Shamefully often, while working on a piece, I’ve stopped myself mid-way, and erased a couple hours worth of polished paragraphs, to welcome, once again, the empty page and the few days of erratic wandering through family libraries that the desire to write something really ambitious brings along. These brisk interruptions and discardings tend to come […]Read more "My Strange Romance with the Self-Help Movement"
Some time ago, I watched a wonderful video by Vox, on the success of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. The video explained how the novel’s success was made possible by the invention and spread of paperback books. Winning the Pulitzer Prize in 1961, To Kill a Mockingbird was at the pinnacle of the “paperback […]Read more "Ode to the physical format"
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"
One of my favourite works of literary analysis is the first page and a half of Mikhail Epstein’s “Good-bye to Objects, or the Nabokovian in Nabokov”. Epstein begins by proposing the study of literature, not under the common categories related more to structure than to content, but in search of traits of a worldview, aesthetic […]Read more "Mr. Nabokov, sweeten my ear!"
[The following is yet another edited transcript of a self-recorded ethylic midnight rant. I’ve tried to preserve some of its oral, long-winded qualities. I hope you enjoy it.] Let me take a while to think along with you, regarding fiction and politics. Some of my more general statements could apply to all forms of political […]Read more "Notes on Political Fiction"
This doesn’t intend to be but an introduction to a short series of rambles, consequence of some fun little exercises that I tend to carry out while re-reading narrative pieces. I’d like to begin by explaining why I embark in such — one could argue, petty, squeamish examinations, to, in future pieces, dedicate myself to them exclusively. […]Read more "Introduction to a Series of Ruminations on Prose"