I picked this up on-sight, recognizing Besson’s name. I adored “Lie With Me,” I mean I was simply gripped the whole time, could not put it down. That book was translated by Molly Ringwald, of Molly Ringwald fame, and it was her first published translated work. Frank Wynne translated this book, who seems to have translated quite a few works, including (after this, from what I can tell), other works from Besson. ...
See my critique on TBinDC. Notes John Rawls throughout – see Zotero for Theory of Justice notes. p24 Seeking alignment — >Contra Berlin’s argument that pluralism of values means inevitable conflict among them, analysis of real political choices would begin with the project of seeking alignment between the protection of negative and of positive liberties. Only after a project of pursuing alignment had been exhausted would one turn to debating a trade-off between these two categories of liberties. ...
Notes Author: Grant Morrison, Frank Quitely Last read: 2025-07-11 Rating: 3 Form: Fiction Genre: Comics / Games / Media Times read: 1 Copies owned: 1 Fun score: 2.33
It would not be quite true to say that I have loved the Arthurian tales since I was a child. But, in a way, I have loved their progeny. A young boy from nowhere, swept up on an adventure that may never end, full of love, magic, and wonder. It’s the tale of various Narnian stories, of Taran from the criminally underrated Disney Renaissance film The Black Cauldron (not to mention the books on which that is based), of Luke Skywalker, of Harry Potter. It is the Wizard of Oz, the Lord of the Ring, and the Dark Tower. We all want to believe that there is more out there, somewhere. That magic is real, and that love need not hurt. ...
I tried and tried. I got 5 pages in and started begging for paragraphs. I got 20 pages in and decided maybe it wasn’t the right time, so I put it down and read a 700 page fantasy book. I read 20 more pages and could barely force myself to focus on it. I put it down at 50 intending to DNF it. I see every review mention that it picks up at page 60, so I go back. At page 70 I start skimming again, totally unable to keep my focus. I find it painfully boring. I skimmed the rest. This style does not work for me at all. ...
Yet another Ernaux work that I simply could not put down once it was before my eyes. What is it like to write in this way, so utterly vulnerable? I wonder if anything in this style, from someone else, rings hollow by comparison. Just absolutely frustrating to read something so good. Of course, it is also frustrating that a book like this can and must be written. The contexts leading to its creation are socio-religious dominance that criminalized abortion in France. Written in ‘99, Ernaux frequently interrupts her tale with parentheticals, reflecting on her recollection of events some 30 years later. It all seems so far away and also like yesterday: ...
Ernaux always makes me think about people I love. Usually, in a romantic way. But in this book, as with The Years, I thought about my mom. Growing up, I was fortunate to know several of my great-grandparents. My mom’s grandma, Bernice. My dad’s grandpa and grandma, Roscoe and Lois, as well as his other grandma, Modena. Bernice lived to be 82, Lois 92, Roscoe 92, and Modena 97. When I was born, there were pictures in the paper with some of us and however many generations were living at the time, because it was rare enough then to be newsworthy in a small town. ...
An absolute beauty of emotion, particularly jealousy and haunting. Ernaux describes the end of a relationship and the sense that she has been possessed by the ‘other woman’ in terms so raw and so relatable that you (or, I,) feel professionally jealous of the skill with which it is executed. I think a lot about sentimentality, because I am a sentimental person. Places become stained with chance meetings or meaningful silences. Forever after, I think of those moments when passing by. In warmth, these are pleasant reminders and stoke joy. Once things change, deteriorate, complicate, they’re falling icicles piercing your heart. It happens to places, films, books, songs, even whole genres of idea; anything that was important or noteworthy. ...
I picked this up solely based on the title/cover and the want to read essays, having no familiarity with Chu or her writing. I liked it a lot! I may come back and update this review with additional thoughts, but in general I had a good time. Few writers have me cackling on the metro quite like Chu did in her takedown of Bret Easton Ellis or her piece on Hanya Yanagihara. Some of my favorites: ...
“Often I have made love to force myself to write.” Ernaux writes about 30 pages (in this Fitzcarraldo edition) on a short affair-turned-relationship with a 20-something when she’s 50-something. She seems pleased to put a lot of words to, what I think, may boil down to “I wanted to fuck a young guy,” and if you can write as well as Ernaux, you should too. I don’t begrudge her, as she outlines, men have been doing the same thing with much less judgement for centuries. That said, I do wonder a bit what the point of this little essay was, other than to say, “I got my rocks off pretty good and wrote well while doing it.” I say the last part because in her ending pages she ties this affair to her work, Happening. I think this is a fine context, but I don’t feel the affair needs an excuse (I do not think she would agree that is what she is doing, and yet, she is clearly tying the affair start middle and end to that work as if it were necessary for it). ...