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July 22, 2010

Reading in Tongues 4

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Where that translator emphasized, or rather extracted and highlighted, the poetic and romantic side of Proust, reading him in French showed just how muscular, how sinewy, Proust’s prose truly is.

July 19, 2010

Evolution of a Reader 16

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Perhaps I look to books to protect me from life’s ultimate highs and lows; maybe I am addicted to the parallel highs and lows books have to offer. I see the world through book-colored glasses.

July 16, 2010

No More Lying: a Primer on the Novels of B.S. Johnson 1

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Joyce, Beckett and B.S. Johnson all tried to move the novel forward, to shove it out of the 19th-century ditch its spinning wheels seemed only to dig deeper. To tell a story, he thought (and often said), was to tell a lie, to futilely pretend away the chaos of modern existence and pander to humanity’s base, vulgar desire to find out what happened next.

July 15, 2010

Writing Outside Realism: Aimee Bender’s Magical Power 2

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If reading Aimee Bender’s stories was like creeping downstairs in the middle of the night to eat all the leftover cake with my hands — that much better for the darkness, for the raw, guilty lust — this new novel is summer afternoon, garden party fare.

July 14, 2010

The Worth of the Wasted: Shakespeare and Bradley 8

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A. C. Bradley is a better critic in full than he is in bits and pieces, and Shakespearean Tragedy continues to be an exciting book for anyone interested in literature.

July 13, 2010

Colonoscopy: It’s Time to Check Your Colons 43

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And, as evidenced in The New York Times and elsewhere, the punctuation push has indeed gone upward. In comments, threads, emails, blogs, newspapers, and magazines, compelling colons abound.

July 13, 2010

A Chiefest Pleasure: Discovering The Sot-Weed Factor on its 50th Birthday 6

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The deeper you go into your life and your reading, the more precious the long-overlooked gems become once you finally unearth them.

July 9, 2010

Literature is a Manner of Completing Ourselves: A Reader’s Year 17

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If I were an addict, I would get high and while high, presumably, worry about where I was to get my next fix. Reading is not all that different, I think. As a reader, I am always looking over the binding thinking about the next read, in some instances, longing for it. Some books, like some highs, are better than others. But even with not-so-good books, I will come back to the drug, seeking the next high.

July 5, 2010

Between the Pages 10

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Being a reader is like playing tricks with time. You turn the page of the fictional story while an hour of your own passes. The characters breathe, laugh and cry, and so do you. When you finish their tale, you close the book and set it aside, dreaming of their ever-after, while stepping out into yours.

July 2, 2010

Oil Plumes and White Noise: On Rereading DeLillo 1

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We are in a situation similar to the one Delillo lays out in White Noise: things are bad, danger is lurking, but we don’t know its full extent. Our exposure has been consummate, and fatal for the health and economic stability of many, but the final tally is not yet in.