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[Book Nerd Links] Lighthearted Literary Links for a Gorgeous Monday

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It’s Opening Day! If you live in America, you know what this means. For the rest of you, I’m referring to our national pastime: baseball. This is my excuse for being (otherwise) absent from the blog today. Here are some links to tide you over. See you tomorrow!

Bob Feller for Roadmaster, 1941

Legendary Cleveland pitcher Bob Feller for Roadmaster, 1941.

15 March 1983: Rebecca West

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Dame Rebecca West died on 15 March 1983. She was ninety.

Rebecca West

Rebecca West

“It is always one’s virtues and not one’s vices that precipitate one into disaster.”-Rebecca West

“It isn’t only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.”-Rebecca West, The Birds Fall Down

Fun Fact: Rebecca West and H.G. Wells were the parents of author Anthony West (1914-1987). The latter had a contentious-at-best relationship with his mother, who never married his much-adored father. Let’s just say that his childhood was a sticky, complicated mess and leave it at that.

Since I’ll Likely Never Top Last Year’s Birthday Letter to Jack Kerouac, Here it is Again

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[This originally appeared on the blog one year ago.]

Oh, Jean-Louis. You problematic, magnetic SOB. Ninety-two years to the day after your birth, and we-the writers, readers, and open souls of the world-still cannot escape your torturous orbit. As for me: my heart is willing, but my mind is not quite able to sprint the final few yards into your embrace. I promise to try again, like I always do. You know how it goes. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s the two of us, together. I love you and hate you and love-hate-hate-love you. This dance we do will never end; the steps and the rhythm will change, but the tune will echo to eternity. Until next time.

Love and kisses and shrugs,

Maedez

On the Road

On the Road

“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”-Jack Kerouac

A Change in Scenery Does a Writer Good

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Out of town. Away. Other. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. New, old sights and sounds. Anything but the daily, same old same old mind-trap. A new view. A new view, even if it’s one you’ve seen before. 

Partial Skyline at Sunset

Partial City Skyline at Sunset. Hometown. It’s always good to see you.

Books. Borrowed books. A new rhythm, a new attitude, a new mind-altitude.

East to the Dawn

East to the Dawn