Right from the beginning there is a sense of going back in time, of flipping through the images of the past so as to arrive at some point in time where a certain revelatory experience unfolds from the ordinary narrative of human life, and some distant …
I’m not really sure of what I just read. Is that the point? Maybe. From the very first page, this novel had felt different from anything else I have read in this course. It starts off with a drawn out introduction and I was kind of just thrown off, but also very intrigued? … I […]
Now that I have finished this novel, I noticed that it starts with “all the world began with a yes” (3) and the last word is also “yes” (77). Overall, I thought this book was interesting in that the author also seems to be a character himself. He knows his goal for writing is to […]
THE WRITER: The desire for transcendence is itself a transcendent aspect of human nature, because it entails an already-present awareness of the transcendent, and a recognition of the possibility of becoming transcendent. The writer, Rodrigo, desires f…
Georges Perec, W, or the Memory of Childhood
Reading this book was pretty different from what I expected out of a wartime novel! It focussed a lot more on the daily, domestic aspects of Natalia and those around her, so much so that I almost forgot about the war until the book reminded me halfway through（´∇｀”）I was also growing increasingly frustrated with Quimet, […]
A lively swing of events rolls into place at the beginning of the novel, full of musical brilliance, unknown voices, and objects scattered across empty spaces. This is a book of wavering stars. And in this midst of it all there is a shadow of contempla…
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
To start, I think there is so much to unpack in Agostino. I enjoyed how Moravia framed the story as it was easy for me to follow the protagonist’s experience. It was so good that I finished it all in one sitting and actually think it is potentially my favourite out of all that we […]
With the first chapter of the book we are at once conscious of the unspeakable absurdities of life, of a thumping rhythm of isolation carrying its beat across desolate roads, into unsolved conflicts, and through crowds of unknown faces, leading us towa…
