The description [in Minima Moralia] of a short-order cook in a place like Teddy’s Cafe, as ‘a juggler with fried-eggs’ is Nabokovian, though in addition to seeing the cook as a juggler Nabokov would probably have put a spin on the eggs too. I thought of this as I made a note in my notebook...- Geoff Dyer
Showing posts with label notebooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label notebooks. Show all posts
Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Books I've actually finished lately:113
Saturday, 21 November 2015
In defence of Moleskines
I use Moleskine notebooks, not because they’re any better than the alternatives, but because they make me feel like a proper writer, and not some inadequately-medicated schizophrenic, taking dictation from the mad voices jabbering in his head. Which, at times, is what the writer’s life is like.- Anthony McGowan, on his website
Valid logic. But let the record reflect, though, that I fundamentally disagree.
Labels:
Anthony McGowan,
finance,
Moleskine,
notebooks,
Quoted Matter,
The writer's life
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Priorities
I do not mind lying, but I hate inaccuracy.- Samuel Butler, Note-Books
Labels:
(il)literacy,
notebooks,
Quoted Matter,
Samuel Butler,
Typos
Monday, 4 June 2012
Shame!
Luke looked across at a young man busy writing in a notebook and felt sorry for him: he had only his book for company - even his coffee-cup was empty.- Dyer, Paris Trance
Labels:
coffee,
Geoff Dyer,
notebooks,
Paris,
Quoted Matter,
The writer's life
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Handwriting
If indeed, as Auden claimed, a poet's own handwriting is enjoyed 'like smelling your own farts' then a brief inspection of my notebooks would suggest that I have followed through a little.
Friday, 14 October 2011
The truth about notebooks
by Charles Simic, of the New York Review (of Books) blog.
Except for the bit about Moleskines. Still with that shit? You know you can buy a book with words in for less than a Moleskine?!
Except for the bit about Moleskines. Still with that shit? You know you can buy a book with words in for less than a Moleskine?!
Labels:
Charles Simic,
Moleskine,
notebooks,
NYRB,
The writer's life
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