Sunday, January 22, 2006

Thundering Futility

It has been a weekend spent with Kluge as well as further enroads into drama. I have felt that my reading of the latter will develop, becoming more aware of space and detection.

The Weiss continues to linger, the hopeless stare of the protagonist at the events of the 1937. The montage of doom from Spain, Austria and Czechslovakia. The allusions to Celine and the paintings of Delacroix: the utter density of history crashing down.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Cpl. Roberto Delgado said...

Bonafacia and clan have held me captive in short burst of reading. Trying so hard not to burn through this book, but rather savor this Llosa story for another day.

Perhaps a suggestion for a follow up Llosa read after The Green House. If last year was my Stegner year of reading, 2006 will be Llosa.
Cheers E

6:11 AM  
Blogger jon faith said...

I think I can provide a stopgap for your next fix. Leave a message on when you'd like to meet and I'll bring you some shorter jewels to whet before another trip to the Epics. Sorry for sounding so obscure, it must be the espresso. ciao - jon

8:17 AM  
Blogger edward parish said...

We meeting at the Public House this week? Any evening but tonight is good.

9:25 AM  

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