#Two4Tuesday @TheSpineView
1. At the beach... and in summer, like in Rio de Janeiro...
2. Tagged book, short stories about grown-up in the favela neighbourhood.
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TheSpineView Love beach vacations! 4mo
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#Two4Tuesday @TheSpineView
1. At the beach... and in summer, like in Rio de Janeiro...
2. Tagged book, short stories about grown-up in the favela neighbourhood.
☀️
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pickPersonagens como o jovem mestre de saveiro Guma parecem prisioneiros de um destino traçado há muitas gerações: os homens saem para o mar que um dia os tragará, levando-os com Iemanjá para as lendárias terras de Aiocá. No dia em que eles não voltarem, elas cairão na miséria ou na prostituição. Lívia, amada que busca em vão libertar Guma do chamado do mar desempenhará um papel pioneiro na mudança de condição da mulher.
Shamefully late repost!
https://youtu.be/oUHNxemNEek?feature=shared
Introduction
Mystery guest
Week in Review
Patreon news
The Love of Singular Men by Victor Heringer, James Young (Translator)
The Deluge by Stephen Markley
Animal Farm by George Orwell
Khwabnama by Akhteruzzaman Elias, Arunava Sinha (Translator)
A woman, G.H., in a Rio de Janeiro apartment goes into her maid's room after she has quit. She finds only a strange drawing on the wall & a cockroach in a cabinet. What follows is a monologue that is in turns mesmerizing, baffling, luminous, unsettling & mystical. An unforgettable experience.
#ClassicSummer2024 Book 6
so-soMy 1st Lispector is unlike any novel I‘ve read. The whole book is the interior monologue of the main character, who seems to be on existential crisis as she muses on identity, death, religion,etc. Her complex philosophical ideas on life are perplexing to me; her thoughts are often contradictory & hard to follow, yet hypnotic. Not a book for everyone. For it being hypnotic & provocative merely from an encounter with a cockroach, it‘s not a ‘pan‘.
I‘ve been in quite the slump lately. Just finished one, and really enjoying this too! Hope this slump is over!
pickI can‘t believe Dom Casmurro was written in 1899. It‘s brilliant. I read the translation by Margaret Jull Costa and Robin Patterson.
Every year is alike: a few days before Christmas, the downpour begins and only stops just before New Year. The filthy water, regurgitated by the drains, floods the streets and invades the houses. Later the reporters arrive to ask if we've lost everything. They film our faces in close-up, hoping we'll cry. 'How are you feeling, senhora?', 'What does it feel like?'
