"Carol LaHines has invented here a compulsively readable and craftily constructed tale of murder and mayhem. Her wonderfully original unreliable narrator tells a story that will make you laugh and cry and perhaps remember Humbert Humbert in Lolita" https://t.co/oQncXjQIkj
“We have to rediscover, to reapprehend, to make ourselves fully aware of that reality… which is, quite simply, our life. Real life, life at last laid bare and illuminated—the only life in consequence which can be said to be really lived—is literature.”
— Proust, Time Regained
@DBastardette I don’t like how she advocates for adoption as the morally superior alternative to surrogacy, as if it too does not involve commodification and exploitation. She should be condemning plenary adoption
@jennybea_101@Liz_Wheeler Exactly. Adoption too involves commodification and exploitation. Plus, genetic bewilderment with no legal right (at least on the adoptee’s part) to nullify the adoption, even as an adult.
Sebald on Nabokov:
“One of Nabokov’s main narrative techniques is to introduce, through barely perceptible nuances and shifts of perspective, an invisible observer—an observer who seems to have a better view not only than the characters in the narrative (1/3)
The longer I live, the more I become convinced that the only thing that matters in literature is the (more or less less irrational) shamanism of a book, i.e. that the writer is first of all an enchanter.
- Nabokov to Edmund Wilson, 27 Nov. 1946
In this strange and difficult world, five-hour operas can still get standing ovations by thousands of people that last for like 15 minutes. Somehow profoundly moving.
“What the really great artists do is they're entirely themselves. They're entirely themselves, they've got their own vision, they have their own way of fracturing reality, and if it's authentic and true, you will feel it in your nerve endings.”
—David Foster Wallace
My latest novel, Miracle Grow of the Mind, is now available for preorder, https://t.co/hizJXsuimn
A parenting saga, a satire about medical bureaucracy, —above all, a moving portrait about parents who are trying to help their developmentally disabled son.
“Infinite Jest” is a masterpiece and a pleasure to read, Hermione Hoby writes. “Perhaps the greatest disjunction between the book’s reputation and its contents lies in the notion that it’s a pretentious slog no one could honestly enjoy.” https://t.co/lUYoAkCVXM