Obituary: Antonis Samarakis. The masterpiece of the Greek writer Antonis Samarakis, who has died aged 83, To Lathos (The Flaw, 1965), was eerily prophetic of the military dictatorship that was shortly to be established in his native land.
The novel, translated into English by Peter Mansfield and Richard Burns, in 1969, dealt with the fate of a suspect detained in an unspecified police state; a plan is devised to make him attempt to escape, thereby proving his guilt, or confess to his anti-state crimes under interrogation. The flaw is the plan's failure to allow for the human factor, the fellow-feeling that the interrogator develops for the suspect during their time together.
The novel was awarded the coveted prize of the Twelve in Greece in 1966 and the Grand Prix de la Littèrature Policière in France in 1970. It was also turned into a successful film by Peter Fleischmann in 1974. Samarakis was born in Athens and studied law at Athens University. Literary Notes: Why do women read romantic fiction? - Arts and Entertainment - The Independent. The attitude is typical, and it isn't only men who talk like that.
Some women also sneer at those of their sex who read love stories. But war stories, westerns, spy stories are all accepted as respectable because they are read by men. It is only women's light reading which is derided. Virginia Woolf in her book A Room of One's Own says, "It is obvious that the values of women differ from those of men, yet it is masculine values that prevail, in fiction as in fact. Anthony Burgess and Malcom McDowell analysis Clockwork Orange. Articles Title Detail. Foucault’s Don Quixote.
The Essence of the Japanese Mind: Haruki Murakami and the Nobel Prize. Proust. Bolaño Inc. by Horacio Castellanos Moya. Roberto Bolaño is being sold in the U.S. as the next Gabriel García Márquez, a darker, wilder, decidedly un-magical paragon of Latin American literature.
But his former friend and fellow novelist, Horacio Castellanos Moya, isn’t buying it. I had told myself I wasn’t going to say or write anything more about Roberto Bolaño. The subject has been squeezed dry these last two years, above all in the North American press, and I told myself that there was already enough drunkenness. Pinterest. Andrew Hodgson on Alexander Trocchi. ‘The Infatuations,’ by Javier Marías. “They became almost obligatory.
No, that’s the wrong word for something that gives one pleasure and a sense of peace. Perhaps they became a superstition; but, no, that’s not it either. . . . ” Marías has pointed out that the Latin root of the verb “to invent,” invenire, means to discover or find out. His special gift is to bring these two processes, inquiry and narration, into a conjunction, making things up as he discovers them and discovering them as he makes them up. Fingio. From Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes, 1906 edition.
Illustration by Gustave Doré. “There can be no immigrants in utopia”: On “Haute Surveillance” by Johannes Göransson. 1.
Before we settle into our plush, faux-velvet seats, share bags of popcorn and watch the latest film about zombies who managed to escape from Pittsburgh and its parking lots, does anyone out there dream of making a movie about Jeffrey Dahmer starring Brad Pitt or James Franco? No matter where you turn, post-9/11 America keeps upping the ante in the contradiction department. A typical day is apt to mean the press finds it necessary to document the three designer outfits the pregnant Kim Kardashian needed to wear in a span of less than twelve hours, while a photogenic newscaster with perfect teeth dutifully files a report about a baby that died of starvation, shrapnel or sexual abuse (take your pick) during the past twenty-four hours. The appropriate music follows each of these segments.
Postino Kerouac. J D Salinger. How bad was J.M. Barrie? Hoaxes of Dreams. From Don Quixote, by Miguel de Cervantes.
Illustration by Gustave Doré, 1863. by William Egginton Popularly known as the father of modern philosophy, René Descartes won that title ostensibly by rejecting traditional modes of intellectual inquiry largely associated with commentary on prior texts, and replacing them with the first attempt at a kind of radical phenomenology. The drama of this attempt is conveyed autobiographically in the first of his six Meditations, in which he describes the strenuous process of sloughing off received ideas and subjecting everything he thinks he knows to doubt. He finds it tough going, and repeatedly realizes that he has fallen back on some “long standing opinions” that “take advantage of his credulity.”
The distinction Descartes’ experiment engendered is basic to modern thought. It is crucial to add that this is not merely an issue of noting the presence of a similar figure in two books. Manuscript: Previously Unseen Pages from Truman Capote’s Unfinished Novel Answered Prayers. Thomas Powers reviews ‘The Voice Is All’ by Joyce Johnson · LRB 25 October 2012. Jack Kerouac’s short life, big talent and last dollar were all just about exhausted when the young writer Joyce Glassman bought him a dinner of hot dogs and beans on a Saturday night in New York City in January 1957.
Glassman understood he was broke, but the rest she learned only later. She thought Kerouac was beautiful, with his blue eyes and sunburned skin. He had recently returned from 63 days alone on a fire tower in the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific North-West, where he wrote furiously in his journal and was tormented by dark thoughts of mortality. Glassman was 21, born, raised and educated on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Literary realism is dead. We’ve waited seven years for Zadie Smith’s NW, the same number of years it took Joseph O’Neill to write Netherland and for Tom McCarthy to place Remainder with a mainstream publisher.
It’s been four years since Smith pitted these two books against each other in her much ballyhooed (and occasionally derided) New York Review of Books essay “Two Paths for the Novel,” where she put all her bets for the novel’s future on the darkest horse in the race, the anti-lyrical avant-garde. In the essay, Smith grounded her argument on the idea of an “ailing literary culture,” lamenting that each and every novel published now clamors to be heard like church bells rung by wild sugar high children: “All novels,” she writes, “attempt to cut neural routes through the brain, to convince us that down this road the true future of the novel lies.” But let me back up a little bit. An Essential Stormy Weather Reading List. In case you haven’t heard, a massive storm is slated to sock the Northeast over the next two days as Hurricane Sandy, combined with a wintery cold weather system (that’s why it’s earned the seasonally-appropriate nickname “Frankenstorm”) threatens to slam into us.
A Rare Look at Samuel Beckett's Doodle-Filled Notebooks. By Maria Popova What colored crayons have to do with deadpan philosophical humor and the gargoyles of Notre-Dame. Novelist, playwright, poet, and Nobel laureate Samuel Beckett (1906-1989) is one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Departures: The Novel, the Non-Place and the Airport. Bianca Leggett The term airport novel is something of a misnomer: while the spy novel must by definition involve spying and the historical novel takes readers back into history, airport novels aspire to remove us from the world of the airport.
105, Edmund White. I first met Edmund White following his move from New York to Paris in 1983. His novel A Boy’s Own Story (1982) had been recommended to me by Odile Hellier, in whose American bookshop, The Village Voice, White was scheduled to read. On the evening of the reading, the upstairs wing of Hellier’s store was packed with curious newcomers. White’s generous and genial personality, as well as his affective reading of his autobiographical novel—the first in a tetralogy dealing with gay experience in America—won White many new readers and inspired me to ask him to sit for an interview for the International Herald Tribune in April, 1984. Over the next four years, White and I ran into each other often at various Paris gatherings, or at Village Voice literary evenings, and I meanwhile followed his essays and reviews in The New York Review of Books, The New York Times Book Review, and American Vogue, where he is a contributing editor.
Our interview took place on a Sunday afternoon in mid-April, 1988. Cards of Identity by Joyce Carol Oates. Dickens the Inimitable. Ben Lerner.
William S. Burroughs. Orhan Pamuk. David Foster Wallace. Carlos Fuentes. Theo Tait reviews ‘Sputnik Sweetheart’ by Haruki Murakami, translated by Philip Gabriel · LRB 18 October 2001. Ernest Hemingway: Photos From LIFE Magazine of the Great Writer in Decline, Cuba 1952. That Ernest Hemingway was, for years, the most celebrated writer in America is hardly surprising. How To Write The Great American Novel. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the Great American Novel if your name is George R. R. Walker Percy. Paul Auster. The novel as grab bag.