So f*****g boring. I understand that these are the author‘s thoughts, but I hate the feeling of the author not knowing themselves throughout each piece. I can tolerate âwhat ifsâ but not the sense of not knowing yourself.
Today's #libraryhaul is brought to you mainly by Andre Aciman. Because I'm becoming mildly obsessed.
âThe better a writer, the better he erases his footprints- yet the better the writer, the more he wants us to intuit and put back those parts he chose to hide. With the right hunch, you could read the inflection of an author‘s soul on a single comma, in one sentence, and from that one sentence seize the whole book, his life work.â
One of the best things about my 2017 reading life has been the discovery of my love of essays. I now want to read the best collections that I can find. I love Aciman‘s writing style and his perspectives. I am always thankful to find someone who speaks my emotional language, that I am not alone in my thinking. The book did become tedious towards the end, more of the same but overall I loved it. ðððð
Last quote (just because I'm on the last essay). Travel high is finally wearing off too, so here's a final pic of my vacation. "What we ultimately remember is not the past but ourselves in the past imaging the future. And, frequently, what we look forward to is not the future but the past restored."
Another pic from vacay as I continue Aciman and wish I was still on vacay: "it is always love that catches us unawares, exiles, tourists, and nomads alike. We walk about a dreamy town on a scalding hot day and as we're plotting the indifferent itinerary of a possible return trip in years to come, it suddenly hits us, as always obliquely, that this is love, isn't it? That it is really love we bring when we thought we were bringing nothing at all.."
Shot of Dublin from a few days ago. This is always how I feel in a big city -- "I liked [...] especially in the early evening when the shops were all aglow and people were coming back from work, running last-minute errands, sometimes with children in tow, the bustling traffic of people giving the sidewalks a heady feel I grew to love, if only because it seemed rife with prospects for the evening I already knew were false."
Oh my gosh, Aciman is in my head. I do this obsessively, annoyingly, when I travel. I can't help it.
Pick up Alibis if you're in the mood for travel or history, or want to read about someone else's experiences and life, from their own hypocritical, delusional mouths (and I mean that in the kindest way possible because so am I, and so are you, and so is everyone else in the world.)