01. back in brooklyn! it was great to be back in california again, but i am so very happy to be back in brooklyn.
02. tomorrow, i’ll be going to pick up the copy of colorless tsukuru tazaki i preordered weeks ago (sent the copy i had in LA to my cousin because she’s never read murakami!), and then i shall mosey over to williamsburg to do some writing! and then maybe get some pie on my way home … SOBS i’m so happy to be back.
03. brought back comments! because, i don’t know, i’d like to engage more … or something … it’s 2 am, and i’ve spent the whole day traveling, so my logic may be a little more muddled than usual. i’ve thought about moving this blog to another platform (like, maybe, wordpress), and i’ve also thought about whether or not i should try to enforce more of a “direction” on this blog, but then i decided that (a) i’m comfortable on the tumblr platform and (b) it’s a blog; i get to ramble; that’s fine.
(and i know i said “three things,” but this one’s important:
ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL ACCEPTANCE. preordered my copy a few weeks ago, too, which basically means i get to walk over to greenlight and pick up my copy next tuesday. and then promptly devour it. nom.)
hey! sorry for the slow reply, but i had to mull over this one for a bit because it’s been over a decade since i read to kill a mockingbird and i admit i wasn’t too personally keen on the catcher in the rye (i opine that i read it too late in life; if i’d read it as a late adolescent, i think i would have taken more away from it than i did). it’s also been a while since i’ve read a few of the listed titles, too, (one reason for the lack of personal blurbs), but they’re all books that sat with me over the years, and these are the titles that came to mind as i mulled over to kill a mockingbird and the catcher in the rye. they should all be less than or just over 300 pages, and it’s a mix of things — novels, non-fiction, plays.
- the bell jar, sylvia plath
- the glass menagerie and a streetcar named desire, tennessee williams
- i know why the caged bird sings, maya angelou
- the color purple, alice walker
- the diving bell and the butterfly, jean dominique bauby
- the sense of an ending, julian barnes
- the guest, hwang sok-young
- i’ll be there, shin kyung-sook
… ok this list feels both really obvious and really arbitrary … X: my apologies for that! i hope it helps a little, though! (:
and thanks for the Q! you’ve definitely encouraged me to pick up more from maya angelou and to get my butt into gear and finally read toni morrison!
“If it had a name, he says, what would that change, exactly? Would it be more acceptable to you? Would it be a thing people do? Would it have a category unto itself?”
“There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight. It takes forty-one seconds to climb a ladder three stories tall. It’s not easy to imagine the year 3012, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. We have new capabilities now — strange powers we’re still getting used to. The mountains are a message from Aldrag the Wyrm-Father. Your life must be an open city, with all sorts of ways to wander in.”
“Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.”
Midorikawa grudgingly shook his head. “Talent can be a nice thing to have sometimes. You look good, attract attention, and if you’re lucky, you make some money. Women flock to you. In that sense, having talent’s preferable to having none. But talent only functions when it’s supported by a tough, unyielding physical and mental focus. All it takes is one screw in your brain to come loose and fall off, or some connection in your body to break down, and your concentration vanishes, like the dew at dawn. A simple toothache, or stiff shoulders, and you can’t play the piano well. It’s true. I’ve actually experienced it. A single cavity, one aching shoulder, and the beautiful vision and sound I hoped to convey goes out the window. The human body’s that fragile. It’s a complex system that can be damaged by something very trivial, and in most cases once it’s damaged, it can’t easily be restored. A cavity or stiff shoulder you can get over, but there are a lot of things you can’t get past. If talent’s the foundation you rely on, and yet it’s so unreliable that you have no idea what’s going to happen to it the next minute, what meaning does it have?”
"Talent might be ephemeral," Haida replied, "and there aren’t many people who can sustain it their whole lives. But talent makes a huge spiritual leap possible. It’s an almost universal, independent phenomenon that transcends the individual."
Midorikawa pondered that for a while before replying. “Mozart and Schubert died young, but their music lives on forever. Is that what you mean?”
"That would be one example."
"That kind of talent is always the exception. Most people like that have to pay a price for their genius — through accepting foreshortened lives and untimely deaths. They strike a bargain, putting their lives on the line. Whether that bargain’s with God or the devil, I wouldn’t know."”
“But that wasn’t all there was to it. He was well aware that there was something more. Making love was a joining, a connection between one person and another. You receive something, and you also have to give.”