Arthur F. Kinney (1933-2021)

With great sadness, we have learned that Arthur Kinney passed away on 25 December 2021. He was one of the founding members of Connotations and has been a key figure in making it flourish. For three decades, Arthur Kinney has strengthened our journal and society by his unflagging energy, his critical interventions, his active participation in many of our symposia, his contributions to Connotations, and, last but not least, by his friendship and his humour. Connotations is proud of having published several of his articles and responses in Renaissance studies and Faulkner criticism, which are listed below.

Angelika Zirker, Burkhard Niederhoff, and Matthias Bauer

Articles

Debates

Faulkner and Racism

Original article

Arthur F. Kinney. “Faulkner and Racism.” Connotations Vol. 3.3: 265-78.

Responses:

Shakespeare’s Falstaff as Parody

Original article

Arthur F. Kinney. “Shakespeare’s Falstaff as Parody.” Connotations Vol. 12.2-3: 105-25.

Responses:

- David Laird. Falstaff’s Vocation: A Response to Arthur F. Kinney Connotations 13: 23-31

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“While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night“
by Nahum Tate and Alan Gray

Sung by The Seminar “Music and Poetry in Elizabethan and Jacobean England“

WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

‘Fear not,’ said he (for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind);

‘Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.

‘To you in David’s town this day
Is born of David’s line
A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:

The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.’

Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song:

‘All glory be to God on high,
And on the earth be peace;
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never cease.’

From Little Women
by Louisa May Alcott

Read by Capucine Blanc; Sung by Louise Neubronner

THE JUNGFRAU TO BETH

God bless you, dear Queen Bess!

May nothing you dismay,

But health and peace and happiness

Be yours, this Christmas day.

Here’s fruit to feed our busy bee,

And flowers for her nose.

Here’s music for her pianee,

An afghan for her toes,

A portrait of Joanna, see,

By Raphael No. 2

Who laboured with great industry

To make it fair and true.

Accept a ribbon red, I beg,

For Madam Purrer’s tail,

And ice cream made by lovely Peg,

A Mont Blanc in a pail.

Their dearest love my makers laid

Within my breast of snow.

Accept it, and the Alpine maid,

From Laurie and from Jo.

From A Child’s Christmas in Wales
by Dylan Thomas

Read by Julia Schatz

…One, two, three, and we began to sing, our voices high and seemingly distant in the snow-felted darkness round the house that was occupied by nobody we knew. We stood close together, near the dark door.

And then a small, dry voice, like the voice of someone who has not spoken for a long time, joined our singing: a small, dry, eggshell voice from the other side of the door: a small, dry voice through the keyhole. And when we stopped running we were outside our house; the front room was lovely; balloons floated under the hot-water-bottle-gulping gas; everything was good again and shone over the town…