D.Q (Don Quixote) Hold on guys, this was such a funny book. Granted, it took me forever to get through it, but the general delusion kept me coming back for more. In a matter similar to how people will rank episodes from the office, I have quite a few favourite scenes from the book which […]
Learning that we were going to read Columbus’ Journal as the first text in this course, I was really intrigued. I find diary entries fascinating because they introduce a honest representation of the writer’s thoughts, feelings, and fears. They are an amalgamation of all the things the writer wants to share about their experiences and […]
Hello! My name is Tolu, I am now in my final year at UBC, and I am studying Political Science particularly, politics, policy, and administration. I am originally from Nigeria, and have lived in Alberta and Ontario. I un(fortunately) do not have the Toronto accent, but I had an absolute blast in Toronto. I moved […]
WOW! I can’t believe that we are at the end already. At the beginning of this course, I felt a little overwhelmed: I did not believe that I would read so many books, while also juggling my 4 other classes. I am so glad that I took this course. If anything, it has taught me […]
“I realized I’d finished grieving for my son. I said to myself, That’s it now, the grieving’s over. I felt good. I hadn’t felt that good in years.” (164) “There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to do.” (165) This was a very touching read. It was so simple and easy to digest. As […]
“Then I go back to the novel. A vertical novel told horizontally. A story that has to be seen from below, like Manhattan from the subway.” (122) “Or a horizontal novel, told vertically. A horizontal vertigo.” (125) Getting into the book was a bit difficult for me. It reminded me of Andre Breton’s Nadja due to what […]
” ‘I have no name,” I replied quite frankly. “I am the gecko.” “That’s silly. No one is a gecko!” “You’re right. No one’s a gecko. And you – are you really called Felix Ventura?” My question seemed to offend him. He lay back on the bench and his eyes disappeared into the incredible depths […]
“Then the Kid raised himself up ever so slightly, leaning on one elbow, and murmured something into his ear which no one could hear, a few words of love, no doubt, uttered under his breath or perhaps left unuttered, but sensed by the Gaucho who kissed the Kid as he departed. They remained motionless for […]
“Everything chimed with his desire and made him possess me. I had become his child. It was with his own child he made love every evening. And sometimes he takes fright, suddenly he’s worried about her health, as if he suddenly realized she was mortal and it suddenly struck him he might lose her. ” […]
“Ah if only I could grab Macabea, give her a good bath, a plate of hot soup, a kiss on the forehead as I tucked her into bed. And cause her to wake up and find simply the great luxury of living.” (50) That was the most interesting introduction I have read so far in […]
