We made it to the final blog post! A bitter sweet feeling indeed, although I don’t usually enjoy doing homework, the blog posts hold a special place in my heart as it actually allowed me to be transparent about what I read whilst reinforcing the concepts learned in the literature. Being able to open up […]
Posted in Blogs | Tagged with book-review, books, fiction, literature, reading, Uncategorized
I liked this one! I felt like I read it in mere minutes, it went by so quick. I really felt this book, felt it sweating and sweet as I read it, as our gecko narrator scurries along the wall “like a tick on its host’s skin” and describes how the sun “silenced the birds, […]
Posted in Agualusa, Blogs | Tagged with history, literature, memory, war
I see before me pieces of the human condition, bound together by the umbrella of a narrative that does not quite make any sense. Names reel in and out of sight, like stars in a black river flowing tear-like across the immensely lonely regions of the wo…
Posted in Agualusa, Blogs | Tagged with fiction, Home, identity, life, literature, memory, reality
The Trenchcoat was a pretty unsettling read in a quiet kind of way. The story feels simple on the surface, but there’s this constant tension lingering in the background that slowly creeps up on you. What I found really interesting is that everything is told through a child’s perspective. The narrator doesn’t fully understand the […]
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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 …
Posted in Blogs, Duras | Tagged with Home, life, literature, love, The Lover
I’ve never felt so acknowledged by an author, because we (a reader)are not meant to contribute to the story, because the story’s already been told. There’s not much we can do except observe, and hope the ending is favourable. I guess that’s still the same even with this book. No matter how involved the readers […]
Posted in Blogs | Tagged with literature, narration, perspective
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…
Posted in Blogs, Lispector | Tagged with death, fiction, Home, identity, life, Lispecter, literature, love, reality, reflection, The hour of the star
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…
Posted in Blogs, Rodoreda | Tagged with childhood, death, family, Home, life, literature, love, memories, poverty, reality, reflection, relationships, The Time of The Doves, war
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…
Posted in Blogs, Laforet | Tagged with family, fiction, Home, life, literature, nada, poverty, reality, reflection, relationships
Confusing. Figuring things out not by their form but by the convoluted trails of meaning formed by dense sentences, juxtaposing verses, and half-conscious dreams. This book is a forest of question marks. “I am no puzzle-maker, no wizard of chess, no ph…
Posted in Blogs, Breton | Tagged with absurdity, Home, identity, life, literature, love, nadja, reality, Surrealism
