as lived by people in the middle of them, and playing a part. I came away respecting and liking each of them more than I imagined from their other works, returning to read or re-read their books... Approached the end (Arendt's death in 1975) with a deepening sense of anxiety. Especially brought back the Vietnam - Watergate era I lived through but that had partly blurred in my own memory.
June 3, 2017
Ellas siguen dialogando si las seguimos leyendo... Larga vida a Arendt y a McCarthy! Creo que no podré olvidar el dolor de este epílogo; de la interrupción de cartas que llegaban cada vez con más frecuencia tanto como crecía su amistad con los años.
May 9, 2021
I wouldn't have been brave enough to acquaint myself with Hannah, but someone with excellent discernment encouraged me to do so and whose enthusiasm for her was catching. I'm approaching Hannah a bit sideways, taking baby steps and working up to her books.
I adore this book. Hannah's intelligence, her originality, the thoughts behind her thinking, her daily, mundane concerns mixed with the giant concerns are all here, and it is an absolute kind of magic to read her private thoughts about the Eichmann trial, Watergate, McCarthyism, Vietnam and more, whilst also commenting on people she meets (she calls Margaret Mead a "monster" in a very funny letter about the vapidity of being famous) and her thoughts on the joys of teaching students while complaining about grading papers.
I think I admire her most for her bravery and conviction; when everyone (except her husband and Mary!) was against her, she never doubted herself or her thinking. She had doubts about other things, but not about her own intellect or her reasoning and refused to explain, justify, or defend herself in public, rightly noting her work speaks for itself. But she does explain herself, here, to Mary. Which makes her public stance all the more remarkable, to me, and her character all the more compelling. Hannah is the full embodiment of Emerson’s “to thine own self be true” passage. having the courage to be one’s self is vastly more complex, alienating, and arduous than most paths, yet Hannah never seems to struggle with this as seen in these letters. She is fully, confidently, and gloriously herself.
And Mary! I didn't know a single thing about her, but what an intellectual counterweight she is. I wasn't sure about her at first, but by the halfway point of their correspondence, I'd grown fond of her, and by the end, I wanted to be her best friend, too. They are definitely #squadgoals.
If you are a person not interested in Hannah or Mary, this might not be the book for you. But if you are in any way interested in either, this book illuminates both spectacularly.
Also, this book reminds me that I need to read Kant, as both quote from him and reference him frequently, and everything they say about him made me want to know him better, too. More for the TBR list!
I adore this book. Hannah's intelligence, her originality, the thoughts behind her thinking, her daily, mundane concerns mixed with the giant concerns are all here, and it is an absolute kind of magic to read her private thoughts about the Eichmann trial, Watergate, McCarthyism, Vietnam and more, whilst also commenting on people she meets (she calls Margaret Mead a "monster" in a very funny letter about the vapidity of being famous) and her thoughts on the joys of teaching students while complaining about grading papers.
I think I admire her most for her bravery and conviction; when everyone (except her husband and Mary!) was against her, she never doubted herself or her thinking. She had doubts about other things, but not about her own intellect or her reasoning and refused to explain, justify, or defend herself in public, rightly noting her work speaks for itself. But she does explain herself, here, to Mary. Which makes her public stance all the more remarkable, to me, and her character all the more compelling. Hannah is the full embodiment of Emerson’s “to thine own self be true” passage. having the courage to be one’s self is vastly more complex, alienating, and arduous than most paths, yet Hannah never seems to struggle with this as seen in these letters. She is fully, confidently, and gloriously herself.
And Mary! I didn't know a single thing about her, but what an intellectual counterweight she is. I wasn't sure about her at first, but by the halfway point of their correspondence, I'd grown fond of her, and by the end, I wanted to be her best friend, too. They are definitely #squadgoals.
If you are a person not interested in Hannah or Mary, this might not be the book for you. But if you are in any way interested in either, this book illuminates both spectacularly.
Also, this book reminds me that I need to read Kant, as both quote from him and reference him frequently, and everything they say about him made me want to know him better, too. More for the TBR list!
January 4, 2014
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this correspondence between two brilliant women, with their views on politics, literature, people etc. They used each other as sounding boards for their writings, and ideas. They were very loyal to each other, and when one was in trouble, the other would drop everything to help. Hannah flew to Mary when she had a miscarriage in Paris, and Mary flew immediately to Hannah when Heinrich, her husband died. I really feel letters are a wonderful way to get to know someone, especially as these letters were honest and deeply felt. Hannah was often called arrogant, but she doesn't come across this way at all. Most touching was when W.H. Auden came to see her in deep distress, saying he loved her and asked her for her help, though not in so many words. She felt unable to give him the support he needed and sent him away, very drunk. When he died not long after she was distraught. She was haunted by what she might have done to help him. (Probably nothing). The last year of letters is sad, as so many of their friends died, and then Hannah in Dec. 1975. Mary lived 14 years longer.
I must read more in this genre.
I must read more in this genre.
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March 27, 2021Taught in spring 2021.
April 28, 2020
Quelle belle lecture & belle surprise ! L'échange de lettres entre Mary McCarthy & Hannah Arendt est le premier roman épistolaire que je lis, j'avais toujours considéré ce genre comme étant ennuyeux; qui peut bien s'intéresser à du vieux courrier ? En lisant cet échange de lettres, je découvre non seulement deux femmes brillantes et le ton espiègle & sarcastique d'Arendt qu'on ne distingue pas dans ses ouvrages plus sérieux, mais également une amitié puissante qui survit aux scandales, aux divers maris et au temps qui passe. C'est extrêmement intéressant de lire des sujets historiques (mort de Kennedy, mai 68, guerre du Vietnam, Watergate, Black Power, etc.) via des impressions de personnes qui leur ont été contemporaines. Les petits commentaires sur les événements de l'époque qui nous rappelle que l'histoire se répète : par exemple Arendt qui est étonnée qu'on ait remis le Nobel de littérature à Steinbeck m'a rappelé le scandale Dylan, les critique de McCarthy sur le clown Nixon évoquent les critiques actuelles contre Trump ("The Nixon success, if it's really serious, is too horribly Orwellian to contemplate, it would mean that mass society is a reality, which nobody here, even those who have denouced its symptoms, really has ever believed except in talk. The idea that people are influenced, not by their passions or interests, but by advertising techniques, i.e., by mass-conditioning, blows all my conceptions of US like sky-high. [...] In short, do the reflexes that send people out to buy a certain box of soap-flakes, where the choice is really a matter of indifference, all brands being more or less alike, now work in politics ?" en 1952..).
De plus, au-delà des Histoires avec un grand H, on s'amuse également à lire les "petits" soucis quotidiens des deux amies : l'angoisse de la page blanche, les maris, les soirées mondaines ennuyeuses et autres. Hannah Arendt évoque souvent plusieurs livres qu'elle a dû lire en certifiant à leur auteur à quel point elle les avait adoré, avant d'écrire à Mary McCarthy que c'était d'un ennui terrible. Je les ai retrouvées au fil des lettres avec plaisir, comme deux bonnes amies que je connais bien à présent, et je les ai quittées à regret à la fin.
De plus, au-delà des Histoires avec un grand H, on s'amuse également à lire les "petits" soucis quotidiens des deux amies : l'angoisse de la page blanche, les maris, les soirées mondaines ennuyeuses et autres. Hannah Arendt évoque souvent plusieurs livres qu'elle a dû lire en certifiant à leur auteur à quel point elle les avait adoré, avant d'écrire à Mary McCarthy que c'était d'un ennui terrible. Je les ai retrouvées au fil des lettres avec plaisir, comme deux bonnes amies que je connais bien à présent, et je les ai quittées à regret à la fin.
June 22, 2013
Loved the glimpse into the world of these two formidable thinkers ... the mix of deep thought, worries about children/husbands, gossip about friends (Auden, Robert Lowell, etc.), and the way each would bounce ideas off the other. Really wish I would have had time to follow the footnotes and read through their work in the archives of the New Yorker/Paris Review at the same time.
February 15, 2016
Raw, direct, honest, hurt, sincere, affectionate, articulate, genuine, loyal, active, ambitious, perceptive, reflective, gossipy, informational, humane, sneaky, personal, and real: These letters gave me more than a sense of who the two giants were behind their influential books; I felt I knew them and was grieved when it ended (with Hannah's death in 1975).
March 8, 2011
Made me miss the world of letters -- literal letters, as in sent in the mail. These women used letters to work out their thinking, and the record of that thinking process is for the most part very interesting. Politics of the fifties and sixties -- the start of my life -- are fascinating.
August 21, 2007
These are two smart (and witty!) broads.
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February 25, 2013Work in progress...perché non resisto
Incredibile! Non mi era mai successo di trovare in un'edizione della Sellerio così tanti refusi. E tutti quei [sic!] agli errori delle due sono a dir poco indisponenti.
Solo la curiosità (sbalordita a volte!) mi fa continuare a leggere. Più o meno.
Incredibile! Non mi era mai successo di trovare in un'edizione della Sellerio così tanti refusi. E tutti quei [sic!] agli errori delle due sono a dir poco indisponenti.
Solo la curiosità (sbalordita a volte!) mi fa continuare a leggere. Più o meno.
February 24, 2021
For me this is not a book that grabs one’s attention immediately but rather it slowly sucks you in. I guess it’s something to do with McCarthy’s and Arendt’s academic celebrity lifestyle that is so different from that of normal people. For example, they are constantly traveling, hence the ever-changing address; they also have alternatingly tranquil and insane schedules. But once you get used to it, the letters really engross you in a part of McCarthy and Arendt’s world fulfilled with friendship, opinions and honesty. Topics covered in their discussions include publications (both their own and others’), politics, traveling & sightseeing, romance endeavors, gossips, etc.
Every now and then, I’m really impressed by how utterly truthful they are about their lives, especially McCarthy. Like when she opens up about her love affairs and depressions. Most people, myself included, are not even that truthful with ourselves - as Arendt put it, a “lying character”.
The last part of the book is very sad, with deaths, health conditions, and even accidents. I was shocked to realize 20 years have already passed since their first letter. Then there comes an end, or is it?
Every now and then, I’m really impressed by how utterly truthful they are about their lives, especially McCarthy. Like when she opens up about her love affairs and depressions. Most people, myself included, are not even that truthful with ourselves - as Arendt put it, a “lying character”.
The last part of the book is very sad, with deaths, health conditions, and even accidents. I was shocked to realize 20 years have already passed since their first letter. Then there comes an end, or is it?
February 8, 2022
Eye-opening to read unrefined thoughts from Arendt and McCarthy. Unfortunately a little too many rocks (travel plans) not enough diamonds. My two favourite gems:
“The chief fallacy is to believe that truth is a result which comes at the end of a thought process. Truth, on the contrary, is always the beginning of thought; thinking is always resultless… truth in other words, is not thought but …is both beginning and a priori.”
“…the faculty of judgement is the linchpin in the mind’s triad: without it, thinking and willing could not lead to moral action. Judgement informs the will with the wisdom of thought, of imagination, more precisely, it is the sympathetic participation in the experience of others that makes judgement possible…”
“The chief fallacy is to believe that truth is a result which comes at the end of a thought process. Truth, on the contrary, is always the beginning of thought; thinking is always resultless… truth in other words, is not thought but …is both beginning and a priori.”
“…the faculty of judgement is the linchpin in the mind’s triad: without it, thinking and willing could not lead to moral action. Judgement informs the will with the wisdom of thought, of imagination, more precisely, it is the sympathetic participation in the experience of others that makes judgement possible…”
December 22, 2022
Exquisito! Este intercambio epistolar entre dos intelectuales liberales de izquierda durante un cuarto de siglo es un placer.
Uno se siente como un voyeur que participa de la conversación entre dos intimas amigas que se cuentan todo. Hablan de romance, maridos, amantes, política, libros, autores, historia, filosofía, periodismo, salud, enfermedad, parejas, familia, amigos, impuestos, dinero, exceso o falta de trabajo, etc. pero con mucho respeto y autoridad intelectual. Hasta cuando no están de acuerdo discuten con la altura de dos damas únicas e irrepetibles.
De lo mejor que leí en el año.
Uno se siente como un voyeur que participa de la conversación entre dos intimas amigas que se cuentan todo. Hablan de romance, maridos, amantes, política, libros, autores, historia, filosofía, periodismo, salud, enfermedad, parejas, familia, amigos, impuestos, dinero, exceso o falta de trabajo, etc. pero con mucho respeto y autoridad intelectual. Hasta cuando no están de acuerdo discuten con la altura de dos damas únicas e irrepetibles.
De lo mejor que leí en el año.
January 4, 2024
A well edited tome. Has a good index thank god. I read it for the gossip, mostly. I’ve read a lot of and about mccarthy. I know much less about Arendt and still less about the philosophers who are much mentioned in this book. Serious but entertaining. I skip around a lot while reading correspondence. Not a cover to cover read for me.
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July 9, 2020Interessant
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January 15, 2019How fun to insert yourself into the lives of women who think for a living in a time when many women stayed quietly at home. Reading these letters affirms the history background of my childhood making far off news of the country real.
Like an armchair mountain climber, theirs is not a lifestyle I would choose for myself but enjoy slipping into for a peek. Much more gratfying and informative than the more modern reality tv.
Like an armchair mountain climber, theirs is not a lifestyle I would choose for myself but enjoy slipping into for a peek. Much more gratfying and informative than the more modern reality tv.
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May 14, 2019Every time I re-read sections of this book, different sentences light up in my mind. This time, I hold on to this excerpt from Carol Brightman's introduction:
McCarthy liked to watch her friend “think.” “Watching [Hannah] talk to an audience was like seeing the motions of the mind made visible in action and gesture,” she told the mourners at Arendt’s funeral in 1975. “Hannah was a conservationist; she did not believe in throwing anything away that had once been thought. A use might be found for it,” she began. “Thought, for her, was a kind of husbandry, a humanizing of the wilderness of experience—building houses, running paths and roads through, damming streams, planting windbreaks.” (xvi)
McCarthy liked to watch her friend “think.” “Watching [Hannah] talk to an audience was like seeing the motions of the mind made visible in action and gesture,” she told the mourners at Arendt’s funeral in 1975. “Hannah was a conservationist; she did not believe in throwing anything away that had once been thought. A use might be found for it,” she began. “Thought, for her, was a kind of husbandry, a humanizing of the wilderness of experience—building houses, running paths and roads through, damming streams, planting windbreaks.” (xvi)
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