there is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. i know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence.
adjectives being used. while I understand art is subjective, this is still a prize being awarded to one of many picks. I just wonder what stands out to a panel of judges to unanimously choose something that may be beautiful and striking but not more so than the others... but yay!
not sure if I sound naive or foolish when I say this but I wish more literary prizes were more transparent about their methods for both shortlisting and choosing their winner. not to take away from Flesh, it was just as hypnotic and panoramic and intimate and spare and all the+
Just announced! David Szalay’s Flesh wins the #BookerPrize2025
Tracing the path of a life brought low by outside events, this at once panoramic and intimate novel ranges from communist Hungary to the London of the super-rich: https://t.co/g6ay9IK84f
From the silence of data labs to the loud car revs on the Yas Marina Circuit, every team, every algorithm, every avatar is ready.
This is where performance gets tested -
Not by horsepower, but by intelligence.
Get your tickets here: https://t.co/D3qnG34oRx
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People call Russian literature depressing, but I’ve never read anything more life-affirming. For those who’ve known real darkness, these books are salvation. It’s no exaggeration to say Dostoevsky (especially Brothers Karamazov) literally saved me. And this quote explains why.
What makes Annie Ernaux interesting is that she waits like 40 years to write about her messy and insane feelings with a degree of perspective and remove, always triangulating who she is now in relation to who she was then. Some of you are just saying “here is what I did today”
i was never as good as i always thought i was / but i knew how to dress it up / i was never satisfied, it never let me go / just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show