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The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
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The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon
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The Life You Save May Be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage by Paul Elie
The Mayor's Tongue by Nathaniel Rich
If You Want to Write: A Book About Art, Independence and Spirit by Brenda Ueland
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GroupsAfrican/African American Literature, Art is Life, Awful Lit., Book reviewers, Books in Books, Booksellers, Brooklynites, Contemporary Fiction, Editors, Researchers, Whatever, English majors! — show all groups
Favorite authorsJames Baldwin, Peter Cameron, Aime Cesaire, Andrei Codrescu, Mary Gaitskill, bell hooks, Edward P. Jones, Kenneth Koch, Lorrie Moore, Toni Morrison, Joyce Carol Oates, Flannery O'Connor, Ishmael Reed, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Gilbert Sorrentino, Mark Twain, Brenda Ueland, David Foster Wallace, Edith Wharton (Shared favorites)
About me As Joan Didion once said, "we tell ourselves [and read] stories in order to live." That said, I wholeheartedly believe in Didion's mantra and try to follow it by reading and writing. So where shall I start? A Haitian-American bookseller/events coordinator who--as cliche as it sounds-- loves the written word. I received two slim pieces of paper called a "B.A." in English (Literature/Writing and Culture concentrations), History (European History concentration) and a minor in French Literature at Louisiana State University; native New Yorker/Brooklyn resident, and Louisiana/Florida transplant; music fanatic and former college-radio disc jockey where I conducted interviews with writers and poets involved with the "Jack Kerouac Writers-In-Residence" project in Orlando, Florida. Short stories and various non-fiction writing are generally considered my bread and butter. I adore writers who employ a miraculous use of language, verbal wordplay (to name a few, non-sequitors, Tom Swifties, Anagrams, Rhymes, Mnemonics, Tongue Twisters, and Palindromes) and humor, while exposing truth and emotion in such an unblinking fashion. I recently joined PEN American Center as an associate member and am still pondering whether a MFA in Fiction is worth the time and effort to continue my writing hunger. Well I suppose I do find value in getting the MFA considering I am "currently" spending time studying for the GRE's. File Under: B-O-R-I-N-G
"As grace and nature have been separated, so imagination and reason have been separated, and this always means an end to art. The artist uses his reason to discover an answering reason in everything he sees. For him, to be reasonable is to find, in the object, in the situation, in the sequence, the spirit which makes it itself."
--Flannery O'Connor, "The Nature and Aim of Fiction."
"It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees--this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward."
--Anton Chekhov
"As a fiction writer I believe that most of what is good and useful and helpful and beautiful in the world comes from an imagination that is being vigorously used rather than one that is being used sparingly, or dimly, or not at all. A mind is a book – and a book that remains closed is a doorstop. To imagine – which means to step away slightly from what is strictly one's own point of view – is at the heart of tolerance if not understanding, sympathy if not actual explicit generosity. And it is the reason why we are today living in the most tolerant times Americans have yet lived in – [Clinton was, at that time President, and his wife quite tolerantly had not even attempted to shoot him] – We have imagined others – their stories, their predicaments, their fantastically difficult decisions, their bad and totally unfair luck. This imagining away from what is familiar and self-interested enlarges and enriches us all – though that may be the least of it. It is also an act of charity, and makes the world safer for someone else – not only spiritually safer but physically safer – a life saved. When you have done that – when you have saved a life in one of the various ways a life can be saved – you have done something extraordinary."
--Lorrie Moore, speaking at St. Lawrence University's 2004 Commencement Address.
"How can it be described? How can any of it be described? The trip and the story of the trip are two different things. The narrator is the one who has stayed home, but then, afterward, presses her mouth upon the traveler’s mouth, in order to make the mouth work, to make the mouth say, say, say. One cannot go to a place and speak of it; one cannot both see and say, not really. One can go, and upon returning make a lot of hand motions and indications with the arms. The mouth itself, working at the speed of light, at the eye’s instructions, is necessarily struck still; so fast, so much to report, it hangs open and dumb as a gutted bell. All that unsayable life! That’s where the narrator comes in. The narrator comes with her kisses and mimicry and tidying up. The narrator comes and makes a slow, fake song of the mouth’s eager devastation."
--Lorrie Moore "People Like That Are The Only People Here: Canonical Babbling in Peed Onk"
"Literature holds the mechanisms of repair. Literature has the capacity to ameliorate our society's ills...Literature stanches that wasteful draining away of conscience and memory. Literature experiences us as multidimensional persons. Literature deals with consequences."
--Toni Morrison
"Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book does not shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we'd be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.”
–Franz Kafka to Oskar Pollak, January 27, 1904
"I read," I say. "I study and read. I bet I've read everything you read. Don't think I haven't. I consume libraries. I wear out spines and ROM-drives. I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it." My instincts concerning syntax and mechanics are better than your own, I can tell, with all due respect. But it transcends the mechanics. I'm not a machine. I feel and believe. I have opinions. Some of them are interesting. I could, if you'd let me, talk and talk."
--David Foster Wallace "Infinite Jest"
"When an honest writer discovers an imposition it is his simple duty to strip it bare and hurl it down from its place of honor, no matter who suffers by it; any other course would render him unworthy of the public confidence."
--Mark Twain
As an English major I should take offense, but...
Guy: So, what's your major?
Girl: English.
Guy: Really? Wow, you're really fuckable for an English major.
Girl: Uh, thanks...
--linden ave., also lola (from "overheard at Cornell")
"Art is there to challenge our assumptions and our organizing principles."
--Junot Diaz
About my library The library collection encompasses material from home and my current job over the past 10 years. Ranging from different styles and periods (American Literature--fiction, poetry, and non-fiction; reference books; primary and secondary historical sources, critical and literary theory etc). I am slowly adding books here and there, but it's coming along.
CURRENT READS
MAGAZINE AND LITERARY JOURNALS:
The Paris Review (various editions)
The New York Review of Books
The New Yorker
The New York Times Book Review
Poets and Writers
Harper's (personal favorite)
Print
BOOKS:
Saul Bellow: "The Adventures of Augie March"
Jean Thompson: "Who Do You Love?"
Lorraine Hansberry: "To be Gifted, Proud, and Black."
Anthony Bourdain: "Kitchen Confidential"
PAST AUTHOR READINGS AND LECTURES:
Andrei Codrescu (Bowery Poetry Club)
Cynthia Carr (B&N)
Yves Bonnefoy (Louisiana State University)
Natasha Trethewey (Louisiana State University)
Billy Collins (Louisiana State University)
Kwame Anthony Appiah (B&N)
Paul Auster and Siri Hurvstedt (192 Books)
Rob Walker (Mo Pitkin's)
Mary Gaitskill (192 Books)
Anya Kamenetz (B&N)
bell hooks (Ocala Community College)
Sarah Vowell (B&N)
Patti Smith (Great Hall at Cooper Union)
Francine Prose (McNally Robinson)
Gay Talese (Strand)
T.C. Boyle (B&N)
Greil Marcus and Kim Gordon (CUNY Graduate
Center)
W.S. Merwin/Joan Didion (CUNY Graduate Center)
Selected writers and artists from downtown scene:
Eric Bognosian, Michael Musto, et al. (B&N)
Live tape feeding (from London) of Margaret Atwood
(McNally Robinson)
Jennifer Gilmore (Coliseum Books--my former place of
employment)
Lynne Truss (Coliseum Books)
Colson Whitehead/Pete Morrill/Jennifer Egan
(Brooklyn Courthouse--Brooklyn Book Festival)
Olympia Vernon and Juan Williams (Louisiana Book
Festival)
Rodrigo Fresán, Etgar Keret, Yiyun Li, Helen
Oyeyemi, Matthew Ritchie, Salman Rushdie, Dubravka
Ugresi (The Believer Nighttime Event for PEN
World Voices Festival 2006)
Edwidge Danticat (St. John's University)
Rick Moody, Colin Channer, Carl Hancock Rux, and
Wesley Stance (Brooklyn Book Festival)
Shari Goldhagen, Nicole Bokat, Gloria Nayman
(Mercball-October)
Rachel Sherman (KGB Bar)
Lynne Tillman (New York University)
Michael Thomas (Book Court. Hosted guest reading)
William T. Vollmann (B&N)--not to mention his kind
invitation (with other readers) for drinks in
Chelsea.
Ben Hoffman, Laura Mosen, and Lauren Mechfield
(Book Court: And yours truly hosted the event)
Noah Lukeman (Book Court)
Lorrie Moore (Hofstra University)
Niccolò Ammaniti, John Hodgman, Isabel Hoving,
Uzodinma Iweala, Miranda July, Yasmina Khadra; and
Eric Bogosian (The Believer Nighttime Event for PEN
World Voices Festival 2007)-New School for Social
Research
Dave Eggers (brief conversation at the post-Believer
nighttime event)
Granta Reading with Nicole Krauss, Jonathan Safran
Foer, Rattawut Lapcharoensap, Jess
Row, Karen Russell and John Wray with Matt Weiland
(Hosted and facilitated Q&A session at Book Court)
Gabriel Cohen (Hosted and facilitated Q&A session at
Book Court)
Lorrie Moore and Helen Simpson (B&N)
Miranda July (Paula Cooper Gallery, sponsored by 192
Books)
Peter Charles Melman (Book Court)
A.M. Homes (Book Court)
Carol Muske-Dukes (Strand)
Mary Gordon (B&N)
Junot Diaz (B&N)
Carol Muske-Dukes (hosted event at Book Court)
Jenni Ferrari-Adler, Holly Hughes, Jami Attenberg,
and Ben Karlin (hosted event at Book Court)
Adrian Tomine (hosted book signing/q&a session at
Book Court)
John Ashbery (192 Books)
Steven Bach (NYU)
Neal Gabler (HBO)
Anthony Bourdain (B&N)
Need I say more?
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posted by SaraBat86 at 12:30 am (EST) on Jan 29, 2008
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Dorothy Parker
posted by AnneBoleyn at 8:42 am (EST) on Oct 10, 2007
posted by JMatthews at 2:21 pm (EST) on Sep 30, 2007
posted by clm256poetry at 4:46 pm (EST) on Sep 21, 2007
All things decay with time: The forest sees
The growth and down-fall of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which three-score lustres stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood,
I mean the sovereign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke. -Robert Herrick
posted by AnneBoleyn at 9:41 am (EST) on Sep 19, 2007
posted by amanaceerdh at 8:50 am (EST) on Sep 18, 2007
posted by NativeRoses at 2:06 pm (EST) on Aug 27, 2007
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posted by AnneBoleyn at 11:42 am (EST) on Aug 22, 2007
Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian writer.
posted by AnneBoleyn at 12:22 pm (EST) on Aug 21, 2007
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.
-Anne Sexton
posted by AnneBoleyn at 6:32 am (EST) on Aug 17, 2007
It is through… Art and Art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence. -Oscar Wilde
posted by AnneBoleyn at 4:13 am (EST) on Aug 15, 2007
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posted by AnneBoleyn at 10:46 am (EST) on Aug 8, 2007
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
posted by AnneBoleyn at 4:27 pm (EST) on Aug 6, 2007
posted by emily_morine at 6:04 pm (EST) on Aug 3, 2007
posted by emily_morine at 9:18 am (EST) on Aug 3, 2007
After all of my hardships of trudging and plodding
After all of my doubts
And After all of my seemingly endless struggles, I came across a stream of magical hot chocolate.
What a pretty river of liquid gold
What a heart-filled delight
And What a tasty, brown miracle that surged through my fatigued, lifeless self.
Oh how I ran to follow that decadent stream
Oh how I paraded along
And Oh how I stared in awe at a massive lake of soup for my frosty soul.
Through the broth of the seething hot soup
Through the chunks of fowl
And Through the driftwood noodles, I gorged myself until I blew it back out again.
It was fun to tour this delicious food-filled land
It was almost too good to be true
And it was a major disappointment to awake form my preasent dream cold and alone in the snow.
S.E. Hawks
posted by AnneBoleyn at 5:10 pm (EST) on Jul 13, 2007
posted by AnneBoleyn at 5:20 pm (EST) on Jul 9, 2007
--Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author
posted by AnneBoleyn at 4:25 am (EST) on Jul 8, 2007
But writers are in the business of getting behind those veils.’
- Kate Grenville in today’s Times Books Section.
posted by AnneBoleyn at 9:17 am (EST) on Jul 7, 2007
I hear your voice saying Hello in that guarded way
you have, as if you fear bad news, imagine you
standing in our dark hall, waiting as my silver coin
jams in the slot and frantic bleeps repeat themselves
along the line until your end goes slack. The wet platform
stretches away from me towards the South and home.
I try again, dial the nine numbers you wrote once
on a postcard. The stranger waiting outside stares
Through the glass that isn’t there, a sad portrait
someone abandoned. I close my eyes…Hello?...see myself
later this evening, two hundred miles and two hours nearer
where I want to be. ‘I love you’. This is me speaking.
Carol Ann Duffy
posted by AnneBoleyn at 10:55 am (EST) on Jul 6, 2007
Is it for now or for always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
Is it a trick or a trysting-place,
The woods we have found to walk?
Is it a mirage or miracle,
Your lips that lift at mine:
And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls,
Are they a sham or a sign?
Shine out, my sudden angel,
Break fear with breast and brow,
I take you now and for always,
For always is always now.
Philip Larkin
posted by AnneBoleyn at 3:21 pm (EST) on Jul 4, 2007
The sun is slowly…slowly…slowly…
Setting
I watch, perched on the edge of my open window
The sun sinking below the horizon
My chest is tight
My breathing short
My heart is aching, but I can’t say why
While all I can do is watch as the sun
Slowly…slowly…
Sets
Night is slowly…slowly…slowly…
Falling
Darkness creeps across the earth and
My aching heart is soothed
My rapid breath is calmed
And the tightness in my chest is released
As with the cool breath of evening
As with the Night I
Slowly…slowly…
Fall
Kira Ader
posted by AnneBoleyn at 5:37 pm (EST) on Jul 3, 2007
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous ones we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be good as fingers.
They can be trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren't good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.
Anne Sexton
posted by AnneBoleyn at 2:54 am (EST) on Jul 3, 2007
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
Some veering up and down, one knew not why.
A goodly vessel did I then espy
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.
The ship was nought to me, nor I to her,
Yet I pursued her with a lover's look;
This ship to all the rest did I prefer:
When will she turn, and whither? She will brook
No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir:
On went she, and due north her journey took.
William Wordsworth
posted by AnneBoleyn at 4:03 pm (EST) on Jun 30, 2007
posted by AnneBoleyn at 6:56 am (EST) on Jun 28, 2007
"This above all: to thine own self be true". – Hamlet -W.S
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind". -A Midsummer Night's Dream –W.S
posted by AnneBoleyn at 10:52 am (EST) on Jun 25, 2007
WHY art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
Of absence withers what was once so fair?
Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?
Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant--
Bound to thy service with unceasing care,
The mind's least generous wish a mendicant
For nought but what thy happiness could spare.
Speak--though this soft warm heart, once free to hold
A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine,
Be left more desolate, more dreary cold
Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow
'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine--
Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know!
William Wordsworth
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posted by AnneBoleyn at 11:59 am (EST) on Jun 14, 2007
and
sometimes
when you wake up
it looks
like this.
Suzan Lori-Parks (via Guy Anglade)
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posted by AnneBoleyn at 3:48 pm (EST) on Jun 7, 2007
'We are never as happy or unhappy as we imagine' -La Rochefoucauld.
posted by AnneBoleyn at 11:47 am (EST) on Jun 6, 2007
posted by AnneBoleyn at 1:22 am (EST) on Jun 5, 2007
Character in the bustle of the world.- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
posted by AnneBoleyn at 2:19 pm (EST) on May 31, 2007
posted by AnneBoleyn at 11:14 am (EST) on May 31, 2007
Times winged Charriot hurrying near:-Andrew Marvell
posted by AnneBoleyn at 10:52 am (EST) on May 30, 2007
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posted by AnneBoleyn at 2:35 pm (EST) on May 28, 2007
but I may not know, what you know;
what I know, you may not know;
but you may know, what I may not know,
I may know, what you may not know,
but if I know, what you know
and if you know what I know
then we may know, what all we know; Senthil Kumar
posted by AnneBoleyn at 1:21 pm (EST) on May 28, 2007
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posted by tomcatMurr at 6:39 am (EST) on Mar 28, 2007
:)
posted by tomcatMurr at 6:33 am (EST) on Mar 28, 2007
Anything for a guffaw!
:)
posted by tomcatMurr at 11:16 am (EST) on Mar 24, 2007
More please!
:)
Murr
posted by tomcatMurr at 12:55 am (EST) on Mar 23, 2007
and yeah, we like a ton of the same stuff, eh? i like that you let me know...now that my library here includes all my books from childhood, the stats and suggestions have been rendered worthless. :b so i like when people let me know they're out there!
posted by ifjuly at 12:30 pm (EST) on Feb 13, 2007
Now, since you appear to love this kind of stuff (and I do too), and since you have your e-mail address posted here, I will take the liberty of sending you a list of oxymorons (word which always makes me wonder whether moronic oxen exist!) and probably another thing or two on language. You will see....:-))
posted by aluvalibri at 12:46 pm (EST) on Jan 30, 2007
posted by aluvalibri at 12:00 pm (EST) on Jan 30, 2007
So, I read with amusement your postings in the "Haunted Soda" group. I find that extremely amusing, and challenging too.
How is the book catalogation going? I keep adding stuff as I keep buying books, most in used bookshops or library sales. Strangely enough, I find more satisfaction in searching through piles of used books than looking for something in a well stocked but, alas, quite anonymous bookstore (like B&N, for example). But this, of course, is only my opinion.
Have a swell day!
:-))
posted by aluvalibri at 8:23 am (EST) on Jan 30, 2007
thanks for the flattering comment about my library...:-))
What I can say is that, to my satisfaction, it keeps growing and, by the way, I still have not finished cataloguing all the books I own and/or scanning all the covers (which is one of the entertaining aspects of the catalogation).
I will also try to send you an invitation to join a couple of groups I think you might find interesting.
Ciao!
Paola :-)))
posted by aluvalibri at 12:58 pm (EST) on Jan 23, 2007
Cheers :-))
posted by aluvalibri at 8:31 am (EST) on Jan 22, 2007
posted by coffeezombie at 1:19 pm (EST) on Oct 26, 2006
Happy cataloging to you.
posted by coffeezombie at 10:42 am (EST) on Oct 26, 2006
posted by coffeezombie at 8:04 am (EST) on Sep 19, 2006
Happy cataloging.
posted by coffeezombie at 9:02 pm (EST) on Sep 18, 2006
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