This novel will either be so derivative it is dull, or such an interesting metacommentary, it is fascinating. Or perhaps it will be somewhere in between. Anyway, I had gotten tired of Vargas Llosa, but this sounds interesting at least academically. Ya puedes leer un fragmento de la nueva novela de Vargas Llosa El sueño … More From the Casa del Libro: Vargas Llosa
All literature is foreign somehow, and all foreign literature, or literature written in foreign languages, and literature from other eras, is more foreign. The feeling of being in a struggle with someone else for — you, over you. The feeling of having to explain yourself, again and again. The feeling of having to explain really … More And So
I have an advertiser at $200 per annum who reminds me that I cannot stop posting. This means each post, at one post a day, is worth approximately $0.55 USD. I feel like Virginia Woolf, commenting on the economy of a small college for women in Three Guineas, or like Thackeray and other writers who … More Bound to the Masthead, or, Honorarium Slavery
In a small amount of olive oil: + all leftover arugula, which was enough for a salad + all basil threatening to wilt, which was a great deal + large amounts of garlic + several sweet and several hot peppers, as for gulasch + two small eggplants, one green and one purple, sliced + a … More Arugula in Stir Fry
The weather has been endlessly beautiful, and I have not taken advantage of it, but I have noticed it most acutely, and it is the weekend, and we must sing. Axé.
It is sunny, and it is the weekend, so we must sing. The most important thing you can watch, though, is Robert Fisk on Iraq, and it is why I wish to emulate Robert Fisk, and I would rather be Robert Fisk than a professor. Axé.
Are you aware of the trope in which people say they went to their exclusive graduate program because they did not know what else to do? It is true of many to some degree, especially if they started at a young age; saying “I did not know what else to do” often means something more … More On Boasting
Valentina, Valentina, yo te quisiera decir que una pasión me domina y es la que me hizo venir. Dicen que por tus amores un mal me va a seguir, no le hace que sea el diablo yo también me sé morir. Si porque tomo tequila mañana tomo jerez, si porque me ven borracho mañana ya … More La Valentina
A UNE DAME CREOLE Au pays parfumé que le soleil caresse J’ai vu dans un retrait de tamarins ambrés Et de palmiers d’où pleut sur les yeux la paresse, Une dame Créole aux charmes ignorés. Son teint est pâle et chaud; la brune enchanteresse A dans le cou des airs noblement maniérés; Grande et svelte, … More Charles Baudelaire
Det er i dag et vejr, et solskinsvejr! O søde vår, så er du atter nær! Nu vil jeg glemme rent, at det var vinter, nu vil jeg gå og købe hyacinter og bringe dem til én, som jeg har kær. Hun købte af de hvide og de blå hun købte af de smukkeste, hun … More Jævndøgn, or, Det er i dag et vejr