I was in the basement looking for my old computer parts to hopefully get something temporary up and running and I ran across another box full of my books from college. I must say that I <3 liberal arts, because instead of having a bunch of dumb text books, I have a ton of literature, half of which I've never read because the class didn't have time to go over it. So, I pulled out a couple of the books of Heinrich von Kleist's work and have started reading them before going to bed. His works heavily interest me because I identify strongly with his sense of reality. In essence, he was absolutely distraught by the idea that we can never know true knowledge and that the only way we can operate is by reacting to the reality which we perceive and believe to be true in this world. When Dr. Barry was explaining this to me, I felt as though I had found someone who truly understood what I had been dealing with my entire life. I wish to read all of the works of his that I have and will probably seek to find more of them in order to read his entire life's work. I was even intrigued by the fact that he died at the age of 33 by his own hand and in a suicide pact with a woman, reminds me of requests for the same from Whitney in my earlier life (don't get any ideas, I plan on living a happy life with you close by <3 _)
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I have been reading rather regularly, although not in book format. Simply been browsing online and getting tips on interviewing, how to search for jobs, etc. My grandpa also gave me a bunch of newsletters/info that he had collected relating to wellness and I’ve been working on reading through that and gleaning any pertinent information. Probably the most important my grandpa has taught me is that it doesn’t matter what you think you know, you should always listen to someone and even if 99% of what they say you know or think is wrong, that 1% of new/better ideas is worth using. So listen and keep what makes sense. I’d like to start reading a lot more non-fiction material on various subjects, in order to help make me more well-rounded :)
RatandRooster freedom is limiting.
I have only been able to read two books in two months, i re-read atlas shrugged, and then i picked up a book without reading any reviews by lauren madison, it was called the 11th hour, which was sort of a feminist book about occult called children of artemis, i believe the plot of the book revolves around group of wiccans and witches so they can shift themselves in another location of times’ dimension. it was a really bad plot, i don’t know what pursued me to finish it till the end, there was some action here and there. the main protagonists were carelessly drafted and the exposition of the whole story was really weak. There were two major useless killings in the book which would have made no difference to the plot of the movie, had they not died. Anyway, there is a small twist, but its not at the end and its in the middle, and the whole book is predictable revolving around a stone that can help people to go back in time and alter the present to control the future. the end to which is not too far fetched or not to impossible to comprehend, yes?
'Ailina Laranang has written.
- Inviting the Wolf In, Loren Niemi & Elizabeth Ellis
- New Stories from the South 2008, ZZ Packer ed.
- The Lawless Frontier, Randy Denmon
'Ailina Laranang has written.
Finally finished James Baldwin’s anthology, Going to Meet the Man. Excellent work. The last story I read, “Come Out the Wilderness,” is intense and lovely, but I have to admit—I’m burned out on Baldwin now.
Next:
*Inviting the Wolf In, Loren Niemi & Elizabeth Ellis
*New Stories from the South 2008, ZZ Packer ed.
'Ailina Laranang has written.
Current schedule just does not allow for me to realistically read one book a week. I might zip through an anthology in a week, or barrel through a novel in one night, and that’s all fine and good. But whether or not I accomplish the goal for the week is entirely dependent on what’s going on in life and what I’m reading. There can be no establishment of consistency in that.
Sooo, I’ve decided I’m going to instead endeavor to “read regularly,” which I believe is a much more sensible goal. Not necessarily quantity or quality, but regularity.
That said…only one more short story to go in the James Baldwin anthology of short stories, Going to Meet the Man. I expect to finish this book off tomorrow night. Then, I’ll start on Inviting the Wolf In, by Loren Niemi and Elizabeth Ellis, and concurrently reading New Stories from the South 2008, edited by ZZ Packer.
'Ailina Laranang has written.
Beautiful, beautiful prose. Written from the 1st-person perspective of soul lingering “Between” life and the afterlife destination. Set both in the 1920s and present.
Had the honor of hearing the author speak to our Novel Writing class earlier in the year. Admired the intensity of her inspiration: once she put pen to paper, the writing of the book was a straight shot from beginning to end. Initial draft saw few revisions before press. Wow.
Characteristics from many genres/interests: paranormal, romance, social commentary, mystery, speculative, literary, regional…. Pretty heavy on the social issues side, but I was able to allow those elements and my difference of opinion to sink beneath the high quality writing.
Forgive the pun, but the book is “haunting.”
RatandRooster freedom is limiting.
i was reading Orientalism by Edward W Said, and i don’t remember why i picked up Beneath the wheel in the middle somewhere when Mr Said was so deeply involved in the pschology of orient’s behavior when confronting an occident. Mr Franz Fanon qoutes,’ black man’s destiny is to be white.’- White skin Black mask.
I am brown.
i want to be yellow or orange
i hope i finish this bloody racial study in two days
'Ailina Laranang has written.
I decided to read the book after Mom gushed over the movie. Asians growing up in the South…I’ve been waiting so long to hear someone’s voice on this. Not exactly what I was expecting, but a wonderful read. Several “aaahhhh” moments. Volatile. Touching. Frustrated/frustrating. Like the year of first love.
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I wish the author were still living, because he is indeed a wonderful teacher, despite his hubris and exaggerated pomp. The man knows what he’s talking about, and if one can ignore the snobby tone he seems to keep through the first portion of the book, one will find there is a very strong current of enthusiasm and encouragement for anyone who aspires to write.
