We have nothing left to fear but insincerity.
—Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre
notes on life and literature
We have nothing left to fear but insincerity.
—Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre
Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation’s short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit
—Annie Dillard, An American Childhood
Moving on foot seems to make it easier to move in time; the mind wanders from plans to recollections to observations.
—Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust
For Reading Ireland Month 2019, I’ve selected five titles, one for each week’s theme, with the hope that I’ll have time to read other books beyond my list as the month unfolds.
Memories must make do with their delirium, with their drift. A moment stopped would burn like a frame of film blocked before the furnace of the projector.
—Chris Marker, Sans Soleil
A collection of personal essays about writing, endurance, and running, Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running considers the impact the sport has had on the author’s life and work. Continue reading “on running”
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.