fifty frenchmen can't be wrong (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
some_stars) wrote2011-04-13 11:05 pm
some_stars) wrote2011-04-13 11:05 pm
(no subject)
ohhh I love reading real novels, I had forgotten how much. I've only read one this semester, for the exile/diaspora literature class, and it was about concentration camps (with several borderline-offensive parts about Jews) so kind of hard to enjoy, and also it was written in French mid-20th-century which is just...no. I do not like what the French do with words, sadly, at least before about 1990.
BUT, oh, tonight, so good. A few days ago, more or less coincident with my Marlowe-inspired anxiety episode, I ordered a few of the innumerable novels starring him. A Dead Man in Deptford arrived today and, well. Of course it's amazing, it was written by a genius, but it just swallowed me up. I picked it up after dinner to give it a look and then suddenly, three hours and eighty pages and I had to tear it out of my own hands.
BOOKS. BOOKS ARE SO GOOD.
BUT, oh, tonight, so good. A few days ago, more or less coincident with my Marlowe-inspired anxiety episode, I ordered a few of the innumerable novels starring him. A Dead Man in Deptford arrived today and, well. Of course it's amazing, it was written by a genius, but it just swallowed me up. I picked it up after dinner to give it a look and then suddenly, three hours and eighty pages and I had to tear it out of my own hands.
BOOKS. BOOKS ARE SO GOOD.
no subject
no subject
no subject