
New mission statement:
“We can still fight emptiness with fullness. Better to order the third plate of pasta. Better to graze each word once.”
New mission statement:
“We can still fight emptiness with fullness. Better to order the third plate of pasta. Better to graze each word once.”
In “The Emancipation of Me,” Madison admits he‘s never finished a Franzen book aside from his essay collection, “because who can‘t finish an essay collection?” His self-deprecating response is, “Most of my friends I give my book to probably.” This is obviously meant to be a joke but…WOW, I AGREE.
I shouldn‘t have finished this. I was deeply bored by it. And I‘m exactly his age, which means it should have been a delightful nostalgia trip. 👇🏻
Really enjoyed this. As its name suggests, the book consists of multiple, separate essays rather than a single narrative. They cover a variety of topics, such as commentary on other authors and personal stories. Throughout, Orwell doesn't shy away from commenting on issues and providing needed insight. High recommend.
My kitty Rory in her favorite spot as I finished up this one. I‘ve been a fan of Alton for years and I found a lot of his essays interesting. He made some great points with stuff while also giving a little peek behind the curtain to some of the projects he worked on. I definitely enjoyed this
#catsoflitsy
Francis Bacon once said that "...some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few are to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention."
I believe I have embarked on a work of the third type, and I know it will take a long while to finish. But when that day comes, that book will truly be mine.
We owe subjection...to all kings, for that concerns their office; but we do not owe esteem... Let us make this concession to the political order: to suffer them patiently if they are unworthy, by commending their indifferent actions if their authority needs our support. But, our dealings over, it is not right to deny to justice and to our liberty the expression of our true feelings.
(2025) The author, gazing on Arctic and mountain ice that she knows will be gone in a few short years, longs for a word to describe her sense of loss over something that isn't lost yet, and her urge to memorialize a climate that is only in the process of changing. From this departure point she muses about memory, memorials, monuments, language, responsibility, and the climate crisis. I recognize her feelings, and am grateful for her voicing them
An absolute joy to read. Exactly what you hope to find in non-fiction by someone with a poetry background.
Such a warm appreciation for food, connecting to remembrances shared with family and friends, of travel, of being the child of immigrants, of discovering the cultures and places of your family tree. 1/?