tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post8573258957629356398..comments2007-08-30T17:43:19.042-04:00Inverarityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09838650110847975337noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-7807659814107102602007-08-30T17:43:19.042-04:002007-08-30T17:43:19.042-04:00Lovely autumnal feel to this. It’s a beautiful song, and one I find very moving. The story it tells in my head is one of a man from a privileged background (that lovely detail—“Dinner wasn’t served until nine”—and the old axiom that the wealthier you are, the later you eat) who loses his inherited wealth to bad investments or bad luck, and tries to keep the truth from his family, whom he adores (“I played with my children all afternoon “). He sells his luxury goods, but in the end cannot support his family in the manner to which they’re accustomed, and so turns to crime.<BR/><BR/>What’s remarkable about “Grandfather’s House” (and to a lesser extent “Cordoba”) is how, through use of language that is by design emotionally-neutral, it manages to elicit such sympathy.Jack Feerickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06957899718721006732noreply@blogger.com