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LITERARY STYLE INSPIRATION: THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN

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ROLLING WITH JAMES JOYCE ON AN IRISH HILL

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ODE TO THE BOOKISH GIRLS

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A story, within another story

a story within another storyThey told me summer comes to don short shorts and to go to the beach. They told me I should get some color into those cheeks and to brighten the darkness in my eyes. But why would I want to do that when I could be a thousand and one other places — walking around the barn with Tess of the D’Urbervilles or hiding in the folds of Anna Karenina’s skirt; having a laugh with Eduardo del Mar or talking in a black and white world with my librarian Borges. CONTINUE READING...

Heading to Morocco

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“That night I fell in love with a voice. Only a voice. I wanted to hear nothing more. I got up and walked away.”

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje

Some books are meant to be read, and then re-read, so you can experience every word, every all-consuming sentence written by the author.

I was given The English Patient by the one I fell in love with a long time ago. I remember we were in a garden, eating sandwiches and drinking cups of chocolate as a testament that we were wholly engrossed in our youth and resisting the idea of ever growing up and becoming responsible adults. CONTINUE READING...

Chasing butterflies

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I knew a man once who told me that we should go look for the rarest butterflies near the dingiest ponds and not on a flower or a leaf. He looked almost as old as time in his dark green corduroy jacket and thick rimmed glasses, his grey hair headed wherever his fingers would have slid to, while he recited whole stanzas from Shelley’s poetry.

I did find a rare butterfly and as the old man had said, CONTINUE READING...