Posts tagged Literature.

There was a big ugly beetle crawling around the office at work today,

and the first thing that popped into my head was, “Oh my gosh! Gregor!

  July 16, 2012 at 12:42am

So I went to BMV today and got some June reading materials :)

  • Fifth Business, Robertson Davies
  • Writing Degree Zero, Roland Barthes
  • Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Sedgwick

A healthy dose of fiction and theory if you ask me. Oh, and I’m also going to get a head start on some books for my fantasy and horror class next semester.

Looks like June is going to be a good month. You know, reading-wise.

  June 05, 2012 at 09:45pm

Magic Realism is not just grown up fantasy. It’s different. I swear. Here’s an article about it.

Magic realism: not fantasy. Sorry.

 Is it in fact just a label used by highfalutin university professors and literary critics to canonize those fantasy novels they like, while simultaneously dismissing “fantasy” as genre crap?

No. Sorry. It’s more complicated than that.

Fantasy magic is systematic: there are rules, if implicit, dictating who can perform it, and what it can do, and how. Distinctions are drawn between magicians and Muggles, enchanted items and normal kitchenware. Magic is extraordinary, supernatural, paranormal—anything but quotidian—and the staggering implications of its existence are explored and illustrated.

  March 10, 2012 at 11:05am
via tor.com

I almost died laughing at the irony of this.

  February 06, 2012 at 05:36pm

All modern art is unpopular… and it is so not accidentally and by chance, but essentially and by fate.

Jose Ortega y Gasset
  July 22, 2011 at 04:13pm

If you listen, you can hear it. The city, it sings. If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the middle of a street, on the roof of a house. It’s the clearest at night, when the sound cuts more sharply across the surface of things, when the song reaches out to a place inside you. It’s a wordless song, for the most, but it’s a song all the same, and nobody hearing it could doubt what it sings. And the song sings the loudest when you pick out each note.

If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things, Jon McGregor
  March 21, 2011 at 04:18am

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Humbert Humbert, Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
  March 18, 2011 at 07:12pm

Karen Solie’s Modern and Normal

The weird machine contraption at the bottom? Makes sense: book is called Modern and Normal.

But what about the fish?

Publisher: What else do you want on the cover of the book?

Solie: A fish.

And that was that.

  March 18, 2011 at 09:36am