pickFollow-up thoughts... Years from now, while walking down the street, looking all around, certain sequences from this book are going to peak through the blinds in my head, and I'll be really confused as to their origin, but then I'll stop caring about the origin and just be happy.
pickFollow-up thoughts... Years from now, while walking down the street, looking all around, certain sequences from this book are going to peak through the blinds in my head, and I'll be really confused as to their origin, but then I'll stop caring about the origin and just be happy.
This is one of the most useless books I have ever read, and one of the most captivating, and I mean both of those things as high high compliments.
Self-portrait in meditation behind (and induced by) the inaugural book in my International Literature book group at Politics and Prose. If, by chance, there are any DC residents here, first meeting (where we'll talk this book) will start at the store at 7 PM on Wednesday, July 27th.
When a book you've been waiting to savor (well, two books if we include the blurry one off to the left) is as wonderful as you'd hoped.
Halfway through and now thinking this is something I was trying to read too quickly (bookseller problems). Took a break and now am taking it slowly (occasionally drunkly), and it's really killing me.
"Historians" cited include J. R. R. Tolkien, Marcel Pagnol, and Marguerite Yourcenar, so I'm in.
Somehow this book is very moving.
Always cool when a book writes a sequence about itself that you thought you were composing in your head.
If nothing else, this absurd airport delay gave me much-needed time with this: "Now you tug at my skirts, looking back, making phrases."
