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My answers to a questionairre recently given to me by a friend

A friend is writing a blog post about peoples’ favorite books. I am going to repost her questions and my answers here because I am short on time to write today’s post If you could please provide your favorite: 1. Book you could read over and over and over again. 2. Book from your childhood […]

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Nicholas Nickleby, Proust…other stuff

So I’ve been reading Les Miserables (the novel by Victor Hugo) for the past few days. And, since it is hellaciously long (like…War and Peace long), that means I’ve kind of been left without books to blog about. Nor do I really have any writing news. I’m writing and stuff… I did finish reading Nicholas […]

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Wrap-Up Season 2011: In Search Of Lost Time

With yesterday’s completion of Finding Time Again, the seventh and final book in Proust’s series, I’ve finally finished a quest that I began way back in February, when I checked out Swann’s Way from the Oakland Library just because I had to check out to two books before my lending privileges would be fully activated […]

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Science-Fictional Moments In Modernist Literature

            So, I just finished reading Proust’s Sodom And Gomorrah. It was really good. And very different from all the other volumes. Actually, every volume has been different from all the other volumes. But instead of talking about how awesome it is to finally see some male homosexuality (Proust got the women out of the […]

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In The Shadow Of Young Girls In Flower

Before I abandoned the series*, one part of Neal Stephenson’s Baroque cycle (apparently) impressed itself in my mind. It’s a part where Daniel Waterhouse tries to explain to Robert Hooke the reason why the public does not consider him to be as great a man as Isaac Newton: “Newton has thought things that no man […]

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How Proust Changed My Life

I just finished reading Swann’s Way*, the first book of Proust’s series of big fat navelgazers (BFNs) Remembrance of Things Past**. This novel was really strange. I’ve never read anything like it. It was also really good. The opening 200 pages (which recount the narrator’s remembrance of his childhood summers spent in the French town […]

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