tagged by kassapti!
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!
There. Poetry and short stories totally count.
I’m not going to tag ten people, sorry! If you see this and you want to share your 10 works, do go ahead. Please tag me in them, I’d be very interested.
How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animals—had all
one fine day gone under?
I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city —
white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting
under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe
what really happened is
this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of
where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name
and drowned it.
- Eavan Boland, “Atlantis: A Lost Sonnet”
Nic Pizzolatto talking about The King in Yellow and True Detective. (via valonqars)
Narrative as identity yessssss