Last week I bridged the gap between 2018 and 2019 with the novels of Qiu Miaojin, Notes of a Crocodile and Last Words from Montmartre, and began my new year of reading on a high note.
Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—and for me, for writing as whole.
—Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.
—Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
For the month of January I’ll be focusing on reading fiction and nonfiction by writers in translation, from Haruki Murakami to Marguerite Duras.
I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.
—Susan Sontag, Reborn: Early Diaries 1947-1963
On my commute to and from Chicago this week, I had the chance to check out two novels by Clarice Lispector: The Hour of the Star and The Passion According to G.H.
There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world, lit or unlit as the light allows.
—Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm