This week’s reading on Carlos Fuentes’ The Old Gringo wasn’t at all what I was expecting. I thought it was going to be almost something similar to an autobiography like last week’s read of W, or Memory of Childhood. Although, I was much happier reading something that wasn’t an autobiography. I found this story really …
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The Old Gringo was an interesting read indeed. This book touches on memory, life, death, religion, revolution, and history. It recounts the journey of a man who travels to Mexico during a civil war, to die a fulfilling death. The Old Gringo, later revealed as the author Ambrose Bierce, leaves behind little, other than a …
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Hey everyone! This week I will be reflecting on my reading of Georges Perec’s novel, W or The Memory of…
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Much like my post on Black Shack Alley, I will format my post according to the parts of the book. I’ll also be updating this as I move through each part before I do a brief concluding reflection at the end. Reflection on Part I Unfortunately, I do not have quite as much to […]
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The Time of the Doves by Mercé Rodoreda is definitely a heart-wrenching book, and challenging to read at times (well, I mean basically all of the time). There is little to be happy about in this book, and the times that are happy, you can probably count on two hands. Nevertheless, I think that the […]
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This book was my personal Hindenburg. At the beginning of this novel I was really intrigued Lispector’s use of language and I through exploring the contradictory nature of feelings in the modern world was really cool. Just like the Hindenburg … Continue reading →
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