Ever since CDs stopped being relevant, there are only two things in the world I like to purchase: clothes & books.
With clothes I get to express my moods, manifest ideas and cause immediate reactions. With books I absorb others’ impressions and feelings through their creative view of the world, and respond mentally to them.
I’m an avid yet inconstant reader, and I tend to read several novels at the same time – besides all the other readings I regularly do.
Sometimes it can take months before I finish one piece of work. This may be due to my reluctance to part from an enticing or surprising narrative – I get too attached to these universes which eventually help me build my own.
There are five books between which I’m presently dividing my attention, all I can but highly recommend:
1. Sagarana, by Guimarães Rosa;
2. Le Marin de Gibraltar, by Marguerite Duras;
3. Todos los fuegos el fuego, by Julio Cortázar;
4. The Line of Beauty, by Allan Hollinghurst and
5. The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath.
All of these are remarkable in their own right, but I am absolutely fascinated by Sylvia Plath’s only published novel.
It is so relieving to enter someone else’s life, sharing their impressions, views, loves and fears, it is like one gets a singular chance of reinterpreting one’s own reality.
Something I most earnestly ought to do.