Status Updates From Maîtres et serviteurs

okuduğum önceki kitaba oranla çok monoton ve sıkıcı başladı, umarım sonunu görebilirim, "Yağmur Durmadı"da da bazı bazı uzun noktasız cümleler vardı güzeldi, burada hepsi öyle cümlelerden oluşuyor ve okumayı çok zorlaştırıyor... Goya, Goya nereye kadar...

“His mother had named him little Lorenzo, since he wasn’t growing quickly: Lorentino. In this inner theater in which we play the leading role, not always the lead, but at least from time to time, in order to survive—he appeared under the name of Lorenzo.” Love the play of internal leading role for oneself, against the ‘objective’ lead that flits from person to person; to survive you need to claim it occasionally.

Michon makes me imagine the fiction Goncourts might have written had they left "realism" to others and gone all-in with their historical studies, their gallery ghosts and reveries over bibelots. "But certainly Watteau painted scores of whispering women, women sighing while thinking about something else, women who said neither yes nor no; and before them, men planted valiantly, strumming their theorbos in vain."