It’s a true story. I know how it ends, but I can’t move forward. The last twenty pages are as weighty as a boulder, as immovable as a broken vault door. My heart refuses to face the acrid, bloody truth, to acknowledge the twisted metal and shattered dreams. His unwritten novels poke through the years like torpid headlights in a fog. Am I a horrid person for lamenting the tragedy of lost words?
Do you love reading? Are you very, very brave like a storybook hero(ine)? If you answered yes, then you are welcome to join the dialogue of [R]evolving Incarnations. We are looking for hearty, passionate readers to take our 40 question Q&A. If you are unfamiliar with the series, follow these links:
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FYI: [R]evolving Incarnations is taking a break this week, as I am still spending time with The Chef before he leaves on his trip!
10 Delicious Literary Beers to Drink While Reading [courtesy Flavorwire]
Which ones have you tried?
Ruth Prawer Jhabvala Dead [courtesy of HuffPost Books]
Roger Ebert Dead [courtesy HuffPost Entertainment]
Vonnegut Quote
Still Life with Piles of French Novels and a Glass with a Rose, Vincent van Gogh, 1887
…kind of want to marry the snazzy gent on the cover of the Early Spring 2013 Daedalus Books catalogue. My secret is safe with you, right?
He’s dreamy, isn’t he?
Fascinating Photos of Famous Authors as Teenagers [courtesy Flavorwire]
Be sure to come back and tell me your thoughts!
Virginia Woolf drowned on this day in 1941, her pockets deliberately heavy with stones. Did she, I wonder, caress their smooth surfaces with the pads of her thumbs, as she waded into the water? Did she choose her death-coat because it had roomy pockets, or because it was her favourite? Was she being sentimental or practical?
Virginia Woolf, 1902
The River Ouse received her whilst her books were on shelves in libraries and homes around the world. It wasn’t enough, but why should it be? Private wars are always the hardest fought, and are seldom won.
What words and ideas did she leave unwritten? Would they have changed literature, changed the world, changed me? Ah, but we’ll never know.
The 22 Most Iconic Book Covers Of All Time [courtesy BuzzFeed]
Do you agree or disagree with their choices?
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