Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in the U.S. So, for each of the last three years, I’ve paused and given thanks to many things book related.
Let’s revisit that tradition today.
In 2014, I’m thankful for: Read more
I keep going back to this Paris Review interview with Kingsley Amis, just because it has so many good nuggets of wisdom and insight. And, yes, I just used the word “nugget.” Be thankful I didn’t say “moist nugget.”
Anyway, here’s what Amis has to say about writing humor: Read more
Do you have a bookshelf strategy?
Like, what goes in your bookcase? And do you organize it any certain way?
Do you opt for the showcase books? Maybe hard covers you’ve never read.
Does your bookcase only represent books you’ve read?
Is it hardcover only, or is it filled with a mix of hardcover and paperback? Read more
Let’s have a little fun with Google Translate again.
We tried this a few months ago with mild success, so I thought I’d give it another go.
Basically, I just take famous passages from literature, then kick them through a gauntlet of 5 to 10 languages and spit them back out in English. Then we see what we’ve got.
Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s weird. Sometimes it’s fairly similar to the original.
And off we go: Read more
Take it away, Lucky Jim.
Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth has been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by a secret police. He felt bad.
How brilliant is that?
The description of his mouth might be my favorite part. But I also love the close. “He felt bad.” Just a perfect, perfect description.
Lucky Jim is taking me longer than I’d like, but that doesn’t have anything to do with the quality of the novel. I’m enjoying it. This season is a little busier so I’m just not getting as much reading done as I want to.