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‘—Manuel Puig—obsessed w the translations of his books, which are untranslatable because of his oral style + the effects of—thesis on “the generation of ’66” (aft the year of Onganía’s dictatorship—divides lit. into periods w sequences defined by political events) he characterises as depoliticised (a trivial cliché that has been taken up in Spain + France to characterise the new Argentine writers),—mafia of the Boom—
— Mar 27, 2024 10:03AM
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emily
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Wittgenstein—slow movement of Brahms’s String Quartet no. 3—brought him to the brink of suicide twice. What happens with this quartet? Philosophy—an activity, not a doctrine, its primary sphere of application—language. The gospels—proof of his attempt to use a new lang. (Aramaic, Greek, Hebrew, wrote them in Russian)—Tolstoy was in search of a perfect language, considered literature (Shakespeare) to be corrupted—
— Mar 27, 2024 09:56AM
emily
is on page 390 of 512
‘—the body of Eva Perón—most reviled by the bourgeoisie—calling her a “whore,”—ambitious, second-rate—viewed as amoral. She was an axis and a symbol with her social ascent and her union with Perón. She is redeemed—embodies as a new metamorphosis of her brilliant presence. Eva crosses the ocean and has her most consistent enemy as a deluded guardian—given that the colonel was the one tasked with making her disappear.’
— Mar 04, 2024 05:20AM
emily
is on page 330 of 512
Manuel Puig, anxious around each translation of one of his books as though he were writing them for the first time in another language. Very wise—great sense for detecting “what” is a good piece of writing: he critiques the monotony of Conti’s style, “always the same for any subject,” the sloppiness of Mailer, “who doesn’t write anything well.”
I know of no more perfect solitude. I am reading Virginia Woolf’s diary.
— Feb 26, 2024 04:56PM
I know of no more perfect solitude. I am reading Virginia Woolf’s diary.
emily
is on page 273 of 512
'Nostalgia—remembering a hazy past; an inversion of Borges's line, which I will use in my novel: only what one never had can be lost'
'The Pavesian part of me is mythical resonance, and so these notebooks must be “open,” with stray information and moral centres.'
'—the city in the sun and eat lunch by the river. Everything that I “have,” I have gained by “losing” what he has, and vice versa. I am reading Kafka.'
— Feb 22, 2024 06:32PM
'The Pavesian part of me is mythical resonance, and so these notebooks must be “open,” with stray information and moral centres.'
'—the city in the sun and eat lunch by the river. Everything that I “have,” I have gained by “losing” what he has, and vice versa. I am reading Kafka.'
emily
is on page 201 of 512
‘There is a waiting akin to that of a hunter in a blind, lying in wait for the prey (but I myself am the prey).’
‘Eroticised flesh as an engine for the plot.'
'—separate the linguistic experimentation of the work from plot—A writing in which the continuity is altered—From there comes the sense of a time based on the petrifaction of the present, the chronological void. Fixity. The time must cease to flow.’
— Jan 25, 2024 03:53PM
‘Eroticised flesh as an engine for the plot.'
'—separate the linguistic experimentation of the work from plot—A writing in which the continuity is altered—From there comes the sense of a time based on the petrifaction of the present, the chronological void. Fixity. The time must cease to flow.’
emily
is on page 158 of 512
‘All art constructs its technique and form through the wisdom of time and takes its methods from knowledge outside of its sphere (Joyce with psychoanalysis; Borges with mathematics).’
‘Courtesy is a form of masochism.'
‘—the function of description in a story is gambled. That is how V. Woolf’s line can be understood: “God—or the devil—is in the details.” What has no function is what functions as a revelation.’
— Jan 23, 2024 03:01PM
‘Courtesy is a form of masochism.'
‘—the function of description in a story is gambled. That is how V. Woolf’s line can be understood: “God—or the devil—is in the details.” What has no function is what functions as a revelation.’
emily
is on page 102 of 512
‘My distrust of overly effusive and obvious outward performances of affection is the first thing that separates me from my Sartrean friends—’
‘Nothing worse than mornings, nothing worse than Sunday mornings. I listen to Mozart—reading Gide’s diary—I don’t like the self-satisfaction—the way he lives in the spotlight. For me only diaries written in opposition to oneself are valuable (Pavese, Kafka).
— Jan 22, 2024 02:23PM
‘Nothing worse than mornings, nothing worse than Sunday mornings. I listen to Mozart—reading Gide’s diary—I don’t like the self-satisfaction—the way he lives in the spotlight. For me only diaries written in opposition to oneself are valuable (Pavese, Kafka).
