I am generally not into the whole “trapped, sad wife in olden times” genre. Edith Wharton is the only writer who has managed to make that story palatable for me, and it’s on the strength of her writing and the fact that her female characters are generally decent people or very entertainingly terrible people (see Undine Spragg in The Custom of the Country, one of my favorite books of all time).
I was a philosophy minor in college, and I’ve been meaning to go back and read a lot of foundational texts on the subject for awhile now. Russell’s book seemed like a good place to start, as it provides basic context on the major “problems” of philosophy.
I love magical realism. I discovered Borges and Calvino in college and fell in love with them. I saw Arenas’ book on a list of magical realism novels somewhere and looked for it for ages, and I was so excited when I found it at a used bookstore.
This was my fourth Kawabata book – the other three were Thousand Cranes, Snow Country, and House of the Sleeping Beauties. As a writer, he snuck up on me. I enjoyed Thousand Cranes, but I didn’t necessarily intend to read a lot of his work.
One month down and I’ve read seven books. I didn’t do full posts on most of them (already a bad blogger), but some thoughts below.
The Sound of the Mountain – Yasunari Kawabata
This was my fourth Kawabata book – the other three were Thousand Cranes, Snow Country, and House of the Sleeping Beauties.
This is a book by a man who believed strongly in a great many things that I disagree with. Richard M. Weaver, by all accounts, was a crotchety kind of gentleman, born and raised in the South, who was horrified by the loss of gentility and chivalry and God-fearing that infected the entire United States after the South lost the Civil War.
John Cheever died a few years before I was born. Prior to his death, he was extremely well-regarded, particularly as a short story writer. His collected stories volume was a bestseller, as was his novel Falconer. But since his death, Cheever has basically disappeared from the literary map.
I was in AP English classes throughout high school. The benefit of this is that I got to read a lot of challenging, complex works – books like Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Brave New World, which made tremendous contributions to my love of literature.
It’s time for all good bloggers to share their new year’s resolutions. I don’t have a list of resolutions so much as a number of goals based on a common theme: to live more slowly.
I’m currently reading William Powers’