I have finished the second essay in the book–yellow! I won’t type my
review in yellow because you won’t be able to see it! But . . .
I can cheat a little and type it in orange—using the author’s point that
in a perverse way “orange” juice is yellow.
No, let’s not and say we did–too difficult to read. So, we proceed:
Easter is yellow. The sun is yellow, and a kernel of corn.
The Simpsons, and Dr. Seuss characters, Fisher-Price toys.
in a musical manner–“musical keys–D Major is yellow.”
Although we can think of a myriad of examples where yellow is a
cheerful refreshing shade, often in history it has depicted evil, too.
Many pages are written about this–yellow plague, the “yellow peril”
period of World War II. Villains in literature with yellow eyes (Frankenstein)
and the infant in Rosemary’s Baby had yellow eyes . . .
But returning to brighter pastures–there is an interesting quotation by
Henry David Thoreau (interesting because the book club is currently reading
Walden) written in May 1852:
“The first summer yellowbirds on the willow causeway” seeing the first spring
yellow warblers. And later continuing that, “Now I remember the yellowbird
comes when the willows begin to leave out.”
That’s the way Walden goes along—spurts of little lines like that –making you
ashamed that you are so taken up with your daily routine!
And there is Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken first line of –you know it–
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”–with Theroux –no, not Thoreau!–the
author Theroux–explaining to us that the narrator steps into the yellow–the
youthful yellow leaves of the woods–he also being youthful and a duh! reminder
that this decision–which road?–that he takes now will impact his life when he
When Proust is dying he yearns to go to the museum one more time to see
Vermeer’s “petit pan de mur si bien peint en jaune” –the little patch of a
beautiful yellow paint on a wide wall in View of Delft.
The pages written about the pigments of paint are wonderful, riveting. Why am
I surprised? This author is entranced with the thought of color! This book is
unlike anything else I’ve ever read. I love it.
There is one essay remaining. I have read and written about blue in the-primary-colors-by-alexander-theroux/, now yellow, and next . . .red!
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