Thursday, September 3, 2009
One person
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Nicholas Winton. Do not let his name go unremembered. He is personally responsible for saving nearly 700 children's lives. Now over 100 years old, he proves that one person can make an incalculable and wonderful difference. (H/T London Telegraph article)

Yesterday, the "Winton Train" arrived in London, having recreated the trip that the rescuing trains took from Prague to the North Sea and then to London. The passengers on the anniversary train included some of the original passengers as well as their families.

On 1 September 2009, a special "Winton train" set off from the Prague Main railway station. The train, consisting of an original locomotive and carriages used in the 1930s, headed to London via the original Kindertransport route. On board the train were several surviving "Winton children" and their descendants, who were welcomed by Sir Nicholas in London. The occasion marked the 70th anniversary of the intended last Kindertransport which was due to set off on 1 September 1939 but never did because of the outbreak of the Second World War. At the train's departure, Sir Nicholas Winton's statue was unveiled at the railway station.
It's dreadful to separate families but many if not most of these children would have died in eastern Europe had English generosity in accepting so many children not have been there. In fact, apparently none of their family members survived.

And now there are over five thousand descendants of the children who came to England on the Kindertransport. People who would not have existed were it not for Nicky Winton and his trains. It shows that things can be done and that there are good people.

England itself deserves credit, too. Winton must have possessed remarkable powers of persuasion but England deserves enormous credit for being persuadable.

(Side note. I do not believe that people would buy fewer magazines and newspapers nor watch less televised coverage of it, were the world's media to spend less time blaring photos and words about celebrities who push white powder up their noses or down their throats, or dress scantily, or shop a lot, than writing about thoughtful and extraordinary people like Nicholas Winton. Do you?)

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Thursday, August 27, 2009
New author (to me)
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What would someone named Charles Finch be, if not the author of well-phrased mystery novels set in and around London? I am so glad to have found his "The September Society" in my local Barnes & Noble (see, physical bookstores do still have a purpose) because the story, the characters and his writing are altogether marvelous. His descriptions of buildings and life in London and Oxford are particularly vivid and captivating. Added to that, he seems to be a decent chap (the U.K. version of nice guy, don't you know) as witness his page of advice for writers and his request for feedback and thoughts

Update - How serendipitous and wonderful that on the very day I was talking and writing about how much I was enjoying this book and, in particular, its detailed tour of Oxford - especially the Radcliffe Camera (now the main reading room of the Bodleian Library), the bing.com daily photo is this. Jung would be proud.

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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Brits atop a plinth
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For a hundred days, beginning on July 6, and running 24 hours a day, a different person will sit atop the 168-year-old Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square for one hour and talk, read or do whatever by way of making a living portrait of the UK. Since the feed is live, one assumes that the 2400 people will cover a whole gamut from enthralling to boring to offensive to who-knows-what. It's a brainchild of sculptor Antony Gormley, by the way. It may sound goofy and pointless but it's absolutely mesmerizing, as pointed out by Sarah Brown and Emma Freud on Twitter. Of course people are asking whether it's art or not, but who cares? Like the diaries of that guy in the midwest U.S., it's a real record of real life at this moment in the universe's time.

The camera moves around now and then so you also get a look at T.Square and the people milling around. It's right down a bit from St. Martin's in the Fields and the National Gallery and 10 Downing Street - so many fascinating places in the heart of one of the great cities of the world. The website puts up a headshot of the current plinth-occupier along with a short bio and one assumes they've screened the applicants (nearly 25,000 as of this writing).

The website has many features including the ability to look people up after they've spent their hour atop the plinth. And a "plinth postcard" that lets you digitially put yourself or someone else or even your cat up there, and send the card.

Twitterers can follow the project (@oneandother) and the plinth itself (@Plinthwatch). (You can also read stories on it in the Guardian , the Times and the Independent.) The live feed is at "One & Other." And let me include a warning/proviso that you may find this utterly ridiculous and/or boring but far more likely addicting and mesmerizing.

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