Sure JK Rowling's strength was never her prose but neither was Ben Lerner's, neither was it his astute understanding of people & their motivations, neither his ideas, neither his use of "show, don't tell," neither his depth of characterization, neither his grasp of endings, neith
nothing wrong with consuming schlock. just this evening my kids and i were listening to stravinsky’s uproariously funny and lighthearted comic ballet pulcinella. a trifle, to be sure, compared with his more serious works, and yet a delightful diversion
reading about how Rilke avoided certain acquaintances who could only talk about current events and found it disgusting if someone used “newspaper expressions.” brother do I feel that. he would have vaporized into atoms from repulsion in our internet-poisoned age.
Quisiera decir que Nolan me irrita menos que sus fans, pero su personalidad de salvador de la imagen choca con Jean-Luc Godard, que, entre más viejo, más humilde. Ya al final ni le interesaba comunicarse porque sabía que la imagen no era pronuciamiento, sino materia
annie ernaux escribe sobre su madre: «ya no volveré a oír su voz. es ella, con sus palabras, sus manos, sus gestos, su manera de reír y de caminar, la que unía a la mujer que soy con la niña que fui. perdí el último nexo con el mundo del que salí» me voy a arrancar el corazón