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luka
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i picked up a couple of iris murdochs in heart foundation for £2 a pop. 30 pages in. peevish, cultivated, underemployed people. it has an independently wealthy woman named Rosa (mother was a Fabian) who inists on working at a factory out of solidarity with the working classes. a familiar figure of fun from mid 20th century novels. i've encountered the same character in novels by Wyndham Lewis and John Cowper Powys. a reassuringly and comfortingly boring book so far (only 30 pages in).
Corpsey
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luka
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It reminds me of a book a friend recommended to me years ago, I didn't get very far and perhaps it's nothing like it
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"summer water" which I read and quite enjoyed was like that too
"She doesn't know which photo to tag on Facebook. This photo of her on the beach in Thailand ten years ago. This photo of her and Harry hugging on the finishing line of the London Marathon. She suspects Harry even then was having the affair. Outside the window, rain falls like regrets."
Sort of thing
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It reminds me of a book a friend recommended to me years ago, I didn't get very far and perhaps it's nothing like it
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things - Wikipedia
"summer water" which I read and quite enjoyed was like that too
"She doesn't know which photo to tag on Facebook. This photo of her on the beach in Thailand ten years ago. This photo of her and Harry hugging on the finishing line of the London Marathon. She suspects Harry even then was having the affair. Outside the window, rain falls like regrets."
Sort of thing
Mr. Tea
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You'll notice they also "don't resist."
Which is funny, considering how famously bolshy leaves can be.
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Been aimlessly flitting between lots of stuff that just made me wonder what the actual point of reading is - just pointless vapid, narcissistic publishing - look at me, I made a book, it’s got no plot and the characters are me and my mates and we’re totally solipsistic but we went to university and can drop names and talk about art and philosophy…just dead stuff. Then I picked up Faulkner’s Light in August which i’d never got round to and it felt like that Television lyric ‘ I saw lightening strike itself’ or something similar. Proper electric writing.
Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely
Baudrillard, The System of Objects
The Chandler has an odd opening. It starts with Marlowe wandering out of some place, seeing this giant of a man force his way into a club, getting dragged in by him and being held up in there along with the staff while this bloke flings the bouncer across the room and shoots the owner. It's 0 - 60 within about two pages.
The Baudrillard kicks off with a typically slick line before getting into a Barthesian attempt at, well, a system of objects...
"Could we classify the luxuriant growth of objects as we do a flora or fauna, complete with tropical and glacial species, sudden mutations, and varieties threatened by extinction?"
Baudrillard, The System of Objects
The Chandler has an odd opening. It starts with Marlowe wandering out of some place, seeing this giant of a man force his way into a club, getting dragged in by him and being held up in there along with the staff while this bloke flings the bouncer across the room and shoots the owner. It's 0 - 60 within about two pages.
The Baudrillard kicks off with a typically slick line before getting into a Barthesian attempt at, well, a system of objects...
"Could we classify the luxuriant growth of objects as we do a flora or fauna, complete with tropical and glacial species, sudden mutations, and varieties threatened by extinction?"