Sunday Poetry - Emily Dickinson
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Francisco de Goya
Museo del Prado
|Gay me in high school. (With super supportive Jeanie.)|
|Here is my stack. Now I just need to figure out which ones to read for NYRB Reading Week.|
|Visiting Annie and Atticus|
Ingrid Groller Lane
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art
|Woman Descending the Staircase|
The Art Institute of Chicago
Carre d'Art-Musee d'Art contemporain de Nimes
|Illustrations by Arthur Watts|
The diary entries brilliantly capture the episodic, shorthanded cadence so typical of how one thinks about things. Not always in lovely complete sentences, but short bursts of thought, like thousands of brain synapses firing directly onto the page. There is much that made me chuckle in this book. And of course I love a good bit of domestic detail and this book does not disappoint on that account.
Shute also tends to write in a fairly stilted manner, using phrases that seem ridiculous -- "The breakfast came upon the table" -- and referring to characters by their nationality or occupation -- "The Australian", "The scientist", "The Commander" -- which grate with constant repetition.He certainly takes a similar approach in Requiem. The writing can be corny sometimes and feel a bit like a 1940s film with everyone talking in a rapid, clipped manner where every word is focused on moving the storyline forward. It can make for some one dimensional characters. But the odd thing is, I love this about Shute's book.
|Deborah Voigt as Salome|
Photo copyright Dario Acosta
|That's the Washington Monument in the distance|
and the Peace Institute in the right of the mid-ground.
|Looking up the Potomac toward Georgetown. |
That is the National Cathedral you see up on St. Alban's Hill.
|Lincoln Memorial from the roof terrace.|
|The lower terrace.|
|This giant bust of Kennedy is kind of growing on me.|
When I first saw it in 1993 I thought it looked like chopped liver
and kept looking for a giant cracker.
|(This is not the edition I have.|
I just liked it better)
Mary GordonNo doubt, even among the authors I have read, there are many others than I list here. And there are some who sit on the line that could be included depending on how much you squinted.
Nick Hornby (I wouldn't have thought of him, but Teresa was right to include him.)
Claire Messud (She tries to write literary fiction, but I think she fails.)