Just now you still were, Bettina; I sense your presence. Does not the earth still bear your warmth? And do not the birds still leave a space for your voice? The dew is different, but the stars are still the stars of your nights. Or isn't the whole world in fact yours? For how often …

When one goes forth at night, and has the eventide before him, he sees still at the farthest end of the gloomy sky the last bright garment of a splendid day slowly moving downwards, - thus is it with me in my remembrance of thee.  Be the time ever so gloomy and mournful, I still …

The Pastor by Hanne Orstavik

Hello wordpress my old friend, it's time to write blog posts again... By the end of this novel I felt that it was a perfect, pristine picture of a depressed and empty person. And I loved it. My first impression of the book was how appealing the physical design was. It is not your normal …

Trieste, by Daša Drndić

I read this book back in May, and I have had to get some distance from it before I could write about it. It was very affecting, upsetting, and disturbing, as one might expect a book with such subject matter to be. The book follows the life story of Haya Tedeschi, whose son was taken …

By hand part 2

It's been a couple months since I posted about a certain author that I was fascinated with, and how he wrote constantly in journals by hand. While this may be common for many of my favorite authors (such as J.A. Baker and his 6000 pages of journaling which were condensed later into the 200 page …

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