An Unhelpful Companion for Unsettling Times
Some time ago, I watched a wonderful video by Vox, on the success of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. The video treats how it was made possible by the invention and spread of paperback books. The novel in question won the Pulitzer Prize in 1961, at the height of the “paperback revolution”. Being the […]
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Mientras escribo esto, durante un descanso laboral, unas dos o tres decenas de feministas radicales se reúnen en el frío a protestar por la liberación de Nahir Galarza, una mujer joven que robó el revólver de su padre, un oficial de policía, y asesinó a su novio de dos balazos. Esta fue la conclusión de […]
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I’ve just climbed up from a pile of office work, to write a few unrequested lines about one of my favourite novels. Please, don’t expect anything ambitious. When I first read Maurice by E.M. Forster, I was seventeen years old. I produced a sloppy little review for La Chambre Ardente, a journalistic project kept by […]
Read more "Dedicated to better times"Originally posted on Biblioklept:
Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom have stopped at a cabman’s shelter, a small coffeehouse under the Loop Line Bridge, for a cuppa and a rest on their way home. And the hope that the coffee will sober Stephen up. After an appropriate period of such hospitality, Bloom sees that it is…
Shall no one lower, by tear or reproach this declaration of the mastery of God, who, with magnificent irony gave me at once, the books and the night. Of this city of books he made owners two lightless eyes, that can only read in the libraries of dreams the senseless paragraphs his eagerness’ dawns grant. […]
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En 1970, Jimi Hendrix murió de una sobredosis de barbitúricos. Arthur Rimbaud murió en 1891, de una sobredosis de pene de Verlaine. Yo, el otro día, tuve una siesta para nada reparadora, mientras padecía una sobredosis de nicotina. Gustaría de suceder la introducción de este bochornoso episodio con una aclaración: No estoy sufriendo secuela alguna. […]
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I’m gaining weight like mad. I’ll be epistemologically irresponsible, and say that 50% of it is muscle and 50% of it is the consequence of my succulent breakfasts (which consist of about a litter of coffee and, certainly, a whole package of XXXTentaciones cookies). From the pedestal of my corporate job, my twelve Twitter followers, […]
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