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At my husband‘s suggestion after talking about quiet fiction…..I‘m going to start this one.

It‘s a crying shame lilacs wilt so quickly after cutting because the fragrance is divine.

It‘s a very good book about some American travelers that run in to trouble in the Sahara in the late 1940‘s. The only thing I didn‘t like about the story is that the ending is somewhat ambiguous for my liking.

By the road sometimes were high clumps of dead thistle plants, coated with white dust, and from the plants the locusts called, a high, unceasing scream like the sound of heat itself.

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“He did not think of himself as a tourist; he was a traveler. The difference is partly one of time, he would explain. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of earth to another.”

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#riotgrams day 19: favourite school read. My copy is ON LOAN and I am regretting it so hard. So here‘s my favourite quote, we read this in university and it‘s one of the few books I‘ve read more than once.

I did not enjoy this book exploring the psychology of an American couple as they travel in North Africa. The pace was too slow; the characters behaved too oddly. While not for me, it may appeal to readers interested in issues related to existential theory, gender studies, and racism. It could also foster lively book group discussions, such as whether the male author accurately portrays females. Trigger warning: disturbing sexual content.

Paul Bowles , it‘s his birthday .(1910-1999)Only child , more or less permanent expat , composer, and writer.I loved Sheltering Sky , the movie , not so much. Though not a beat, he inspired Ginsberg ,Burroughs and other beats to visit .Burroughs ended up living in Tangier for 4 years.Bowles lived there 52 years.His wife Jane Bowles wrote Two Serious Ladies ,another book I love.

Nope. All of the mental masturbation of Camus and Sartre with none of the talent.

This is the fifth book in a row to feature sexual assault. Crawling under a rock.

Reading this for book club. Do you ever red a book and wish that any single other supporting or bit part character was the protagonist instead of who you‘re actually stuck with?

“If on these days she was subdued and seemed most reasonable, it was only because she was imitating mechanically what she considered rational behavior.” The holidays with extended family is a prime example of my behaving this way.

This is how I like to start my day. I'm going to dedicate the entire Sunday to this book so it'd better be good.

Saw one of my favourite bands last night and they opened with a song that quotes one of the best lines "because we do not know when we will die we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times...how many more times will will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless"

Juggling umbrella, wallet, scarf, giant bag, book, etc. on subway platform this morning when a woman, rushing by in conversation with a man, stopped and said, "That book is so good!" and, surprised by early-morning subway platform interaction, I blurted, "Thank you!" Thank you for recognizing my good taste? Thank you for confirming my suspicions, 10 pages in? Thank you, but actually I didn't write it? Thank you for the brief connection, stranger!

Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. Indeed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”