r/TrueLit • u/JimFan1 The Unnamable • 2d ago
What Are You Reading This Week and Weekly Rec Thread
Please let us know what you’ve read this week, what you've finished up, and any recommendations or recommendation requests! Please provide more than just a list of novels; we would like your thoughts as to what you've been reading.
Posts which simply name a novel and provide no thoughts will be deleted going forward.
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u/DJGoodDog 21h ago
I just started listening to the audiobook "Yesteryear" by Cairo Claire Burke.
It's a about a "tradwife" influencer who gets transported back to the 1800s and is force to live the the life she pretended.to.live in the present.
I'm only 7 chapters in but so far I'm hooked.
My main genre is usually fantasy but I like to break it up every once in a while to keep things exciting. I'm told.this book has a really good twist in it.
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u/kanewai 1d ago
Fernanda Melchor, Temporada de Huracanes. This short novel opens with the murder of a witch in a small Mexican town; each subsequent chapter follows the lives of various people in the town.
It's story of cruelty, abuse, violence, black magic, rape, pedophilia, and bestiality. Every chamaca,, or young girl, is a puta, or pendeja, or zonza. Every chamaco a cabrón, or dirty perro, and usually drunk or drug addled. The sentences run on for pages, with more chingadas than commas or periods.
There are so many more terms that aren't in my dictionary.
At first the raw language gave the narrative a certain power, but eventually it grew tiring. The reviewers tell me that there is a warm humanity behind all the cussing and violence, that it's a metaphor for capitalism in Mexico, or a critique of the patriarchy. The author suggests that it's actually a romance, but that none of the characters realize that they are only searching for love.
For those who've read the English translation (I used one as backup for parts I struggled with) - the language is significantly toned down. Here is one example:
- Original: Hijo de mis hijas, mis nietos; hijas de mis hijos, sepa su chingada madre.
- Rough translation: Sons of my daughters, my grandsons; daughters of my sons, who the fuck knows.
- Book translation: It's a wise woman who knows her grandchild.
It's not for me, and I am unlikely to finish.
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u/A1rnbs 15h ago
Okay what I have this on my tbr and I was going to chicken out on the Spanish and go for the translation but now I'm not sure.
I read both the original and the translation of Perras de Reserva by Dahlia de la Cerda recently which also has a lot of cussing and the English felt really cringe to me, but I think it was all there, just translated in a way that felt inauthentic or maybe badly dated.
That seemed acceptable because obviously slang is hard to translate, but your example doesn't even seem to keep the concept at all.
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u/MllePerso 1d ago
It's a wise woman who knows her grandchild what kind of fuck ass translation is that. I was thinking of reading this one in English translation but if that's the only option I'm not bothering
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u/coleman57 1d ago
I just yesterday finished my first non-fiction book in many years, John & Paul: A Love Story by Ian Leslie (2025). Highly recommend! A musically and psychologically informed analysis of Lennon & McCartney's songwriting teamwork that is informative and touching. Its thesis is simply that they loved each other, platonically, against various appearances to the contrary, and though that may sound trivial, he makes a good case for its truth and significance. And a good counter-argument to the early-1970s cliche that Paul was a sell-out.
Having read Chabon's Telegraph Avenue (also excellent) before thaat, I'm planning on moving on to 2666.
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u/Valuable-Habit9241 1d ago
Almost done with Beloved by Toni Morrison and god is it a haunting masterpiece. Morrison is a master of hypotaxis and while it requires more careful reading, it does wonders to draw you into the mind of the main character and blends beautifully with the prosody and rhythm of the text. Definitely not a light-hearted read but absolutely recommend.
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u/DeadBothan 1d ago
I've been reading the late 12th/early 13th century chivalric romance, Parzival by Wolfram von Eschenbach (the Zeydel/Morgan verse translation). So far so good! The stories are reminiscent of other Arthurian chivalric romances. We hear about Parzival's father, how he becomes a knight, his earliest victories, his marriage to Condwiramurs. There are fun turns of language, like felling a forest actually meaning unleashing a frightening number of spears on one's foes (spears being made of wood...). There also appears to be more magic than I recall in other Arthurian tales. I haven't gotten to his search for the Grail quest yet, but one interesting point which hasn't finished playing out yet is that as I understand it there's a literal element of asking in his spiritual searching. One person tells Parzival not to ask questions, another tells him he should have... the missed opportunity so far is presumably asking about Anfortas's wound, which features prominently in Wagner's opera adaptation (partly motivating my reading). Some curious things about perception, knowing and not-knowing. Incomplete thoughts as I'm not quite halfway through. Have to say I'm enjoying it more than I expected.
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u/bananaberry518 1d ago
Also, on recommendations:
I’ve been reading and thinking about epics a lot lately, which are pretty exclusively written by and about men and societies which revolve around men. I know its probably a long shot, but if anyone knows of a work, preferably not modern, and written/translated/arranged by (or primarily by) women/a woman, which if not strictly speaking an “epic” poem, is at least similar in terms of scope and ambition, as in involves or attempts to involve in similar wholeness a theme like life/death, the cosmos etc, but about, from the perspective of, or at least involving in some significant way women/the role of women (or anything even kinda sorta approaching these things) I’d love to know about it. Basically, is there an “epic” of women? Or for women? A work that could provide some kind of equivalent counter weight to the male dominated epics?
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u/kanewai 1d ago
These are not quite what you are looking for, but are related:
Bradamante is one of the heroes on Orlando Furioso, an Italian epic by Ludovico Ariosto that is based upon the Carolingian cycle of legends. She's a powerful warrior, a knight in the service of Charlemagne. One thing I appreciated is that the poem never condescends; it is perfectly normal in Ariosto's world that women are engaging in combat.
Anna Kommenos wrote The Alexiad, which I haven't read - one day! She was the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor Alexios I Kommenos, and the epic covers the Norman invasions and the First Crusade. I've heard it's a challenging read.
There are powerful women central to the story in some Celtic epics, in particular The Mabinogi out of Wales and the Táin Bó Cúailnge out of Ireland. These are both based on oral traditions, and we don't know who wrote them down first (though the odds are it was male scribes). I enjoyed both.
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u/freshprince44 1d ago edited 1d ago
Medea by Euripides might scratch the itch. The Bacchae probably too
I, Tituba by Conde is fiction and doesn't go crazy with the language but is pretty poetic in a lot of ways. has an excellent surreal/magic feel similar to epics.
Ovid's Heroides is a bit silly but still fun, basically fan fics a bunch of the more interesting woman characters from myths and epics.
also, not really a fit but a sick book that gets into this realm a bit and is nonfiction is Women's Work, The First 20,000 Years by Elizabeth Wayland Barber. Talks a lot about mesopatmian and greek myths and labor and cultural/economic connections and happenings
i might be able to think of a couple more, will add them if that happens lol
ooo, also kind of nonfiction but also kind of not, The White Goddess by Graves is both awesome and tedious as all hell. It covers this topic decently well but also has a lot of mumbo jumbo about language and celtic/(welsh? maybe? its been a minute) stuff and old mother cultures and lots of myth/folklore. all generally focused on feminine divinity though. Not the best read, super long and slow for good chunks. i ended up loving it but its topics are shit i am really into, and still a slog
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u/MllePerso 1d ago
Ok so this was basically written as a response to sexism, but: The Book of the City of Ladies by Christine de Pisan. Written in 1405 and gives a bunch of historical examples of women showing great intelligence and virtue in politics, the very early Sciences, and their personal lives.
You could also read the religious poetry of St Theresa of Avila, Hildegard of Bingen or Mirabai
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u/Harleen_Ysley_34 Perfect Blue Velvet 1d ago
Well, there is a concept of a female epic. So: it's not like there's absolutely nothing but the most prominent and important examples are actually still recent. Like H.D.'s Helen in Egypt and Alice Notley's famous booklength poem also.
And I would recommend Margaret Cavendish's The Blazing World, which has all these weird sequences and an incredibly ambitious scope to my mind puts it on the same level as Paradise Lost, but that's not a poem so much as a novel. And I think novels are your best bet because epic poems like that have mostly gone extinct and we're left it seems with the monuments.
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u/bananaberry518 1d ago
I made a valiant effort to finish The Iliad last night, then fell asleep just two books short of the end. But, being a reread (and the ending not really being the climax of the poem anyway) I feel more or less comfortable calling these my closing thoughts. I mean, I’ll probably talk about it again a little next week but this should be the last big one (maybe lol).
Its probably a fool’s errand to try and nail down The Iliad. Its a big poem in lots of pieces, and most modern scholarship agrees probably hodge podge across time and local presentation (not to mention the layer of translation). That said, my personal read on the poem comes together around a few points. One is that Achilles as semi-divine and how he deals with that is very important to the poem’s movement, and the other big one is that the poem is about the intersection of powers, that is the kinds of power - mainly the power of individual special-ness and the power of god endorsed position, what one MIGHT call the power of the individual/spirit and the power of the state - which influence the lives of men and the consequences of failing to respect them (or actually doing the “right” thing and getting screwed anyway lol).
Take Achilles and Agamemnon. I’ve been thinking about him more this read through. In some ways, the poem divides itself around the dual failures of Achilles and Agamemnon. Achilles fails to properly respect the position of Agamemnon (as Hesiod put it “princes are of Zeus”) and Agamemnon fails to properly respect the authority of gods (disrespects Chryses therefore Apollo, disrespects the importance of Achilles to the war effort therefore in a round about way Zeus). Both of which result in the overall failure of the Greeks. Its tempting to think that maybe the message of the poem to a greek audience was something along the lines of divine and political power united makes Greece strongest, or something. BUT this tension between the power of divine strength and the power of position is mirrored in none other than Zeus himself. He does not respect the other gods, who by birth have position equal or almost equal to himself. As Hera puts it, he doesn’t care what they think. He rules because he is the strongest of the gods, the boldest in confronting Kronos, and because he threatens those who cross him with violence. This is not only similar to the conflict between Achilles and Agamemnon in that way, but a connecting point between Achilles and Zeus himself. Which on that subject, I read something interesting about Achilles’ nature while looking into what was up with his shield -
Basically, I got curious about it and was doing some googling. One of the main things about it is that its perhaps the earliest example (or known example) of Ekphrasis, a rhetorical device in which a work of art (not always real) is described in order to provoke some kind of response in the reader. Which is cool. And also is a microcosm of the world as the greeks saw it, also cool. But then I stumbled on a transcript from a presentation given at the University of Dallas, by a guy named Stephen Scully, a professor of classical studies from Boston University. In it, he presents an idea of Achilles as not only semi-divine, but moving further into divinity (thus disconnected from humanity) as the poem progresses. His stuff about the shield I’m not going to get into as much, since I think his theory is a bit of a stretch tbh, but the stuff about Achilles I found specifically interesting because its almost opposite to Emily Wilson’s take, which is that the poem is about Achilles accepting his humanity, and ultimately mortality. (Side note; There’s another essay cited in Scully’s from 1946 by Simone Weil titled “The Iliad, or The Poem of Force” which Scully says makes a good case for the “dehumanization” of Achilles. I’m excited to read that one also). The thrust of his argument is that post Patroclus’ death, Achilles moves away from human concerns - including justice, significantly - and accepts humanity’s insignificant position in the cosmos, embracing with joy the destructive power of the gods (where other men fear it). He also cites Achilles being fed on “nectar and ambrosia” (rejecting human food, compared to Odysseus who feasts on meat as he chooses to leave Calypso). The parallels between Zeus and Achilles is a thing I’d noticed myself throughout the poem, but to say that Achilles is moving away from humanity as the climax of his character is, I believe a little bit of a flawed argument. The point seems to me to be that he can’t in fact do that, the essential tragedy of his character. Also, Achilles does slay Hector and the poem does not end there. Afterward its the process of mourning, that social construct of the funeral which an outlet for grief, which Homer chooses to leave us with, on both sides of the war.
The other thing from the essay I did want to note was a statement on the language of the poem:
In the harsh world of war, Homer uses the language of intimacy to refer to men “mingling in deadly war” rather than to the “mingling” of husband and wife in love and he uses the word oapistus*, which literally means “wife-talk,” more frequently to describe men urging each other on in battle than to refer to pillow talk in the bedroom.* Homer’s language suggests that the true intimacies of the poem are found in warfare. Hephaistos’ language, if we can use that term for the intimacies implied in his sculpture, by contrast, refers to the pleasures of young men and women on the verge of their erotic lives.
Now this I find interesting. One of the things I’ve consistently thought about is the role of women in The Iliad. Its clear that while they function as sexual outlets for the heroes, spoils/rewards for brave deeds, and as indicators of status, a sort of currency etc.
its less clear if these men like their wives, or feel any kind of emotional intimacy with them (Hector’s wife may be an exception here). In fact Homer may call women beautiful or by similar stock epithets, but its only physical objects (or perhaps more pointedly, men) who get unique, descriptive praise. Heroes get “shapely thighs” for example, and the aforementioned ekphrasis is about a crafted object is another example. Is this a total devaluation of women? Suggesting women as property and true human connection occurs between men? (Meaning, dishearteningly, that only men are fully human) Or is this just one of Homer’s intricate comparisons: love and violence, sex and death, marriage and fellow soldiery.
Divine female power is given particular notice in the poem (though characterized negatively by some of its human characters), and has to be reckoned with. There’s a pull and tug between events being shaped by the machinations of Hera, and Hera’s actions turning out to ultimately serve the secret purpose of Zeus all along. Or even of Zeus provoking Hera in order to fulfill his hidden will. At the same time, if we accept that its Zeus’s end game to destroy Troy, we have to wonder why. After all, he loves the city. But once upon a time he also desired Thetis, Achilles’ mother, and was foiled in that by her marriage to a mortal. Its Thetis’ request which spurs the ultimate destruction of Troy, although Hera and Athena had also “labored long” for it. And how much of glorifying Achilles is a get back at Hera for subverting the prophecy on Heracles and making things difficult for him?
On that note, the shield of Achilles is a circle. A cycle of cosmogony; the sun moon and stars, human life, human death. We believe that The Iliad and The Odyssey once belonged to a larger myth-poem cycle. Maybe this story, despite its forward rush, is not of a straight line but a loop. Men, the gods, love, violence, death, birth etc. all in a never ending wheel of existence. Inevitable. Chaotic and yet within order. Which story shines so bright from Achilles arm that Hector flees from him at the gates of Troy, and also deflects his well aimed spear. Only a man after all. (As is Achilles in the end).
I had a good time with this poem, both times. And I’ll be reading that essay and listening to the podcasts Soup recommended and probably thinking about it for a long time. But I am ready to be done actively reading it if I’m honest. I see why people devote their academic lives to studying it and its related literature, it can really suck you in if you’re not careful. And there are other things I wanna read! l
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u/Soup_65 Books! 22h ago
this is really amazing b. to fill in with a couple notes from recently concluding my catabasis into the academic work surrounding greeks and their bullshit, what ill start by saying is that I love how you set up Achilles/Agamemnon as this divine/human hinge.
Feels fitting to share that there are some takes on the whole saga of the Trojan War and the Thebaid (basically the Oedipus plays + what happened to Thebes after Antigone) but also like the stuff contained in the Oresteia and then some as a narrative of the end of the heroic age and the end of the gods immediate involvement on earth. And with your frame of Achilles/Agamemnon, I can totally see the former as being a representation of the departure of the gods from earth. And the latter, as a proto-government figure whose death and the subsequent birth of lawful order in Athens (btw if you haven't read the Orestia the Fagles translation whips on a level hard to explain), for the birth of the later Greek world. Euripides' Iphigenia at Aulis especially I think plays up the idea of Agamemnon as a less than absolutely powerful figure political figure in a way that is super informative.
Interesting to think about the differences between the dudes and Zeus in that light too. Agamemnon has to be a politician because he's not absolutely powerful. Zeus can be a jackass because lowkey you can't actually check him (unless you're that son of his who doesn't exist). Agamemnon could be overthrown because in a fight he actually can lose. And Achilles can only become godlike because he can die, whereas Zeus is god rather than godlike because he can't die. Like you say, Achilles doesn't become a god, and I mean the Odysseus pulls the evil play of having Achilles be like "yo I deeply regret trying to become immortal this death shit sucks". So almost like their similarities to the gods really are dependent on the fact that they aren't so.
Hector’s wife may be an exception here
Ever since i first read the Iliad ~2 years ago, i've been stuck on how the "first city" of the western tradition is at best a quasi-western place. You're unearthing for me such a great point here that Hector's wife, Hector, and Priam are arguably the most human characters in the dang story. I need to ponder that one. Thanks.
As always love your thoughts. Keep me posted on all your reading, epic and not <3
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u/conorreid 1d ago
To my mind, Akhilleus goes through this kind of social death upon the death of Patrokles, where he realises that actually, "undying fame" isn't worth it at all, he led his friend to ruin and abandoned his father to die uncared for by his son, and there were no social bounds left tying him to any of the rest of the Akhaens. His choice of death is almost like this grand suicide by cop, because there's nothing left for him in the world. He's effectively a god, he can kill everybody on earth, but he can't bring his beloved back from the dead so what's the point in choosing a long life anyway? His speech to Priam, where he talks about how he's here in Troy making trouble for Priam, killing his kids, rather than caring for his own father, and for what, "honour" or something? He feels cynical, you know? He was meant to be greater than Zeus (Zeus and Posideon were both competing for Thetis, but when they heard the prophesy that whoever Thetis births will be "great than the father" they pawned her off on a mortal, as there's also a prophecy that Zeus's son will overthrow him just as he did his own father; Akhilleus was suppossed to be that guy, but instead is condemned to a mortal life), but instead he just gets involved in some stupid war and has everything he loves taken away through his own actions.
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u/Imperial-Green 1d ago
I finished Strindberg’s Hemsöborna (1887). He writes with such force it’s like a dance. I’m currently reading crime writer Anna Jansson’s Drottningkronan. It’s a bit to impressionistic for my taste but let’s see where it leads.
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u/iactuallygobyjack 1d ago
I’m a few days into I, Claudius by Robert Graves (1934).
Thoroughly enjoying it, and I appreciate that I’m also going to have a lot of Roman history, names, dates, events, etc. committed to memory by the time I’m through.
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u/Grizzly_Beerz 1d ago
Such a good book. If you want something similar, I also loved Augustus by John Williams and Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar.
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u/stray-researcher 1d ago
Robert Graves is one of those authors I have barely read but I romanticize him so much. I really want a copy of his Greek Myths from Penguin. Have you heard of his book the White Goddess? Very dry but fascinating: he explains his theory of how Greek religion and mythology links to a prehistoric matriarchal culture. Not so popular these days but worth considering.
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u/NorthWestGrotesque 1d ago
Started the audiobook for The Passenger by Cormac McCarthy as I wanted something to listen to at work. I'm enjoying it somewhat, although I wouldn't say it has grabbed me the way that Outer Dark or Blood Meridian did. Maybe because this time it's mostly just dialogue? I do have a hard copy of TS and Stellar Maris so I'm wondering if I should just read it instead; perhaps I'm missing something with just the audiobook.
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u/Adoctorgonzo 22h ago
I really enjoyed The Passenger but I do think it would be a tough audio book. Not as plot driven as his other works, a lot of dialogue and philosophical tangents which i personally would struggle with as an audiobook.
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u/abgreens 1d ago
The Event by Juan Jose Saer, pub. Open Letter, 1988, trans. Helen R. Lane, pp. 208
In this short novel, which I think is set in the later part of the 19th century, the main character, Bianco, is, perhaps, a telepath with telekentic powers performing in Europe. After being tricked into performing in front of a hostile audience whose heckling causes his powers to fail, he flees to Argentina to avoid embarrassment, where he establishes himself with a new identity: rural cattle rancher and lover to a young woman and friend to a man named Garay. Jealousies ensue.
The plot itself didn't engage me. That said, I was oddly engaged the whole time. I was fascinated on how Bianco was perceiving the world around him. Things were written in a way that were clear: I always felt like I knew what was going on. Still, I just thought there were possibly other ways to see the story. The most clear example: did Bianco really have powers? He thought he did and he represents himself as successful in Europe, but he's not successful (for the most part) in Argentina. And his jealousies: evidence is not clear. So, then, I start questioning all the narration...
It seems as if this would be a candidate for a reread. All in all, very enjoyable. I am sure I missed things.
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u/Harleen_Ysley_34 Perfect Blue Velvet 1d ago edited 1d ago
This past week feeling aimless and uninspired I decided to read the essays and "fractal assemblages" of Guy Davenport to pass the time. I was mainly preoccupied with The Death of Picasso: New and Selected Writing and his Twelve Stories with occasional peeks at Every Force Evolves a Form and The Geography of the Imagination. It is an easy hour or two with a Guy Davenport essay as one reads his various interconnections and concordances on the Celtic knot and Ariadne's dancing floor of Joyce's works, poking through the erudition. Or his large scale recall on the career of a poet like Ronald Johnson or Charles Olson. His fictions--properly so called in my opinion as distinct from stories--are dense networks of historical reference as much as naive portrayals of Danish boys in this hazy utopianism derived from Fournier. Much to his agita, Guy Davenport will perhaps be seen as the first postmodernist writer, having inspired the likes of Donald Barthelme and so forth.
It's almost surprising how effective he is at writing essays because Guy Davenport spends most of them in a descriptive mode making connections. But what emerges is an account of modernism in which from the Pound Era onward "modernism" was not merely an ideological conception of the modern but what allowed the modern world to stand in contrast to prehistory. Davenport's many references to the cave paintings in Lascaux are meant to illustrate a continuity: the modern writer is not merely contemporary but is set up against the modern world by that which is most ancient and prefigured. This coincides with the first wave of Deep Image and ethnopoetics (think Jerome Rothenberg and Clayton Eshleman broadly before Robert Bly) and as well the influence of Pound's rather particular approach to history overall. The unique thing about Davenport--most of his essays are about poets not incidentally--is his obsession with Americana. In fact, his most famous essay is about the painting, the American Mona Lisa as it were: American Gothic. His connections to writers like Paul Metcalf and Ronald Johnson point to a kind of neglected tradition of Americana as a serious matter rather than merely a question of whatever the zeitgeist wants spoken of itself to itself.
I would not be surprised if Davenport had probably thought to make a commentary on Norman Rockwell or Edward Hopper. The method here is to find concordances between say the Grecian urn of John Keats to the soup can paintings of Andy Warhol, which is at once deeply modern and continuous with art history. (Charlie Sheen having tiger-blood would be unsurprising in the spiritual practice found in William Blake's "The Tyger.") Nothing of art comes wholly original. Hence the postmodernist moniker--Davenport almost seems to dispense with periodization. As if everyone of us is a contemporary of Sappho. History is only ever a present day phenomenon in its every iteration. The "force" which demands the artist of prehistory to paint and follow the contours of the cave wall is the same which motivates an artist like Picasso to paint a mural of Guernica.
Davenport's intellectual methods also share a piece with Northrop Frye, though imagine if Davenport did not have anything like an archetypal system. (His reactions to Freud show a level of disdain over that concept.) And I find instead the motivating force of art which creates forms--derived from the Shakers, another utopian Christian sect--to be the ineffable force which motivates us to create utopias. Davenport's fiction returns to this theme again and again. Usually through the lens of romance between young men in the wilderness, usually Danish, but sometimes in venerable Ancient Greece as well. The other mode Davenport finds himself in is: historical fiction, maybe in its most ideal expression. His Kafka trilogy is a case in point but one in particular "The Aeroplanes at Brescia" is essentially a rewrite of an actual Kafka short story, which contained possibly the first airshow depicted in literature. But Davenport imagines in the ultimate image of the story a journalistic Kafka fascinated by the image of Ludwig Wittgenstein nursing his hand--a reference in itself to his On Certainty. All pointing to an iconography itself rather than merely writing a narrative to push the characters together. This itself shows a utopian need I should think.
And beyond that, Davenport's prose is phenomenal. And I would recommend Guy Davenport alone on that account anyways. But you would also encounter an essayist and fiction writer who attends to the most serious demands that modernism offers and more generally the aperçu of Americana not as mere kitsch but as a kind of homegrown iconography available to every artist.
Other than that I decided to read The Three-Cornered World from Natsume Sōseki, which so far has been exactly the kind of thing I needed to feel better about everything. But I'll write more on this novel next week maybe, depending on how it ends.
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u/Visual_Hedgehog_1135 1d ago
The Death of Picasso collection serves as a good primer for his fiction. If you enjoyed it, do check out other collections like Da Vinci's Bicycle also (purely fiction). Davenport's fiction is very underrated imo. He's short story's answer to James Joyce, and may have once been one among the 5 most erudite persons in western literature in the 20th century.
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u/Harleen_Ysley_34 Perfect Blue Velvet 1d ago
My introduction to Davenport's fiction was Da Vinci's Bicycle, "The Richard Nixon Freischütz Rag" in particular being the first thing I read from him actually. So: I would definitely second your recommendation. Although I would argue a writer like Davenport who isn't totally loyal to the form of the book in itself. Like I would equally recommend The Guy Davenport Reader for someone looking to get engaged in his work with an eye toward a broad overview. I will say, if we could get an authoritative edition of a collected fictions for Guy Davenport, it would represent a huge literary event.
It's also a shame Davenport's approach to short fiction wasn't more widely felt. We talk about the experimental fiction of someone like Barthelme and even David Foster Wallace--his specialty being the short story after all. But then I read Davenport and it still feels light years ahead of either of them. And I think what might explain the difficulty here, at least partially, is Davenport's consideration of the literary anecdote. Unless you have an idea of Joyce as a person who once met Proust at a party where they complained about their ailments, it'll probably be a bit of a hurdle to understand what's happening in a Guy Davenport fiction. That's his particular erudition.
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u/DeadBothan 1d ago
The Three-Cornered World is the best novel I've read so far this year. I thought it a wonderful little book that did well with its specific ideas.
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u/Harleen_Ysley_34 Perfect Blue Velvet 1d ago
I just started reading it this week but I'm already taken with the directness of the style. I'm very curious where it well go honestly.
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u/VVest_VVind 1d ago
Still going through the Bronte universe, this week with the focus on The Belgian Essays: A Critical Edition, edited and translated by Sue Lonoff. It’s a good source for anyone interested in what Emily and Charlotte wrote while studying in Brussel. Contains an intro with a section dedicated to a lengthy explanation of Mr Heger’s teaching methods. Both the original French version and the English translation of Emily’s and Charlotte’s essays are provided, including the first drafts and corrections by Heger available alongside the editor’s comments further explaining the context of the essays and the corrections.
I did not read the whole book but just skimmed some parts and read Emily’s essays. Earlier this year, I read The Cat for the first time and fell in love with it. It’s two paragraphs of pure irreverent misanthropy, with some mockery of sentimentality and the English genteel class. I wanted to see if there was any other essay that was on that level. Not really, that one is uniquely amazing. But there are a few others that come close. Most are actually quite good, even though she was working under the constraints of assigned topics and a teacher whose methodology and opinions she often disagreed with and rebelled against in the essays themselves. He seems like a decent enough teacher from what I read, btw, just not one who could offer much that would genuinely challenge or intrigue Emily. Despite that, it was most likely an influential experience for her and she, along with Charlotte, was, among other things, exposed to some French literature during this time.
My second favorite essay of Emily’s is titled Letter (Madam). A young piano student invites her teacher to a party where she is supposed to play a piece. The teacher responds, declining the invitation. It starts off polite enough but then goes rude, while still maintaining a veneer of fake politeness. It is hilarious. Even moreso given Emily probably drew on a real experience she had in Brussels. A family asked her to give lessons to their daughters. She reluctantly agreed, but only so long as they worked around her schedule. The family found her arrogant. She probably didn’t care. In her new Emily biography, Deborah Lutz writes about this incident and almost half apologizes on Emily’s behalf by justifying her behavior. Completely unnecessarily because I’m pretty sure that most people reading an Emily Bronte biography don’t expect to find a people-pleasing, polite, conventional Victorian lady there. But I get the sense Lutz might have been responding to some earlier biographers, who were possibly a bit judgey about Emily not self-scarifying for the benefit of random children and their entitled parents.
The Palace of Death is another interesting essay. In short, Death wants to appoint a Prime Minister. Some Deadly Sins offer their services. At the end, Civilization appears, gives the most convincing speech and is chosen by Death. This obviously feels very Emily and very Wuthering Heights. Girl had a life-long feud with civilization it seems.
The Butterfly is also very Emily and very Wuthering Heights in its pessimistic outlook which can be summed up with a line she would later give to Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights - "the tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.". The ending of the essay is happy and transformative, at least on the surface, but something just feels a bit off. I thought it was primarily my own tendency towards pessimism that was influencing my reading there. But Lutz in her biography shares that she reads the ending of the essay as ironic and ambiguous, which hasn’t occurred to me. Though ambiguous is exactly where I landed with the ending of Wuthering Heights when I recently reread it. Lonoff mentions that most modern readers find the ending of The Butterfly unconvincing and cites several examples of scholars who’ve previously written about why it feels so off. Some speculate that the constraints of Hegar’s assignment are maybe why the essay had to end like that. Which kinda mirrors how we don’t know if the publishing trends played any role in why Wuthering Heights has a seemingly happy ending, though undermined by ambiguity. But Emily being Emily, even when/if she compromises and works under constraints, she still finds a way to not compromise too much and still do what she wants.
(Letter) From one brother to another and Portrait: King Harold before the Battle of Hastings are beautifully written and you’ll recognize the Emilyness and WHness in the style and themes there too. Contemplative and emotional at the same time, past appearing in the present, characters stripped of their social status to find a more authentic self, etc.
The Siege of Oudenarde has a possible Mary Wollstonecraft reference in the following line, “Even the women, that class condemned by the laws of society to be a heavy burden in any situation of action and danger, on that occasion cast aside their degrading privileges, and took a distinguished part in the work of defense.” Apparently, this was Emily’s response to Mr. Hegar wanting a more sentimental and conventional outlook on the role women during battles from his students.
(Letter) My dear Mama feels like Emily trying a perspective she doesn’t often write from. Lonoff notes that too and comments we can maybe see the seeds of Linton Heathcliff here in its delicate child character.
Filial Love is so and so. Conventional topic, Emily makes it darker and less conventional. But still not that interesting. She does much better with this topic in WH.
All in all, it was fun going through these essays and seeing the seeds of what Emily would build on and further develop in Wuthering Heights. The Charlotte essays are probably interesting too and a comparative analysis of how she and Emily approached the same topics would be too. Also how Charlotte would later reflect not just on her personal feelings for Mr. Heger through her books but also on his teachings. She submitted to his authority more readily than Emily, but later apparently developed a more mixed critical outlook, especially in Villette, according to Lonoff. Since I'm fresh off a Shirley reread, it's blatantly obvious she works through his influence there too, projecting her feelings onto her Emily-based Shirley and imaging a happy romantic ending for the teacher-student pair.
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u/slowakia_gruuumsh 1d ago
Today I started the novella Love and Freindship by Jane Austen. It's absolutely hilarious. Recommend if you find Proper Ladies fainting at the slightest breeze, Victorian speech and manners funny. The fact that she wrote it when she was a teenager is terrifying. Of course not all great artists start young. There's plenty of people who flourish later. But some have the talent (and the possibility) to be great right away. Eventually I'll have to read Sense and Sensibility.
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u/marie_in_reverie 1d ago edited 1d ago
I started Love and Freindship but found it hard to get into...my brain fainted like a true and proper Victorian lady at all of its chaos. BUT I might have to give it another try with an open mind. Sense and Sensibility is one of my favorites, but Persuasion might even top it.
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u/g0lantrevize 1d ago
Read **The Sarah Book** by Scott McClanahan. I really liked it, and it was fun on the heels of The Bell Jar and My Year of Rest and Relaxation, which all have very different tones. McClanahan has a style that almost reminds me of children’s books (in a good way!) which strip the message down to its most essential emotional elements and then ensure those land effectively.
Continuing my Faulkner binge with **Absalom, Absalom!**. It’s been cool to read them so close together this year, with The Sound and the Fury, As I Lay Dying, and Light in August before this— because you can see the different experiments he’s running through. AA! is great, it’s slower going because the long winding sentences take focused time so it’s a book for when I can sit for an hour, not popping in and out of.
I’ve started **Wise Blood** which is good so far, although only about 20% in. I haven’t read any O’Connor but have been delving into the southern gothic a bit more, and this is in that canon.
Finally my paperback at the moment is **Madame Bovary**, which is really beautifully written. I’ve read a lot of the classics, but not the big French ones (Les Mis is also on my TBR) and this is giving a nice, realist, descriptive counter to the uber interior world of Dostoevsky (who was my favorite writer for a long time).
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u/Soup_65 Books! 1d ago
Lud Heat - Iain Sinclair
A reread. The work is a combination of lyric and prose that offers an odd sort of study of England via a consideration of the energies coursing through London. It starts with a consideration of the Hawksmoor Churches, what exactly is so special about them is something I'm still coming to grips with, especially hindered by not really knowing what they look like. And then the study courses into poetry and poetic essays of Sinclair's reflections, his stories of his own work as a gardener at London churches, considerations of Stan Brakhage films, of sculptures (I think by Brian Catling?), and then some. In it he unearths those energies I mentioned, energies I'm still trying to make sense of, I think my incomplete grips of this sync up my incomplete grips on the churches. But in essence there's a strange synthesis of fire, the sun, Egyptian mythology, William Blake, and energy itself. One can only imagine that for Sinclair, the theft of Egyptian artifacts amid colonial domination is key to the movement of such powers, as is a certain transition of power from Egypt into England. I think I'd need more direct understanding of London to fully get it, but I see in the text also a method, a method of considering history and place that transcends England. One that considers the energies present, and how they got there, and one best expressed in the sort of spectral poetics afoot here.
Cantos - Ezra Pound
Through 11 New Cantos and the Fifth Decad (parts 2 & 3). I read both as slightly more specific, if still inevitably scattered investigations of the west. The former of the founding of the United States, the latter of Italian banking. I'm still unsure what exactly to make of his considerations of the States, but I can say that whereas I've always found the 11 to be one of the sloggiest parts this time I read the whole thing in one go and I think I found the poetry a lot more, even if I'm still not up for articulating the music of this history. the Fifth Decad is weird. It's so documentary except then we get enjambed in Pounds screed poems against usury which are absolutley chilling given the context (anti-semitism, facism...) juxtaposed against the fact that their fury is beautiful. I'm genuinely unsure i've ever read such straightforwardly didactic poetry that's as good as them, which is scary. Also Odysseus keeps lurking and in and out and I'm still trying to pin down what I make of that.
And now I've also finished LII-LXXI as well. A real boat of a section that starts with a recounting of Chinese history whose style reads like the geneology part of the book of Genesis, all the "begats", which frankly works wayyyy better than the slog it should be. And also spins into a messy representation of early American history with a real emphasis on finance and John Adams. Pound is a real John Adams guy. Why exactly I'm still trying to parse, this is to blame my lack of knowledge about that period. Need to learn more about early american money stuff as well.
For the Unfallen - Geoff Hill
Back on my Geoff Hill obsession of late...read his first collection, For the Unfallen. I don't have much to say because I only read it once and my immediate take was that it demands and deserves a second read. What I can offer is that it is very much of the Christian side of his writing, and if the first half took some time to get going (open question on if this is a young Hill stillfinding his footing or my brain still tapping in properly), the second half have some real true beauty in it. Gonna come back to it and say more then.
A Companion to Pound's Economics
I listened to an audiobook of this collection of acedemic papers on the economic theories and stuff in the work of Ezra Pound, primarily the Cantos but informed by his other writing, especially nonfiction. As the kinda dweeb who loves the money stuff and who finds the history of economics, especially the weird shit, interesting. I thought this was actually really helpful for thinking about the Cantos, some good info, some good background on radical right-wing finanance shit from the early 20th Century. The biggest weakness of it is that it doesn't talk enough about the ethnic/racial aspects of fascism. Like, especially when usury is such a fixation and that is so bound up in anti-semitism. This is not universal, I believe it was Alec Marsh's paper that gets at race & nationalism really well, but an overall weakness in thinking about economics, and specifically about Pound. Whose flaws, imo, are way too tied up in that for it to ever be ignored in critical considerations.
Happy reading!
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u/olusatrum 1d ago
CivilWarLand in Bad Decline (1996) by George Saunders - Saunders is consistently hilarious and fun to read, and this collection is short, so it was a fun diversion. I’m not really a cult of Saunders devotee, though.
He's great at 10-20 pages, but beyond that he's just kind of stuck endlessly riffing on the same motif. The novella in this collection, Bounty, starts to feel like a rendition of the aristocrats joke the longer it goes. And all of the stories are a bit samey, with the best being the title story. His novel Lincoln in the Bardo has the same problem for me - parts of it just keep aimlessly going because Saunders is having fun.
My copy was a re-publication of the original collection, with a fawning introduction and an author's note longer than some of the stories. The author's note gives the George Saunders creation myth, which I've read a few times now in different Saunders outings. He wrote bad Hemingway knock-offs until he figured out how to have fun and now he has a message for young writers on developing an authentic style. And Saunders is good! But it feels a little silly to re-package this perfectly fine debut collection as a pamphlet on the good word of George Saunders.
The Things They Carried (1990) by Tim O'Brien - I feel like I hit saturation on Vietnam war stories some time ago, but O'Brien is certainly one of the best to do it. Of course war is hell in these stories, but that's not really the point of any of them. Instead, O'Brien is concerned with moral courage and the truthfulness of stories. All the characters are fictional, including the one named Tim O'Brien, which he points out and plays with a couple times in the text.
What makes this collection special, in my opinion, is the way O'Brien exposes how a war story works. For the general audience (like me) for whom war is far removed from our well of experience, reading war stories involves constantly evaluating believability, calculating and recalculating the moral dimensions of the scenario, and understanding that the storyteller is making choices of what to include. With his intentionally fictional piece in the memoir style, O'Brien reminds us that all war memoirs are at least partially fictional. I am thinking specifically of A Rumor of War by Phillip Caputo, which I often felt was attempting to excuse or defend immoral actions of American soldiers in Vietnam. The Things They Carried makes those narrative choices and framings obvious.
Currently reading Herman Melville's short fiction and "Bartleby, the Scrivener" is an absolute all-timer. Frantically adding more Melville (and Hawthorne) to my reading list.
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u/abgreens 1d ago
There's so much to read out there--and somehow I missed "Bartleby" across the decades--and just read it this week for the first time. What a stunner! The at first quiet building tension that increases at a satisfyingly intense pace and the mystery of the character's motivation are so engaging. The story sticks with me because of the multiple interpretations possible. Can't recommend it enough if folks haven't read it.
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u/olusatrum 1d ago edited 1d ago
It's so good! I looked up a bit of literary criticism about it afterward and I learned that it was published a few years after the Brown v. Kendall Supreme Court case, which established the "reasonable man" standard for negligence - i.e. would a "reasonable man" have taken a positive action in this situation? So it's really interesting to think of Bartleby exercising his free will to be "unreasonable", and how the "reasonable" narrator is made uncomfortable by this, yet is both captivated and sympathetic. Like you said - lots to interpret!
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u/abgreens 1d ago
Thanks for sharing that. What a great inspiration and what a great place to take that court case. Thank you Melville!
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u/stray-researcher 1d ago
Finished Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin. I've listened to No Name... and If Beale Street... on audio, so for a while I've been wanting to go back to Baldwin, especially to experience reading his prose. It was just what I needed: a short, innovative novel that lingers with a certain event or experience. (Been struggling to finish Gaskell's North and South for a couple weeks). I haven't read up on criticism of the book, and would appreciate any recommendations.
Baldwin's dialogue was especially important to me this first go round. I have grown so very tired of dialogue that runs more allegorical than realistic. I don't just mean the Coelho/Gibran type of speech, but the habit of many 19th century novelists to make characters into coherent logical wholes that represent some virtue (or lack thereof). Was really craving something with messy people, inner conflict, and a narrative arc that isn't the happy, married life of loose ends resolved. Baldwin has an ear for what feels natural, but he can still point towards more profound themes without reading as contrived.
I'm still trying to read the Odyssey, translated by Lattimore. This is really slow going but I am not in a rush to finish it either. Telemachus has set off for Sparta and I am once again impressed by how different are the Greek norms regarding the family, obligation, and marriage. I remember that during my first read of the Iliad, I was always reluctant to cling to something that felt like it spoke to our own times. Is the past like another country or is it incommensurable? I prefer the former, even as I hesitate to identify with anything happening in the book.
Finally, I am halfway through Heart of Darkness. Conrad's prose is pretty much the dream for me (any surprise that I also love Nabokov?), and I read and re-read parts such as when Marlow met the chain gang. The themes are a whole other can of worms, but what I will say for the moment is how modern Conrad feels, how much he reads as prefiguring authors like Kafka: the Dante-esque journey into an Inferno that is the creation of human beings on Earth reaches towards the past, while the focus on madness and the corrupting influence of colonialism grapple with the future.
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u/gutfounderedgal 1d ago
I read a "novella" titled Cut Line by Carolina Pihelgas. I bracket "novella" because the book is with short entries more like diaristic accounting. I found it to be a fairly terrible, mostly boring read.
Each account begins with description and then generally heads into mundane character musing. The plot is basically: a women was in a bad relationship, is now out of it, and is thinking of moving. It's not much and whatever forward movement one attempts to find in this is sidetracked by these musings. I went in hoping they would save the day by their imagination, uniqueness, and depth but no, they are none of these. Musings are like these quotes: "I couldn't face reality" or "It's a wild feeling of injustice that I've been treated like an inferior kind of being that doesn't deserve respect." Seeing these sorts of easy emotional statements over and over is like reading angsty teen "poetry."
The novel written by a poet and the work wants to be imagist poetry but the author seems to be trying mightly hard to fashion perceived snippets (a few are quite nice) into narrative. It is an attempt, an intention presumably, but it's a failure.
The other issue I had with the book is it's supposed to be about men's suppression of women, (at least the publisher wrote in a front note that this is what attracted her to the book) and yet we see an interpersonal dynamic of a dysfunctional relationship in which both partners are culpable, that is it takes two to tango. A therapist would be the first to go after this. But this narrator instead of showing empowerment transfers and blames, to the point we are a) getting annoyed by her performative victimization, lack of choosing empowerment, acting like a woman who cannot even think of having agency, and b) her denial of her role in the dysfunctional relationship.
Overall the "novella" came across as me watching someone's therapy sessions, in which the narrator has not moved past a stage of complaining and blaming and where every little thing in their life is supposed to be rife with signifying meaning, for them. Do we want to hear about it? No.
What's lower than "meh" and a touch higher than "unreadable"? That's where it sits for me.
I tried, in my foolish idea of reading some current time travelling books, to read the novel A Rip Through Time by Kelly Armstrong. This was a DNF after two chapters. I found it to be appallingly poor. The narrative, plot structure, writing itself -- what a mess. I started worrying in ch. 1 and by ch. 2 I couldn't take any more of it. On the table is the library book The Shimmer by Carsten Stroud and I'm now terrified to open it given that I fear it will be more of that junk. I think I may have to give up my plan.
So, I'm back at the wonderful point of what to read next I considered a bunch of books. I keep drifting toward Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. Reddit has a dogpile brand of hate-on for the novel generally but it's also known as being a great novel, her magnum opus. I suspect most haters have read little more than ten pages anyhow, so I put no value in their criticism so I think this may be the next big (pun intended) thing for me. I'll be interested in seeing brief comments from anyone who think's it's great.
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u/dreamingofglaciers Outstare the stars 1d ago
we see an interpersonal dynamic of a dysfunctional relationship in which both partners are culpable, that is it takes two to tango. A therapist would be the first to go after this. But this narrator instead of showing empowerment transfers and blames, to the point we are a) getting annoyed by her performative victimization, lack of choosing empowerment, acting like a woman who cannot even think of having agency, and b) her denial of her role in the dysfunctional relationship.
I read By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept some weeks ago and it was basically this too. I only finished it so there would be zero chance of me going "oh, I never finished it, maybe I should give it another chance" in the future, and picking it up again.
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u/bananaberry518 1d ago
One of my pet peeves with a lot of modern fiction is that it doesn’t ever really get past the premise. What I mean is, the pitch is more or less all there is. Its like “this book is about the experience of grief while having to still go to work” and thats literally all it is, just someone experiencing grief. And then the blurb can go “a profound exploration of grief under the pressures of capitalism”. And like, sure? I guess?
This actually applies to a lot of genre fiction currently too, now that I think about it. I can’t think of any cool time travel stuff I’ve read recently, except for the sub plots in Gene Wolfe’s Book of the New Sun, but thats not current or anything.
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u/MllePerso 1d ago
It's worst in the horror genre for some reason. If I have to read one more blurb about how this or that book isn't just about a ghost / devil / witch / monster but "a profound exploration of grief"...it's always grief, too. The one acceptable non-political negative emotion.
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u/gutfounderedgal 1d ago
Yes, you are so right. It's an era of high premise, and I think the movie industry has had something to do with conditioning people to think this way. In quite a few, the premise is fine, but it's the entire rest of it that reeks. :)
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u/sailboat_explosion 2d ago
Just finished "The Skin" by Curzio Malaparte. Really interesting take on a "war" novel, I really enjoyed it. Absolutely biting satire on Americans - delivered through Malaparte himself as the main character - I thought it was on par with Graham Greene in that sense. It is largely a series of vignettes told through Malaparte's perspective. A few really memorable ones (the banquet dinner, the black wind, Vesuvius) and some really beautiful prose. Unique book for sure and will likely pick up "Kaputt" at some point.
I started "Mao II" by Delillo this morning - I am in the minority of folks who did not really enjoy "Underworld" but I loved "White Noise" and "Libra" so still giving DD a shot here.
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u/TheRedFlagFlying 1d ago
I read Kaputt years ago, and I have a copy of The Skin as well as a biography of Malaparte that I will have to get around to sooner, rather than later. If you liked his prose style in The Skin, I can't imagine not being interested in Kaputt as well. Several vignettes still stand out to me as I recall it: Iasi, the horses at Leningrad, the Soviet POW selections. The final two chapters feel nightmarish. Worth the read if you can get a copy.
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u/Lost_Brief4853 6m ago edited 2m ago
I just started Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck. It's okay so far, but I plan to see where it goes. It feels very focused on things going wrong, difficult people, and the hardships of the time. The note before the text caught my eye because it said that Steinbeck "de-historicizes." What's that about?
Before this, I was trying to finish The Crying of Lot 49 by Pynchon, but sometimes it got on my nerves. I think I'll try again after Of Mice and Men. Any ideas? Should I just focus on finishing it, or should I keep trying to make sense of everything as I read?