Journeys to Bagdad — Reading Notes

The Elect and Their Stirrings

Brooks frames his essay as a personal manifesto for those who feel a periodic urge to escape. He lists stimuli that provoke this wanderlust, beginning with the ship chandlery's smell. The description is layered: first the exterior filth and "ancient whiffs," then the interior where rope dominates, then the sail loft with "bronzed fellows, rheumatic, all with pipes." Each detail builds a vivid scene. Brooks's voice is self-aware—he calls his nose "ridiculous" for finer matters—and he uses hyperbole playfully, as when he imagines the chandlery as "Treasure Island itself, shuffled and laid apart in bits." This section establishes the book's method: precise observation as a springboard for fancy.

Circuses, Elephants, and Peanuts

Later in the opening essay, Brooks turns to circuses and hurdy-gurdies. He describes elephants eating peanuts with mock astonishment: "Why this behemoth with the swishing trunk, should eat peanuts, contemptible peanuts, lies so deep in nature that the mind turns dizzy." The humor arises from incongruity—the mighty beast reduced to a penny's worth of food. Brooks also recounts a trick with a heated penny thrown to an organ grinder, and a memory of renting a hurdy-gurdy for a dollar. These anecdotes are not mere nostalgia; they illustrate how small, sensory events can trigger larger reflections. The writing is rhythmic, with short clauses and sudden shifts in tone, from philosophical to farcical.

Laundry Dancing to the Polka

In a striking passage, Brooks observes a Monday washing line: Mrs. Y's "gaunt replica" and her husband's "woolen semblance" dancing to a hurdy-gurdy. He quotes Shakespeare—"Neither of them is shap'd for sportive tricks"—then imagines them moving "heel and toe together, one, two, and a one, two, three." The scene is absurd yet tender, blending literary allusion with everyday life. Brooks contrasts those who despise hurdy-gurdy music with those who feel its call. He dismisses the detractors curtly: "God pity such! I'll not write a word of them." This section shows how Brooks uses humor and empathy to defend simple pleasures against pretension.

Noon as the Best Hour

Brooks declares noon the best time of a spring day, "I thrust this in the teeth of those who prefer the dawn." He offers no elaborate argument, only a confident assertion. This moment typifies his style: opinionated but playful, willing to contradict convention. The excerpts end before the essay concludes, but the pattern is clear—Brooks builds a case for the value of whimsy and sensory awareness. His voice is that of a companionable guide, not a lecturer. Readers should expect digressions, sudden shifts, and a tone that is both erudite and folksy. The woodcuts by Allen Lewis, mentioned in the front matter, likely complement this visual, tactile approach.

Brooks's essays reward readers who enjoy following a nimble mind through associative leaps. The excerpts show a writer who trusts small details—a smell, a tune, a line of laundry—to carry larger meaning. His humor is dry, his references wide-ranging but never pedantic. Approach this book as a series of conversations rather than arguments; let the digressions lead where they will. The woodcuts by Allen Lewis add a visual dimension that echoes the text's tactile, sensory focus.