i finish books + yet the pile never shrinks. today’s additions on top. (Taken with instagram)
I was too often trapped in the traffic patterns that Moses had set up in and around New York City, and I was afraid that the knowing of more than was necessary about their provenance might lead to my arrest for having committed a criminal form of road rage.
“In March read the books you’ve always meant to read”
Fantastic vintage literacy posters from the Works Progress Administration, 1939-1941
Il était devenu différent. Tout le monde pouvait le voir. Voir qu’il n’était plus celui qu’on croyait. Lol le regardait, le regardait changer.
Marguerite Duras, Le ravissement de Lol V. Stein
just read.
Jonathan Franzen says eBooks are the worst
My response:
Reading is what’s important, “books” are just the medium. Ebooks are the best thing to happen to reading in centuries. I imagine a world, that when I finish a book, I can let a friend read it with a push of a button or through email. I can read a recommendation, and immediately buy and read that book. I can download thousands of books from the library, for me, my hypothetical children, and family. These things do nothing but encourage reading.
The only that will prevent that literary utopia, are the publishers (and possibly luddite authors).
agreed. i will say that the one thing i find i miss when reading on my kindle is the tactile experience of the page, the paper stock, the font of a real book. those become an intrinsic part of reading a book, and it’s been an adjustment to read everything in the same format. but that’s hardly a disqualifying factor. i’m reading more, and when a book pops into my head it’s simple and quick to get a hold of it. i still live in an apartment filled with (too many) books, but ebooks have been nothing but positive for me.
comelycreatures asked:
I just finished reading "Alva & Irva" by Edward Carey. It was strange and dreamy and surreal and you just might like it if you're looking for a quick read.ooh lovely, I will add it to my list. currently on Norwegian Wood, because winter feels like the right time for some Murakami.
She felt something similar, but worse in a way, about hundreds and hundreds of books she’d read, novels, biographies, occasional books about music and art - she could remember nothing about them at all, so that it seemed rather pointless even to say that she had read them; such claims were a thing people set great store by but she hardly supposed they recalled any more than she did. Sometimes a book persisted as a coloured shadow a the edge of sight, as vague and unrecapturable as something seen in the rain from a passing vehicle: looked directly at it vanished altogether.
Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger’s Child
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
Nora Ephron
(Source: flavorwire.com, via teachingliteracy)
This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.
In 1944 a children’s book club sent a volume about penguins to a 10-year-old girl, enclosing a card seeking her opinion.
She wrote, “This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.”
American diplomat Hugh Gibson called it the finest piece of literary criticism he had ever read.
(via excitementanddisbelief, via fuckyeahbookarts)
(Source: futilitycloset.com, via fuckyeahbookarts)
