Hyperglobalist

"For what, she would ask, had ever been real, and who had ever known reality?"

Well, of course, she disappears! That is how a very practical-minded rooted character can be in this liminal space between sleeping and waking, which makes up the ground for this novel.

The most egregious violations of the rules were by the US and not the measly exceptions granted to the global South, which whatever you think of them were at least codified.

Sorry about revealing that. The original French title of the 6th volume is "Albertine disparue" which in French also has the connotation of ceasing to exist. Whereas the English title is "The Fugitive", which leaves things unclear, I guess. Yes, poor Albertine, indeed!

Yes. And her death is one of the most tragic things I have read in literature. Marcel redeems himself a little in his response.

Everyone in the world comes to get married at the NYC Marriage Bureau. Last week, the Mayor stopped by to officiate a few of those ceremonies. 
 
Thank you to all the couples who shared their joy with us. Happy Valentine's Day, New York. 
 
 Watch the full video at Youtube.com/nycmayorsoffice

Visited Blackpool Pleasure Beach. Felt in full the futility of the human project. Had chips. 4 stars, would do again.

He visits the Pyramids and feels in full the futility of the human project. It's terrific.

hello and welcome to the political genius exam. here is question one. which is a more compelling message:

- the president is sending armies to occupy cities and kidnap and kill people and your town could be next
- a meal at the cheesecake factory that previously cost $100 now costs $104.9

Read over the past couple of days, a collection of short stories translated from Urdu, capturing India’s partition with fierceness and pain, from an author whose life was in many ways affected by it. Highly recommended, another great Archipelago book

Will Self’s Savage World The author faced down cancer to write his spectacular new novel, a cutting satire of modern culture.

I neither knew that Self had a new novel coming, nor that he had (pretty bad) cancer. Has this gone underreported or am I following the wrong accounts? www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/...

Also with "Le Ventre de Paris" I experienced as hardly ever before in my reading life, the bane of realist novels: descriptive passages that stop time.

Finished vol 3. Started vol 4. All 3 had a similar structure. Open in medias res. Loop back for almost half the novel. When we have caught up with the present we are hurtling towards a devastating finish. From the little I have read of vol 4, it thankfully appears to break the mold.

McEwan may be a better critic than a novelist.

7 years since this tragic piece of information slipped out. An awful home secretary, an awful PM, an awful woman. Grenfell, Windrush, Article 50 & 'the hostile environment'.

Many such tales. We used to have a repertory cinema in the Castro district of San Francisco which had a great film programmer, Anita Monga. IIRC, the owner's wife fired said programmer & took over the programming and it went downhill immediately and hasn't recovered.

I use the For You feed. It has improved my experience of this site measurably.

Here is Mélenchon ridiculing him.

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Laynie Browne

Aragon's Paris Peasant is great. One of the few surrealist novels that I positively enjoyed. Also Exact Change is a very interesting publisher.

aristocratic milieu named Robert de Montesquiou-Fezensac.

I could wait no longer. Starting with volume 4, which is the hinge between the two cycles, Guermantes and Albertine, as described in the introduction by Antoine Compagnon. Also learnt that both characters, Baron Charlus and Huysman's Esseintes, were based on the same person, a poet from the same

the "satiny warmth of a woman". At this point to remove any doubt from the most obtuse reader's mind he interrupts his description for just one sentence to describe an old ragged woman, also a fruit-seller, right next to La Sarriette, whose fruits are "cadavers" in their juiceless-ness.

Having mentioned Zola's erotic reveries, thought I would give an example. Here he is describing a young fruit seller named La Sarriette plying her trade. The juices that have stained her spread, the fumes that emanate in the heat from the juices, the powerful aroma of musk. And it ends with

I just deleted a bunch of snarky subtweets about reading Proust or the quest for "Proustige" - a word that comes from 👇 this book - that was meant for my time-line and not for soiling someone else's mentions.

Issue 8:2 of Critical Times is now out from @dukepress.bsky.social

"Race and Caste: Hierarchy and Universality, Part I" is the first of two special issues guest-edited by Ruchi Chaturvedi and Victoria J. Collis-Buthelezi on the topic of race and caste

One cannot say it enough. Zola is the horniest novelist I have ever read. At his leering worst when he turns towards underage characters.

LOVE THE LETTERS written in thin penned impermanent ink/a young black woman’s fever pages yellow in sealed envelopes how soon forgot the my love for you will never dies how buried dust deep the there will never be anothers you are my lasts i can’t live without yous buried with time and the apt shovel of experience such comedy first love love always the dizzy spin/hyperventilated ache torture and sweat of it give all to give of it letters/pain pressed thin from storage for review tell me how stupid i was then and how stupid i remain

love always

Wanda Coleman

Eating and drinking are strongly related to reading. For serious readers this connection may not hold and indeed be dismissed as nonsense but it resonates for many of us. I am tempted to try this chocolate with a Mishima book on hand.

And the barest taste of mathematics has made me open to this. Knots and prime numbers are related, you say? Why the hell not!