/\ I never finished The GBG. Not sure if I will revisit it. Let us know what you think of it.
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Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
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Originally posted by Faust View PostOscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray
Still reading Lermentovs 'a hero of our time'. Fantastic - its mostly hypo-diegesis' and hypo-hypo-diegesis ( which I find remarkable considering how old it is ), not dissimilar to a W G Sebald..... it's a technique I love.
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Never read Sontag yet. On the other hand I must admit that I'm growing more and more tired of melancholy. I spent too many years deluding myself in considering it as the only virtuous path to beauty and deep understanding of the human condition, etc.
How lazy it was. How small a universe it leaves you in the end.
Well - who cares.
Now reading Bolano's The Savage detectives. I believe someone already mentioned it a little earlier. Great book - full of poets without poems, and whose life is true poetry.I can see a hat, I can see a cat,
I can see a man with a baseball bat.
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Originally posted by Mail-Moth View PostNever read Sontag yet. On the other hand I must admit that I'm growing more and more tired of melancholy. I spent too many years deluding myself in considering it as the only virtuous path to beauty and deep understanding of the human condition, etc.
How lazy it was. How small a universe it leaves you in the end.
Well - who cares.
Now reading Bolano's The Savage detectives. I believe someone already mentioned it a little earlier. Great book - full of poets without poems, and whose life is true poetry.
I think there is a certain contemplative beauty in melancholy, but it's certainly not the only path.Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
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There certainly is, Faust, for various reasons - whether it be a meditation upon transience or the perception of that irreductible distance between an agitated self and the enviable stillness of the inanimate world ; I won't deny this. But right now I'd prefer to leave this crutch behind and raise my head a bit more often out of the pit of self-concern, angst and the rest. One certainly learns things by looking through the glass of melancholy ; but passed a certain point it simply becomes a pose, a pathology, or both. Contemplation, when self-related, is not exactly contemplation anymore. There's enough self involved when trying just to look at the physical appearance of things, free from any metaphysical consideration, or existential, or else.
And Mad for sadness is just a cool title for a live album after all.
Finally decided to reread The Glass Bead Game after nearly twenty years. It looks much better than expected. The first pages, which describe the period that immediately preceded the age of the Game ang gave birth to it, have lost nothing of their accuracy.I can see a hat, I can see a cat,
I can see a man with a baseball bat.
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Well said, Master Moth.Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
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Now reading Bolano's The Savage detectives. I believe someone already mentioned it a little earlier. Great book - full of poets without poems, and whose life is true poetry.THE HOUSE OF DIS
embrace the twenty first movement
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^What did you expect from it? Not my favourite Perec by any margin. La Disparition (translated into the English as A Void) wins it for me by some stretch.
Originally posted by viv1984viv View PostJust disliked wilde's writing on every page,
BTW, the Lermontov is a top read. Read it numerous times. Interestingly enough, I picked up a piece of Russian literature myself. A new translation of Andrey Platonov's The Foundation Pit.
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Originally posted by todestrieb View Post^What did you expect from it? Not my favourite Perec by any margin.
Perec definately has a fixation on lists and numbers, and he plays a lot with them in the book. I found that sort of playing a bit boring and unnecessary. But then again, one might argue that's what the life's all about. Sometimes boring, sometimes more interesting and full of action. And often totally random.
La Disparition hasn't been translated in Finnish, and I'm afraid Perec's writing might be a bit too complex for me to understand and enjoy in other languages. I might give it a try though if I find a copy in English. We'll see.
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