Tigermilk by Stefanie De Velasco
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A place to sit back and talk. Books, travel, life.
|Jeremy Northam. See number 6.|
|The only thing more handsome than Jeremy Northam is Jeremy Northam with a beard.|
Here he is in The Golden Bowl.
It’s too big to succeed, so we can afford no retreads. Or nothing will change, with the same people and the same policies that got us into this status quo. Another Latin word, status quo. And it stands for, man, the middle class, every day Americans are really gettin’ taken for a ride. That’s status quo. And GOP leaders, by the way, uh, you know, the man can only ride ya’ when your back is bent, so strengthen it. Then the man can’t ride ya’, America won’t be taken for a ride because so much is at stake.Folks on the left and right have been pointing to this as completely incomprehensible. It really isn't. If we can understand Faulkner and Joyce and William Burroughs why do we act like we can't understand Palin? And for anyone who has even the faintest understanding of Palin's political views understanding Palin's speech is a whole lot easier than understanding the lions of the English speaking literary world.
|In my mind, the restaurant De Kas was the setting for The Dinner. Having eaten here for a special occasion a few years ago, it popped into my head and never popped out. According to at least one source, this was the basis for the setting of the novel.|
Far-off on the hill a sheep coughed.After I posted it on Facebook and said that it was the best line ever, my friend Barry--in fact the same friend who I mentioned in my last post--wrote: "Are you being sarcastic? It sounds to me like a line written by a 10-year old who has hopes of becoming a novelist."
Sally came up from the dark kitchen stairs into the house, empty, still, and flooded with sunlight. Charles and Violet had gone out of course; Violet would be in the walled garden examining the ruins of the roses with Cammaert [the gardener]. With something like relief, with a tremor of fear, Sally thought, I'm all alone here. She stood on the threshold of the library as if waiting for some decision which would take her inside, to her grandfather's desk. Far-off on the hill a sheep coughed.What do you think? Bad writing? Okay, but not great? Middle brow? 1950s chick lit? Does it matter? The writer is my beloved May Sarton and the novel is A Shower of Summer Days. Her work pleases me so much and this novel ranks in the upper middle range of all the novels of hers that I have read.
|The pile of postcards last January. I really should take an updated photo with at least half the stack gone.|
|The box and first post arrived in Georgia last January.|
|The row of grey Persephone books mark the end of the fiction. The two rows below that are various non-fiction books that have yet to be organized. I ran out of time.|
|Same fireplace when we first moved in and were thinking about a grey paint for the library.|
|After over a year of living with those color swatches on the wall, I decided just go ahead and paint the library even though it would be torn up in a year. It was also a good experiment in what turned out to be a color and color direction we really didn't want to go in the new library. The shelves to the right of the fireplace were not replaced. I gained some additional shelf space elsewhere in the library, but I will miss this odd bit. It's where I kept most of my TBR.|
|Looking the same general direction showing a bit more of the shelves. We ended up going with a much warmer grey with a little more brown and green in it.|
|All of the books had already been put on the shelves, but they weren't in any order. It took me most of a day to just get the fiction set right.|
|I haven't read any of the stories in these Everyman collections, but their covers have been too darn pretty to pass up.|
|The end wall shelves are deeper and will house mainly art, gardening, and coffee table books.|
|Early in the process. I was still on the Bs.|
|Another 'before' picture for comparison. I'll admit this is looking pretty cozy.|
|One of the challenges I faced as I organized the fiction was whether or not to keep certain well-loved editions of books together or integrate them in alpha order with all of the other novels. In the end I kept the Persephones together but the NYRB and Viragos were split up.|
|This has nothing to do with the library but everything to do with cute.|