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A Memoir of Love and Literature
In the European tradition, Karina Szczurek celebrated her name day on Wednesday 2 August. It was a double celebration, in fact, as she had chosen the date to launch her memoir, The Fifth Mrs Brink, at the Book Lounge in Roeland Street, Cape Town. Published by Jonathan Ball, the book is an account of the year following the death of her husband, internationally acclaimed novelist André Brink, interw
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“The sexiest part of a woman,’ Carlos said after considering her question for a few moments, ‘is her mind. Her thoughts. What is inside.”
― The Love Book
― The Love Book
“Although he was a young man, younger by far than any of the others, Clare could tell from the gate’s whine as it swung out before him that he knew from experience how certain things worked – people, women, complicated gates. He knew how to touch something so that it clicked open in his hands.”
― The Love Book
― The Love Book
“Stop waiting for something or someone to inspire you,’ she says. ‘Get inspired by your own life. Find a chaise; lie on it; be your own muse, for heaven’s sake. Can’t you see the best stories are already inside you, awaiting their release?”
― The Presence of Peacocks: Or How to Find Love and Write a Novel
― The Presence of Peacocks: Or How to Find Love and Write a Novel
“I’ve never forgotten that look, though it lasted only a few seconds. She seemed drawn to something in me, or in the scene I had unwittingly presented. Whatever I had been or done in the past was of no consequence to her, I sensed; what intrigued her lay in the present moment. And I now suspect she was doing what all novelists do when they stop to look at something. She was sizing me up to see if I could fit into her fictional world. Did I belong in her web of characters and plot? With a bit of touching up, could I be incorporated into some tale one day? Would I be of use?
Lionel Wolfe-Valentine saw the potential for story in me, and I love her for that.
‘I’m Sabrina Bell,’ I said. ‘My mother lives across the valley.”
― The Presence of Peacocks: Or How to Find Love and Write a Novel
Lionel Wolfe-Valentine saw the potential for story in me, and I love her for that.
‘I’m Sabrina Bell,’ I said. ‘My mother lives across the valley.”
― The Presence of Peacocks: Or How to Find Love and Write a Novel
“Stop waiting for something or someone to inspire you,’ she says. ‘Get inspired by your own life. Find a chaise; lie on it; be your own muse, for heaven’s sake. Can’t you see the best stories are already inside you, awaiting their release?”
― The Presence of Peacocks: Or How to Find Love and Write a Novel
― The Presence of Peacocks: Or How to Find Love and Write a Novel
“What do you do about emotional pain, Lionel?’ I ask.
In red lamplight, she rises from the bath like the prow of a galleon. ‘I write about my times of suffering. It makes me hate them slightly less,’ she says, wrapping herself in a vast towel. ‘Sometimes, I’m even grateful for them.”
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In red lamplight, she rises from the bath like the prow of a galleon. ‘I write about my times of suffering. It makes me hate them slightly less,’ she says, wrapping herself in a vast towel. ‘Sometimes, I’m even grateful for them.”
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“The sexiest part of a woman,’ Carlos said after considering her question for a few moments, ‘is her mind. Her thoughts. What is inside.”
― The Love Book
― The Love Book
“Although he was a young man, younger by far than any of the others, Clare could tell from the gate’s whine as it swung out before him that he knew from experience how certain things worked – people, women, complicated gates. He knew how to touch something so that it clicked open in his hands.”
― The Love Book
― The Love Book
