So back when it was actually the beginning of the year, I neither had time to deal with some kind of “what am I going to do?” post nor thought I wanted to do one. After all, it’s not like I’m going to actually stay committed (four de-humiliations mentioned; none addressed!). But then I [...]
In what is probably a pattern for me, I’ve talked about how I was disappointed with Redburn even though there was a bunch of stuff in it I liked (my other pattern is to talk about stuff I didn’t like while saying something is good; this is how I get a reputation for ambivalence, [...]
I feel like I don’t write about it particularly a lot, but narration is one of the things I’m relatively more interested in when I read. I try especially not to fall into the dread trap of equating author with narrator, but some people make it hard—people, say, like Melville, who writes loosely autobiographical [...]
After attempting to fit whole worlds into Mardi and being soundly rebuked by the public that had eaten up Typee and Omoo, Melville decided that in order to make some money again he would write Redburn and White-Jacket, and make them less crazy.
He does discipline himself dramatically in Redburn. It’s another semi-autobiographical novel, [...]
It’s freezing cold here this Sunday, and I’m trying to use it as a bit of an opportunity to unfreeze my blogging habits and finally get some posts together about Melville. Yay! I know you all can’t wait to hear more about my journey through his work. Although I am taking a bit of [...]
What are the book equivalent of indie-rock subcategories? I agree with the post in general, but disagree on the usefulness of the tags mentioned for Act of the Damned. That group of tags taken as a whole is what’s useful—smushed together those words are the subcategory; it’s like a Venn diagram and we [...]
Sometimes my body really amazes me. It knows when I need a rest. And I needed a rest so badly coming up on the four-day weekend that began last Thursday that it decided to force me into it by coming down with a truly terrible cold. I had big reading and blogging plans for [...]
Man and boy,” said honest Jarl, “I have lived ever since I can remember.” And truly, who may call to mind when he was not? To ourselves, we all seem coeval with creation. Whence it comes, that it is so hard to die, ere the world itself is departed.
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