Random books from Gypsy_Boy's library
The Asiatics by Frederic Prokosch
Complete Plays 1920-1931 (O'Neill) by Eugene O'Neill
Proofs and Three Parables by George Steiner
The Quest for Mind by Howard Gardner
Personal Matter by Kenzaburo Oe
Song of Lawino & Song of Ocol by Okot P'Bitek
The Glass Bead Game (Magister Ludi) by Hermann Hesse
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Favorite authorsLawrence Durrell, Shusaku Endo, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Gustaw Herling, Homer, Nikos Kazantzakis, Imre Kertész, Pär Lagerkvist, Siegfried Lenz, Arnost Lustig, Amin Maalouf, Naguib Mahfouz, Gabriel García Márquez, Yukio Mishima, Natsume Sōseki, William Shakespeare, Wallace Stegner, Rabindranath Tagore, Leo Tolstoy (Shared favorites)
Favorite bookstores57th Street Books, Amaranth Books, Bookworks, Howard's Books, Myopic Books, Powell's - Hyde Park, Seminary Co-op Bookstore, The Armadillo's Pillow
About meMy passions are traveling (especially international), food (both cooking myself and eating out), photography, foreign films, shopping (okay, used-book shopping), music (especially classical and gypsy music from Hungary and Romania), and…oh, yeah, reading. If I’m not actively engaged in one of the above, I’m probably sleeping. (For the terminally curious, the picture was taken in Lhasa, Tibet, at the Palubuk Monastery, just down the road from the Potala Palace.)
from BY THE PEN
جلالآلاحمد
(Jalâl Âl-e Ahmad, 1923-1969)
"...All the letters in the world number thirty-two, from alef to yeh, from beginning to end.... From the words of God...to all that has been said by the philosophers, to the words with which the poets have filled their texts, even to that which you students read and I have have written in my lifetime...all the sayings and speeches of the world are made up of these thirty-two letters. In whatever language you write--Turkish, Persian, Arabic, or European--their number might increase or decrease by one or two letters, but it is essentially the same. Whatever curses or profanity there are, or sacred utterings, even the grand secret name of God...are all written with these thirty-two letters.... Do not be blinded by this little bit of knowledge and deny the truth. Remember, too, that these thirty-two letters are also tools for the devil's work. The death sentences of the innocent and guilty alike are written with these very letters. Since this is the way things are, heaven forbid that your pen ever write unjustly or that these letters in your hands or on paper ever become a tool for the devil's work."
ITHACA
Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης
(Constantine Cavafy)
When you start on your journey to Ithaca,
then pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
Do not fear the Lestrygonians
and the Cyclops and the angry Poseidon.
You will never meet such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your body and your spirit.
You will never meet the Lestrygonians,
the Cyclopes and the fierce Poseidon,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not raise them up before you.
Then pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
that you will enter ports seen for the first time
with such pleasure, with such joy!
Stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and corals, amber and ebony,
and pleasurable perfumes of all kinds,
buy as many pleasurable perfumes as you can;
visit hosts of Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from those who have knowledge.
Always keep Ithaca fixed in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for long years;
and even to anchor at the isle when you are old,
rich with all that you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have taken the road.
But she has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not defrauded you.
With the great wisdom you have gained, with so much experience,
you must surely have understood by then what Ithacas mean.
(translation by Rae Dalven)
ULYSSES
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
* * *
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little...
...you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods....
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
About my libraryI am especially fond of non-U.S. fiction. I read American fiction too, but find that I much prefer non-U.S. authors. (You'll notice, if you look at my library, that there isn't much in the way of U.S. fiction entered. That's because it's all packed up; once we move (assuming we find a house at some point prior to our mutual demise), we may actually unpack and enter all those books, too.)
I also enjoy a wide variety of non-fiction and drama as well and have a passion for poetry. In point of fact, the boxed stuff includes virtually all of my American fiction, a large poetry collection, a huge collection of history, some lit crit, and more of some of the things already listed here.
Favorite books: (in no particular order)
Homer, The Iliad
Siegfried Lenz, The Heritage
Lawrence Durrell, Bitter Lemons
Gustaw Herling, The Island
Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis & The Last Temptation of Christ
Shusaku Endo, Silence
Jan Neruda, Prague Tales
Naguib Mahfouz, Children of Gebelaawi
Andre Schwarz-Bart, The Last of the Just
poetry of May Sarton, Donald Justice, and Robert Frost
Currently reading:
Maria Messina, Behind Closed Doors
Horacio Quiroga, The Decapitated Chicken
Yasunari Kawabata, The Lake
Recently finished:
Giorgio Pressburger, Snow and Guilt
Robert Payne, Ivan the Terrible
I. Allan Sealy, The Everest Hotel
Stefan Chwin, Death in Danzig
Alexandra David-Neel, My Journey to Lhasa
Sayed Kashua, Let It Be Morning
Luis Vaz de Camoes, The Lusiads
Jaroslav Hasek, The Fateful Adventures of Good Soldier Svejk
Per Petterson, Out Stealing Horses
Anatoly Kuznetsov, Babi Yar
Istvan Orkeny, The Flower Show
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Thanks, Deborah
posted by arubabookwoman at 4:46 pm (EST) on Aug 15, 2009
Which would you recommend I buy? Or have you any other recommendations? Advice would be most welcome from someone who cooks -- I will start browsing cookery book shelves eventually, but personal experience of books always a good idea.
happy spring/ happy Nowruz
Norma
posted by andreajorgensen at 5:12 pm (EST) on Mar 30, 2009
Thanks again for accepting the friendship. I really like the pic you chose for your profile page. I study with Lama Migmar Tseten here in Cambridge. We're reading Buddha Nature: The Mahayana Uttaratantra Shastra with Commentary--rather dense. With out the llama as guide I don't think I would enjoy it. I'm a beginner. AuthorKNows
posted by authorknows at 5:04 pm (EST) on Oct 8, 2008
You're right that I've not entered all my books -- I'd hazard a guess at how many I have but just don't know, which is why I'm finally trying to organize them by entering them into LibraryThing.
As to Hrabal -- I'd have to say that he's one of my favorite writers for his often absurdist vision, what I consider almost an eastern or central European fabulism. The first book I read by him was Too Loud a Solitude, and I was hooked --he's a man of subtle and bizarre humour, admittedly, and his work simply appeals to me, but maybe it's partly genetic (one half Nordic, the other Russian-speaking Germans from Bessarabia who came to Canada more than 100 years ago; current spouse refers to my "dark European heart" in contrast to my brother's anti-genetic tendency to devote all his time to sports). Esterhazy's Book of Hrabal another one I like very much. Jan Neruda -- is a lacuna in my collection apart from bits in anthologies and you'd think it shouldn't be since the other Neruda took his name from him. I'll have to look into that; always another writer to look forward to exploring.
Jabes -- his appeal is not easy for me to describe. His writing is about writing, about books and reading, about the search for a sense of place and history, and when I read him I get the feeling that all poets are in a sense members of a "lost tribe" trying to create new places with their words.
Marquez -- I read Hundred Years of Solitude in one long concentrated reading during one long cold and rainy winter month in Paleohora on the south coast of Crete, drinking Metaxa and Nescafe, and was completely enchanted. Nothing of his has since affected me that way. These days I'm more taken with Cortazar, and have recently come across a collection of poems by the Bolivan Jaime Saenz, translated by Eliot Weinberger and Kent Johnson. I just recently began reading Maxwell, thanks to his letters with Sylvia Townsend Warner, and yesterday bought the Modern Library edition of his later works, so will let you know how I fare.
The Lost Classics book, edited by Ondaatje, derives from a regular feature of a Canadian literary journal, Brick, which I've subscribed to forever. Writers were asked to provide details about a book that was an old favorite but had virtually vanished except possibly in dusty old bookstores, and some of these were gathered in Lost Classics, which I think of as a tender recollection of "lost loves" in the form of books.
Mrs. Dalloway -- one of her books that I have read about three times, and the film version with Vanessa Redgrave is the best adaptation of a novel I've ever seen. Didn't think much at all of The Hours as a film, and also read the book which can't hold a candle really to Mrs. Dalloway, and made me think that without the music by Philip Glass the film would have been a bit of a dud, Ed Harris' performance notwithstanding. To the Lighthouse -- another great. Orlando isn't her best, a bit of a lark on her part I think, written to amuse Vita.
Cavafy and Elytis -- so very different, the latter more tragic I think. And I haven't catalogued Durrell, because all my books by him were in a former library, now with an ex-husband I left many years ago to go travelling. The Alexandria Quartet I devoured so long ago I've forgotten all the details except that I was transported by them. Now the Folio Society is issuing them one by one, and I'm expecting Justine to arrive any day. I only regret that I didn't get to Alexandria when I was travelling in Egypt.
The image I found for my profile used to have a description with it, but in revising my info one day something happened to blow it away, and I have yet to restore the details. It's a painting by the fin-de-siecle Danish artist, Vilhelm Hammershoi (1864-1916). "Interior, Strandgade 30, 1908". The model in most of his paintings was his wife. There was a major exhibition of his work at the Royal Academy of Arts in London U.K. this past summer, and I splurged on the catalogue because I'm so taken with his work, its stillness and mystery, sense of time suspended. Puts me in mind of Chardin, and I hope in a couple of weeks to grab a couple of hours at the National Gallery in Washington to have another look at the Chardins, and Vermeers. Hammershoi spent some time in England, was an admirer of Whistler's work. Now you make me think I'd like to buy a poster of something by Friedrich -- another one I think highly of.
And: as if I didn't already have scads of cookbooks, I notice you have a new entry of a Moroccan one. I have used my Paula Wolfert so much that it's stained with butter and saffron . . . .
I'll continue to keep my eye on your collection, and am about to enter a few more tonight, though it takes time away from reading them.
all the best,
Norma
posted by andreajorgensen at 6:57 pm (EST) on Sep 25, 2008
I like to read non-American novels, too. If only I had kept track of them all!
Why you? I am reaching out on the internet, networking you might say. When I saw my book on your list, it was a wow experience to be among so many authors I admire. It made my writer's world expand like balloon skin around the room I sit in to write.
Authorknows
posted by authorknows at 4:54 pm (EST) on Sep 25, 2008
thank you!
posted by schmidpe at 10:52 am (EST) on Aug 19, 2008