Category Archives: Literature

Held It

Posted on September 6, 2017 by

From The Maestro, by Tim Wynne-Jones (1995), where the protagonist has misrepresented who he is: He couldn’t tell her the real story. Anyway, he wanted to hold onto this dream for a bit longer. Like when you walk around in … Continue reading →

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Patmos

Posted on August 25, 2017 by

From The Maestro, by Tim Wynne-Jones (1995), where a world-famous pianist and composer explains his choice to live in rustic isolation: But when I actually came here, I knew what I needed more than health, even more than the quiet, … Continue reading →

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Heading Somewhere

Posted on August 13, 2017 by

In relation to a fourteen year-old boy running away from an abusive father and a familiar hamlet: He was too busy running away to worry yet about where he was going. And it didn’t occur to him, not on that … Continue reading →

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Discovery

Posted on May 1, 2017 by

From Jack Gance by Ward Just (1989): I was attempting to devise novel polling methods. A man’s dark heart was incomprehensible, but his mind was not. A dream was easier to discover than a nightmare.

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Vocabulary

Posted on April 7, 2017 by

From Volume 3 of A Suitable Boy, by Vikram Seth (1993). All these words to learn. Had to read with a pen, to highlight that not known or understood. Partial list, from Volume 3. Longer list, if Volumes 1 and … Continue reading →

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Suffocation

Posted on February 2, 2017 by

From Paris Requiem (2001) by Lisa Appignanesi: He stared out at the courtyard and felt the walls transform themselves into those of a suffocating fortress–a prison of conflicting emotions…

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Tombstone

Posted on December 30, 2016 by

From Paris Requiem by Lisa Appignanesi (2001). At a graveside service: He heard a sob and wondered whether it was his own. He had come a long way to do his grieving… Thought I’d left it at home

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