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jfc

onto part two. quite sick and twisted but exceptional

finally off my TBR list after four years. lived up to everything i expected thus far. 125 down in two sittings. very very well done and i especially appreciate the correspondance

I DINNAE SAIS THA YACCUNT

This book is a project. But decoding the dialogue (and the in-and-out-of-coma-style prose) is a TREAT!

incredibly upsetting

brutal but beautiful

this rocks thank you spencer my favorite coupland superfan

i will now refrain from giving updates.

libertine sex education. pretty great read.

"There are thorns everywhere, but roses bloom over them on the road of vice. It is only on the muddy paths of virtue that nature won't ever allow roses to blossom"

Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism-
to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to
eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity.
Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.

"Hence love spells suffering for us in so far
as it is a quest for the impossible, and at a lower level, a quest for union at the mercy of circumstance. Yet it promises a way out of our suffering. We suffer from our isolation in our individual separateness."

more manageable and palatable than the other dostoyevsky i have forced myself to read... good...

"So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us-that's snatched right out of our hands-even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence... Repeating... the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness."

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits... When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing"

Cried already
"Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, [that] I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally... But there's no turning back... Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever."