books+songs… Wednesday, Jan 30 2008 

worm.jpg I am worming my way through Proust. I don’t think I’ll finish this second book by the end of the month. No hurry. It’s a year long process. I want to write a full length post about The Unbearable Lightness of Being. It is very interesting and I want to do it justice. I love Tereza and Tomas’s weaknesses. I love how they get killed off in the middle of the book only to have their story continued until the end. I love Tereza’s dreams about Tomas wanting her dead. I love Sabina’s bowler hat and the engineer who may have been the secret police. I love the fact that Tereza was reading Anna Karenina when she met Tomas and that her dog is named Karenin. Only Milan Kundera can make betrayal and heartache so readable and lovely.

As for Proust, here are some passages that I like!

“When our wish to be touched by nature or art is prompted by the hope of a grandiose revelation, we are loath to let it be replaced by lesser impressions, which might mislead us as to the true value of Beauty.”

The digression about the Vinteuil sonata:

“Because it was only in successive stages that I could love what the sonata brought to me, I was never able to possess it in its entirety-it was an image of life. But the great works of art are also less of a disappointment than life, in that their best parts do not come first.”

On time:

“The time we have to spend each day is elastic: it is stretched by the passions we feel; it is shrunk by those we inspire; and all of it is filled by habit.”

Sunrises:

“Sunrises are a feature of long train journeys, like hard-boiled eggs, illustrated papers, packs of cards, rivers with boats straining forward but making no progress.”

La la di da da da… love love love my proust.

I am also obsessed right now with Elvis Perkin’s “All the Night Without Love.” The lyrics make no sense. Something about drive thrus, gotmilk.com, and athletic insoles that get no love!

Peabody=more typing, some cataloging!

A Book Vending Machine in Barcelona Sunday, Jan 27 2008 

Needed ASAP in the U. S. of A. Have you ever found yourself in a public place, alone, without a book? It’s a desperate feeling!
clipped from www.nytimes.com
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my physical TBR stack Sunday, Jan 27 2008 

bbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg This is my TBR stack. Diaz should be next, Pynchon and Tolstoy are so long! Pamuk is for a lazy day and The Road for sure…soon. Bowl of Cherries was started and put aside and the rest are Bookins arrivals. All need to be read before new ones are bought, borrowed, or added to the list… but such is the life of a book addict. My TBR list is taking shape as we speak. 

bookmarks… Sunday, Jan 27 2008 

chaggg.jpg An update is in order for the reading of this last week of January. It has been a big reading month, slowing down toward the latter, but the TBR list keeps growing. All I can hope for is just to keep up as much as I can. Right now, I am head on into the second book of In Search of Lost Time, “In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower” and keeping my bathtub company with The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Both are fabulous in completely different ways. I have so many books in this house to read. I also treated myself to something today, Bookmarks magazine. Hopefully, more things will be recommended. I am attempting to put my books into librarything.com. It would take forever, but I’ll try to put it up here sometime soon. Also a comprehensive TBR list, a goal list very soon. Bye bye for now.  

Jessica and Lil Bit Friday, Jan 25 2008 

Isn’t she precious?
 

 

can you believe I finished a book? Thursday, Jan 24 2008 

michaelchabon.jpg I have been phrasing everything in questions lately? Typing this is painful. I have been typing ALL DAY LONG! That is what I do now. I’ve been typing summaries from radio broadcasts of 1976. What a year, I am telling you. I bowled miserably today. But all that is besides the point because I actually finished a book. That’s right. An actual book that was awesome and rocking and I loved it so much. Michael Chabon (who rocks my literary boat)’s The Yiddish Policeman’s Union. Chabon creates an alternate writing of history and Jewish people have made the home of their exile in Alaska. Murder, love, and intrigue follow suit, surrounded by the musical Yiddish language and the style of Chabon’s early 20th century creations. I enjoyed this book just as much as Kavalier and Clay and want to go out and get his other books as soon as I can. It’s something that I have avoided for years and I am glad I decided to jump on the Chabon boat. There was only one part that I had the patience to stop-find a pencil-find the passage-underline-share with you.

“The heat of the lantern vaporizes the snow. The air seems to shatter like a world of tiny windows with a tinkling sound. And Landsman feels something that makes him want to put a hand to the back of his neck. He is a dealer in entropy and a disbeliever by trade and inclination. To Landsman, heaven is kitsch, God a word, and the soul, at most, the charge on your battery. But in the three-second lull that follows Zimbalist’s crying out the name of the rebbe’s lost son, Landsman has the feeling that something comes fluttering among them. Dipping down over the crowd of men, brushing them with its wing. Maybe it’s just the knowledge, leaping from man to man, of why these two homicide detectives must have come at this hour Or maybe it’s the old power to conjure of a name in which their fondest hope once resided. Or maybe Landsman just needs a good night’s sleep in a hotel with no dead Jews in it.”

The novel is dark and gloomy, but ends well. Anyway, I have received the 2nd Proust via bookins. It’s way long!!! I also got Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and a book called The Art of Fiction. Add them to the stack and try to forget about my essay test on Gilgamesh tomorrow.

maybe reading proust can change your life Monday, Jan 21 2008 

iiiii.jpg I have finished this book called “How Proust Can Change Your Life” by Alain de Botton. I would link to it, but I don’t think you want to buy it (borrow it if you are interested) but it is not worth purchasing. It is portrayed as a self help, tongue in cheek, biography of Proust and kind of the experience of reading In Search of Lost Time. It just doesn’t work. Proust was interesting, but is definitely not a candidate to show other people how to live (at least from his personal life). However, if looking at advice from the source of his novel…well, I don’t know. It just doesn’t work for me. Maybe I am missing the whole point. Maybe it was supposed to be tongue in cheek from the outset. I did manage to find some quotations for you…

“One way of considering In Search of Lost Time is as an unusually long unsent letter, the antidote to a lifetime of proustification, the flip side of the Athenas, lavish gifts, and long-stemmed chrysanthemums, the place where the unsayable was finally granted expression.”

And Proust’s “instruction on a responsible approach to books.”

“As long as reading is for us the instigator whose magic keys have opened the door to those dwelling-places deep within us that we would not have known how to enter, its role in our lives is salutary. It becomes dangerous on the other hand, when, instead of awakening us to the personal life of the mind, reading tends to take its place, when the truth no longer appears to us as an ideal which we can realise only by the intimate progress of our own thought and the efforts of our heart, but as something material, deposited between the leaves of books like a honey fully prepared by others and which we need only take the trouble to reach down from the shelves of libraries and then sample passively in a perfect repose of mind and body.”

Proust was a weirdo. It was interesting ancedote about his meeting with Joyce. I hope to one day find a better biography. That is all.

ain’t no sunshine when no reading gets done Thursday, Jan 17 2008 

mmmm.jpgI have been working like a horse and thus far have not finished let alone read another book this week. My efforts at beginning books have been thwarted by that pesky little thing called actual work. I didn’t get my desired snow day either! But I won’t be too disheartened because the weekend is nigh and my second proust is on the way. More reading updates are to follow….

Reading and Actual Work Tuesday, Jan 15 2008 

aaaaa.jpg I have finished Anya Ulinich’s Petropolis and of course, really enjoyed it. Even though it was hard to relate to the main character (a half black, half jewish, half russian teenage mother who lives in Siberia, Arizona, and Brooklyn), I still found her plight heartrending and humorous at times. It’s really well written and I highly recommend it (also a bargain book on Amazon right now).

Becky, I cannot read that copy of The Master and the Margarita! It is majorly falling apart and so I have decided to wait on that journey until I can find a better copy. I’ll keep yours intact and safe until I see you next. I got through the first chapter and it is definitely something I want to read soon.

In other news, I began my first day of work with the Peabody archives today which included….wait for it….putting stickers on things for an hour and a half. Which was actually great fun and important and all that. It was just a long day (desk work, bowling, desk work, peabody work). I scored high in my first game (88) and went progressively downhill from there. My heart wasn’t in it today. I hope that the peabody work goes more smoothly tomorrow and that I learn a lot this semester with it. Any experience with cataloging is good experience. Michael Chabon is up next in the queue. Till next time…

winter+sunday=reading, of course Monday, Jan 14 2008 

asassa.jpg I have finished Kate Atkinson’s Case Histories and I found it really fun, an intelligent murder mystery! I appreciated how each and every character was just that: a developed character and there were so many in the book, yet each one was distinct from another and each had a personality (even if some of the characters were previous characters who had taken on new personas). There were some loose ends of course, but all in all a very worthwhile read for this Sunday afternoon. I will now be moving on to something my sister says is a must read: The Master and Margarita by: Mikhail Bulgakov. My next Proust is on its way from bookins… perfect! On to more reading…

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