A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.
By the time Djuna Barnes (born June 12, 1892) wrote Nightwood, she was already a celebrated journalist. She got her first job as a reporter at the Brooklyn Daily Eagle by saying at the interview: “I can draw and write, and you’d be a fool not to hire me.”
The helpful thought for which you look
Is written somewhere in a book.
Though creepy-cute pioneer Edward Gorey (died April 15, 2000) was not a fan of children, he did love the ballet, cats, and, perhaps incongruously, fur coats. He left his estate to a trust benefiting animals--his cats continued to live at his house after his death.
2016 is at an end and frankly I'm surprised how I finished the year. Instead of just reading 54 or 55 books for the year, I finished with 58! Personally I believe I completed 7 books this month to actually break my personal best total for books read. My total for pages is officially 27606, which if you remember my November update I had already passed by old record.
As for 2017, well given the last year here on BookLikes I'll be doing more stuff on my Wordpress page than here. If BookLikes makes a comeback then I might show up here more. Anyways, have a Happy New Year...
The first three published poetic volumes of T.S. Eliot career were a sudden surprise upon the literary community, but it was the third that became a centerpiece of modernist poetry. Published within a 5 year period during which not only Eliot’s style was refined but also influenced by his personal life and health. Throughout the rest of his career, Eliot would build upon and around these works that would eventually lead to the Noble Prize in Literature and a prominent place in today’s literature classes.
While I am right now in no way ready to critique Eliot’s work, I will do so in the volume it was presented in. While the publishers and editors wanted to present Eliot’s work with his personal Notes or footnotes in the back of the book to preserve the author’s intention of presentation, over the course of reading the exercise of going from the front of the book to the back to understand the footnotes became tiresome. And while reading “The Waste Land” I had three places marked in my book so as to read the poem and then look at Eliot’s own Notes and the publisher’s footnotes, which quickly became a trial.
This is a book I’m going to have to re-read over and over again for years to come to truly appreciate Eliot’s work. If you’re a better rounded literary individual than I am then this volume will probably be for you as it presents Eliot’s work in the forefront with no intruding footnotes at the bottom of the page; however if you are a reader like myself who wants to enjoy Eliot but needs the help of footnotes I suggest getting another volume in which footnotes are closer to the text they amply.