This book by Yahia Lababidi is a collection of aphorisms throughout decades. The style of aphorisms is elegant, thoughtful and well categorised. Some of them dealt with the modern life — social media, phones, etc. Some of them are about the most basic and common traits that we human beings still retain. Sometimes people forget that.
All kinds of “intimations” were forced upon us during the global epidemic, Zadie Smith collects them, ponders them, delves into them. I suppose “intimation” could only be enjoyable while it is voluntary, certainly not the case in Quarantine.
This is a big volume. Having been on and off for the book, I finally finished. The title is attracting, at least for me. It has some sort of intellectual quality that appeals to me […]
Bought this book three years ago, much later than I heard this book (Slaughterhouse 5). I’ve read Vonnegut’s other books in translation, much earlier, but what only remains is “his attitude”, which later on I […]
I’m not a person of musical talent, but Milan Kundera’s work does gave me a sense of “reprise” as he once mentioned. I’m very fond of the seven chapter structure as always, and his way […]
Ramon stopped in front of a suntanned, appealing adolescent, naked under his shorts, who was selling masks of the faces of Balzac, Berlioz, Hugo, Dumas. –Milan Kundera The Festival of Insignificance p.5 A cup of […]
There are books that are not as well-written as its book review. This could be one. I found this book in a search of Susan Sontag’s pilgrimage, after read New Yorker’s book review on this […]