February 2012
3 posts
What drives our interest?
little-mumbles:
Sometimes I connect with a book not because it is particularly clever, or the language is particularly beautiful, but because it expresses its ideas in the same way I would. Even though the language might be clunky and misshapen, it shows me the world the way I see it. Arguably, it is the very strangeness of the language, pointing to its own imperfection, that allows it to...
“…One gathers from this enormous modern literature of confession and...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own