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KONTI NA LANG

KONTI NA LANG

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unputdownable

........this is blowin my socks off

I just finished "Tell the Women We're Going" and I realized Carver and I have similar styles in our short stories: insinuation, minimalism, context clues, violence...

I shouldn't binge read but yes I have been bingeing

Holy cow, the utter restraint in the prose...

Why does it feel like I'm reading Hemingway

As much as I would love to binge-read... it is exhausting! Loving it so far though.

New insult unlocked: being a Leavisite

I gotta admit: reading Eagleton feels a lot like taking a bite of the forbidden fruit at the Garden of Eden, and then finally seeing your own nakedness. The analysis is quite uncomfortable but also really dead-on.

The actually impoverished experience of the mass of people, an impoverishment bred by their social conditions, can be supplemented by literature: instead of working to change such conditions (which Arnold, to his credit, did more thoroughly than almost any of those who sought to inherit his mantle), you can vicariously fulfil someone's desire for a fuller life by handing them Pride and Prejudice. -- holy shit

"...but the effect of aesthetics was to suppress these historical differences. Art was extricated from the material practices, social relations and ideological meanings in which it is always caught up, and raised to the status of a solitary fetish." which sadly is a point that Saunders missed in A Swim in a Pond huhuhuhu

Yun oh, historical materialism

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Eagleton refuses to form a fixed definition of "literature" but tinkers with some necessary ideas related to value-judgement

"I did not know what to do about my hand; it seemed better to do nothing." EYYYYY

Drinking game: take a shot everytime David says, "I said nothing."

If David was so homophobic why was he using his manhood to manipulate and ask Jacques for money? David is cunning

Does David not have a job? How is he spending all his time in Paris anyway?

It's finally time.

WTF, Rufi Thorpe. Why you messin with my mind and my emotions????

This book....... is so damn good............