“I meant to leave you a reasonably candid testament to my better self, and it seems to me now that what you must see here is just an old man struggling with the difficulty of understanding what it is he’s struggling with.” – Thoughts on Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
“There have been heroes here, and saints and martyrs, and I want you to know that. Because that is the truth, even if no one remembers it. To look at the place, it’s just a cluster of houses strung along a few roads, and a little row of brick buildings with stores in them, and … Continue reading
“Don’t keep looking back all the time, you’re bound to get depressed.” – Thoughts on The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
The Remains of the Day is a story of, among other things, nostalgia, regrets, denial, and a lost love. It is a story of how looking back is a dangerous thing, in a way – we try to remember and see faults, and in seeing those faults we are pained. “After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?”
“Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.” – Thoughts on Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (translated from Spanish by Edith Grossman)
I cannot claim to have wholly appreciated Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s posthumous work, Memories of My Melancholy Whores, simply because, at twenty, I am too young to appreciate his character’s life’s longevity as well as his having never fallen in love. Heck, I can’t even pretend to know the difference between mere sex and passionate love-making. But Marquez writes with such a passion that it reaches out to you and makes you feel it too, and for that alone my romantic self swoons.