Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Books I've actually finished lately:113























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

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

(Audio)Books I've actually finished lately: 112


Particularly enjoyed: the chapters about the literary festival and the Irish post-apocalypse.

Particularly did not enjoy: the sub-melodious sub-verbiaging of our (sub-ostensible) sub-future.

Monday, 22 February 2016

Distant Eco

In the light of the sad passing of Umberto Eco, I am tickled to discover - turning, for the first time, to the opening pages of The Name of the Rose - that the 'missing' manuscript on which Eco's first and still most famous novel is entirely predicated is only missing because a woman 'he' was sleeping with ran off with it.

The Night Manager

A nice touch in last night's adaptation of Le Carré's The Night Manager.

Following a misadventure in Cairo (involving, somewhat predictably, a woman, an arms dealer, and Her Majesty's Government) British-Army-officer-turned-hotelier Jonathan Pine is now four years into a seemingly self-imposed exile in Switzerland, living quietly in a sparsely-furnished bunker building near his new employment, in Zermatt.

Motivated by unfolding events, he decides to renew his contact with a government agency in 'Victoria, London', and hurries home from work to dig out their phone number. He finds it tucked inside a copy of The Letters of TE Lawrence (ed. David Garnett), at the page headed
THE YEARS OF HIDE AND SEEK: 1922 - 1929
thereby nicely tying together themes of personal mortification, (unsuccessful) reclusiveness, and - Le Carré's go-to narrative device - damn-fool heroics by not-quite-upper-middle 'English' military types interfering in things they don't understand and which they cannot possibly hope to control.

I wasn't able to make out a lot of Pine's remaining bookshelf; but it did also contain The Dynasts and, of course, Seven Pillars of Wisdom.

Monday, 15 February 2016

Against my ruins

Two extracts from the Lonely Planet's Sri Lanka: a travel survival kit (3rd ed. 1987; security updates c.1990):
If you like ruins you'll find your fill in the ancient cities of Anuradhapura and Polonnaruwa.
- 'Introduction' [first full page of text]
There are no places of interest unless you are interested in photographing ruins.
- STOP PRESS [last full page of text]

The (Sports)Writer's Life

Dolled-up women prefer to have their bottoms pinched by international cricketers and not by those who write about them.
- Shehan Karunatilaka, Chinaman

Thursday, 11 February 2016

Allow myself to introduce...

An introduction is a temptation: it can turn so easily into a self-justifying exercise...
- Shiva Naipaul, North of South ('Introduction')

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Theory of knowledge

FRENCH TEACHER*: Seven across: 'revered philosopher'.
PE TEACHER: Clarkson.
- Big School

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* Don't bother...

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Coldplay lyrics...

can make me wish I didn't understand English.
- Jon Pareles, in The New York Times

(cf. almost every opera libretto ever.)

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I am trying to convey that Saint-Exupéry, by the very nature of his conception of literature, is not essentially a man of letters. He is a man of action for whom action is not enough, because he has realized that action in itself means nothing; a technician who thinks as much of the dangers as of the uses of technology; a warrior who is not convinced of the value of courage or obedience. Still less is he a littérateur. His profession demands great care, rigor and vigilance; it entails a commitment that goes beyond mere words and involves the whole person.
- Charles-Henri Favrod

(Necrophiliac) Californication

John Niven writes for Esquire about life in screenwriting and Hollywood.

Books I've actually finished lately: 110

Inattendance

TOBY ZIEGLER: Was there any press there tonight?
ACADEMIC: For a poetry lecture...?
- The West Wing, 3;17