#literature
Reading 2024
I read 74 books this year. I'm not reviewing them all; I don't remember them all. However, a few of them stuck with me for various reasons. Did nobody think to tell me about Doris Lessing? The name had a familiar ring, the kind of sound a name gets when it's called great, but only ever in the middle of a list of other great names. I can't really understand how I made it this far without somebody insisting I read this book. The setup is ostensibly simple: semi-autobiographical protagonist Anna is an author and an active leftist in 30s,...
Not now
For the past few months the days have been long and dark. Somewhere in the middle there it snowed and it stuck for a couple of weeks, slowly hardening into sheet ice. We're through most of it now. Last week, in the courtyard behind the apartment the trees started to bud, and now there's sun enough to catch the green rippling along all their branches. Spring, maybe. In the dark months I kept my head down and worked. Ugly, stupid work. Pointless work. Now just as spring comes I'm sick. The other day I was in the office and I...
Notes from Granta 165 (Deutschland)
The Granta office in Berlin is located in the district of Friedenau. It’s a neighborhood of shuttered vinyl record shops and thriving funeral parlors that few visit, and fewer seem to leave. In the 1970s and 1980s, Friedenau became home to a concentration of West German writers, several of whom would make significant contributions to Granta: Hans Magnus Enzensberger, Günter Grass, Herta Müller. Today, on Niedstraße, in Enzensberger’s old building, piano lessons are offered on the ground floor; in Grass’s stout brick house next door, his widow runs an Airbnb (€145 a night). The residue of the Cold War is thick on the ground.
It's enough to make you crazy
The world is enough to make you crazy. The city is enough to make you crazy. The building is enough to make you crazy. The way lint builds up on the desk right in front of you, given enough of everything else, is enough to make you crazy. I've deliberately contracted in the past couple of years. I've tried to become less of a jangly ball of reactive nerve endings. I think I used to be a gaping maw that inhaled current affairs from near and far and exhaled analysis and anxiety. I try to do less of that. Touch...
Wartime reading
It feels like there's a lot of war going on. Whenever that happens I really feel my ignorance; it seems like if thousands of people are dying about something, I should understand what that something is. So here's what I've been reading lately about war. I didn't start reading Kaputt by Curzio Malaparte because of the present wars but because it was recommended to me by a friend. However, it's been instructive. Malaparte was a fascist, which gave him access to all kinds of people during WW2 who I haven't really seen close up before. Kaputt is a brilliant book...
Links, August 2023
While I claim that the reason I haven't emerged as the foremost British emigré writer of our times because I simply don't have time between watching movies and drinking beer: Franz Kafka wrote stories on the side, at night, when he was tired. Enjoy this profile not of his literature, but his day job: "I am more interested in his insurance affairs." A dragon guarded the literary estate of Borges and made anybody who wanted a part of it suffer. I think I love her. In shocking news that nobody could have predicted, it turns out that the women of...
History of the Bible
I read The History of the Bible this weekend and enjoyed it a lot. I have a little collection of books about theology now, not because of any interest in faith but because I think it's an interesting vein of history and culture. The bible is so often quoted, wittingly or unwittingly, in popular culture and everyday speech. Here are some good excerpts from the book. The first I've included because I like the readings of the Old Testament that give God a personality. In this case it's a taunting condescention. I also just think the language here is amazing....
Igbo Orthography and The Ndebe Script
— Writing Africa's Future in New Characters, Kọ́lá Túbọ̀sú in Popula
Haruki Murakami Challenged On Women
— A Feminist Critique of Murakami Novels, With Murakami Himself, Mieko Kawakami in LitHub
How a French Midwife Solved a Public Health Crisis
— How a French Midwife Solved a Public Health Crisis
James Joyce’s grandson and the death of the stubborn literary executor
— James Joyce’s grandson and the death of the stubborn literary executor, B.D. McClay in The Outline
Exploring the World of Paradise Lost
— The Sound and the Story: Exploring the World of Paradise Lost, Philip Pullman in The Public Domain Review
Wasps
I read the Penguin Classics translation of Wasps by Aristophanes the other day. It's a satirical play about how an older generation of Athenians who fought in the Peloponnesian War were taken in by a pandering demagogue called Cleon. To grasp what's happening and get the jokes, you have to know a little bit about the context of Athenian politics at the time and how the jury system worked. But all of that is explained in a very quick note at the beginning of the edition. The point of this note though is that it's funny, really funny! It's broad...
William Carlos Williams on love and cruelty
I've been reading The Art of Cruelty by Maggie Nelson and there's tons of great extracts and references. One that caught me in particular was this excerpt from The Ivy Crown by William Carlos Williams, which (I think) disputes the rosy typical notions about love but reaffirms it as a wilder, more brutal thing: It's a nice disputation of the oft-quoted 1 Corinthians 13:4-7: