Everything here loses its urgency. We've all become impassive, like statues unaware of the relentless accumulation of the dust of days. Instead of stretching, my notion of space hardens, contracts. Very quickly I get used to the idea that from now on we will be alone, trapped in a gigantic spider's web that thickens around …
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 …
By hand
I recently came across this interview with Mircea Cărtărescu, the author of my most recent favorite book: Blinding. And I was stunned to find that his elaborate, beautiful, overwhelmingly stunning masterwork of prose was written by hand, in a journal, and barely changed from its original state: When we had those very pleasant talks in …
The Blind Owl, by Sadegh Hedayat
Certain stories really stick in my head and haunt/influence me for years. This could be one of them. The story of how this book was translated, told in the preface to the book, was an interesting read in itself. Apparently the story was banned in Iran for many years, and there were several censored and …
Oops I read a bunch of books and didn’t blog about them again
Wow, it's been a while! Here are some more books I read and some thoughts on them to close out the year Agamemnon's Daughter by Ismail Kadare I blazed through this one in two sittings, extremely engaging and also strange and upsetting. I picked this originally because I decided I wanted to read books from …
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