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Klara and the Sun
Read more: Klara and the SunMotherfucker made me cry on a train. That’s not a nice thing to do but I don’t let stuff like that get to me anymore. Boys can cry, too. Don’t let the gender Nazis tell you different. Besides, Kazuo Ishiguro can’t hide his tear-jerking beauty any better than the rest of us can. I don’t […]
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To The Lighthouse
Read more: To The Lighthouse“Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out the train window, that he must look now, for he will never […]
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Ulysses and Art
Read more: Ulysses and Art“Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with eternal wisdom, […]
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Love in the Time of Cholera
Read more: Love in the Time of CholeraOne thought kept returning to me while reading Love in the Time of Cholera: Gabriel García Márquez must have been a wonderful lover. I’m not talking about sex. I am talking about the spiritual side of love. Anyone who writes about love with the depth he does must have the capacity for an abundance of […]
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