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Emile Zola (1840-1902) - French writer, the most important exemplar of the literary school of naturalism and an important contributor to the development of theatrical naturalism.

Emile Zola (1840-1902) - French writer, the most important exemplar of the literary school of naturalism and an important contributor to the development of theatrical naturalism.

Murakami

Murakami

The Remains of the Day

The Remains of the Day

Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi

Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi

Germinal: Emile Zola

Germinal: Emile Zola

Crime & Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Crime & Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Bleak House

Bleak House

Penguin Great Ideas series

Penguin Great Ideas series

balzac ~ old goriot

balzac ~ old goriot

On the Shortness of Life by Seneca

On the Shortness of Life by Seneca


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A Hero of Our Time - Mikhail Lermontov.  The story is divided into five seperate tales.  The "hero" is disreputable and Byronic.  Lermontov claims that he is not a character at all, but rather a composite of all of the justified vices of his time.

A Hero of Our Time - Mikhail Lermontov. The story is divided into five seperate tales. The "hero" is disreputable and Byronic. Lermontov claims that he is not a character at all, but rather a composite of all of the justified vices of his time.

The Death of Ivan Ilych. by Leo Tolstoy

The Death of Ivan Ilych. by Leo Tolstoy

sartre ~ the age of reason

sartre ~ the age of reason

denis johnson ~resuscitation of a hanged man~ “’Do you know what I mean?’ he asked one of the people he was sharing a table with, but he didn’t know at which station of his thoughts his mouth had got on” (p27). “’I approached from out of the West with a Reuthers .44 magnum killing machine,’ English said, ‘and laid waste to the countryside’” (p250).

denis johnson ~resuscitation of a hanged man~ “’Do you know what I mean?’ he asked one of the people he was sharing a table with, but he didn’t know at which station of his thoughts his mouth had got on” (p27). “’I approached from out of the West with a Reuthers .44 magnum killing machine,’ English said, ‘and laid waste to the countryside’” (p250).

graham greene ~ the quiet american

graham greene ~ the quiet american

~stories of dylan thomas~    “This is a strange city, gentlemen on your own, gentlemen arm-in-arm making a rehearsed salute, gentlemen with ladies, ladies this is a strange city” (p104). “We are all metaphors of the sound of shape of the shape of sound, break us we take another shape” (p106).

~stories of dylan thomas~ “This is a strange city, gentlemen on your own, gentlemen arm-in-arm making a rehearsed salute, gentlemen with ladies, ladies this is a strange city” (p104). “We are all metaphors of the sound of shape of the shape of sound, break us we take another shape” (p106).

thomas pynchon gravity's rainbow - Google Search

thomas pynchon gravity's rainbow - Google Search

Post Office - Charles Bukowski

Post Office - Charles Bukowski

~delillo~ “A contagion had brought them here, some mystery of common impulse, hundreds of thousands come from so many histories and systems of being, come from some experience of the night before, a convergence of dreams, to stand together shouting as the Lincoln passed. They were here to be an event, a consciousness...” (pp393-4). “Flying down that freeway with those dying men in our arms and going to no telling where. Everything flashing by. A billboard reading, Roller Skating Time”…

~delillo~ “A contagion had brought them here, some mystery of common impulse, hundreds of thousands come from so many histories and systems of being, come from some experience of the night before, a convergence of dreams, to stand together shouting as the Lincoln passed. They were here to be an event, a consciousness...” (pp393-4). “Flying down that freeway with those dying men in our arms and going to no telling where. Everything flashing by. A billboard reading, Roller Skating Time”…

~stories of ambrose bierce~    “Grief is an artist of powers as various as the instruments upon which he plays his dirges for the dead, evoking from some the sharpest, shrillest notes, from others the low, grave chords that throb recurrent like the slow beating of a distant drum. Some natures it startles; some it stupefies. To one it comes like the stroke of an arrow, stinging all the sensibilities to a keener life; to another as the blow of a bludgeon, which in crushing benumbs” (p115).

~stories of ambrose bierce~ “Grief is an artist of powers as various as the instruments upon which he plays his dirges for the dead, evoking from some the sharpest, shrillest notes, from others the low, grave chords that throb recurrent like the slow beating of a distant drum. Some natures it startles; some it stupefies. To one it comes like the stroke of an arrow, stinging all the sensibilities to a keener life; to another as the blow of a bludgeon, which in crushing benumbs” (p115).

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