Tagged: Long reads

Lit rec #211: Trilogy without much of a plot but beautiful mesmerizing passages. What it means to love literature (2002).

A few overdrawn passages but the beautiful build-ups and conversational motifs are incredible. YOUR FACE TOMORROW by Javiar Marias.



Lit rec #210: “Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.” (1994)

That well, the soldiers, the strange teenage neighbor, and of course cats! A bible of sorts. WIND-UP BIRD CHRONICLE by Haruki Murakami


Lit rec #100: “Many years had elapsed during which nothing of Combray, save what was comprised in the theatre and the drama of my going to bed there, had any existence for me, when one day in winter, as I came home, my mother, seeing that I was cold, offered me some tea, a thing I did not ordinarily take. I declined at first, and then, for no particular reason, changed my mind. She sent out for one of those short, plump little cakes called ’petites madeleines,’ which look as though they had been moulded in the fluted scallop of a pilgrim’s shell. And soon, mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory–this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me, it was myself. I had ceased now to feel mediocre…” (1913).

The whole shebang really, but you can read vol. 1 as a stand-alone.The madeleine, his mother. SWANN’S WAY by Marcel Proust, aka Vol. 1.