Happy SUNday, everyone. Tell me, what are you reading these days?
I have a very bad habit of reading several books at the same time - state of mood sort of thing.. So I have started 'Ulysses', which I wanted to read for a very long time, since my literature course at the Uni. Then I'm also reading "La Sombra del Viento' by Zafon, Dali's diaries and short stories by Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt.
Is there a book you particularly fancy and can recommend?
I also very much enjoy flipping through albums and coffee table books - I think I'm a very 'visual' type.
Images by Olga
5 comments:
Ohhh Frida Kahlo, me like!!
Beautiful, sensual & poetic, I love your blog!
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Agneta, the swedish one ;)
Hmm let's think...
Oh oh!! I have an idea!! Let's change with eachother a book! It's fun! I'll write you the details... ;)
Hi Olga,
Art books are like an addiction. From Frida Kahlo I love the “Embrace between Universe and Earth”. What am I reading? Well, too many books at the same time, Barthes, Norman Manea, Stefan Zweig, Gunter Grass, and some others that I’m stucked with, and of course, my beloved Nietzsche, maybe my favorite philosopher to whom I have cyclically to get back and read. I hate to say what I’m reading, you know? I’m always afraid that it may sound too presumptuous and I just read for fun. From these books I’d suggest Gunter Grass, “The Cat and the Mouse”. The author is Polish, from Gdansk, and the story is about a teenager group and some overwhelming efforts that one of them does to feel integrated. For me it’s an absolute nonsense we never should try to integrate groups to which we don’t have any affinities. It’s a “tour de force” absolutely ridiculous.But the book is very nice to read. Strong hugs from Portugal and I sincerely hope you are recovering well. TI
Actually, i don't read any more. I was reading books all the time in my past years (i have also written some) but i don't read any more...
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Im reading REBECCA by Daphne Du Maurier. It's incredible the degree to which the story is told from within one woman's sprawling internalization and fragile emotionality. Each page takes tangents of remarkable detail, as if understanding the kind of schizophrenia we all suffer from as a condition of thinking.
Im also reading "DEAF IN JAPAN: Signing and the Politics of Identity" which is a study of Deaf Identity in 20th Century Japan, in terms of the Deaf being a rare example of a minority culture attaining notable means of social mobilization and popular acceptance in that country. Its also a great exploration of the idea of culture itself (something o endless interest to me)
"The World According to Mr. Rogers" has been a nightly staple. And I just picked up an Italian translation of Rome And Juilet (Romeo E Giulietta). No I dont speak italian, but for some reason it feels nice to not know what I am reading... or even better, to be able to vaguely discern what parts of the story I am at.
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