Hey. Finally remembered my log-in.

o andor adorno

Happy 100th to Mrs. Dalloway.

Dale Cooper looks like he smells incredible

550th bday for Michelangelo. @six18sfoundry.bsky.social

Holy shit. This is the real thing.

Musil Contra Mann: Just a taster for my longer analysis of the complex relationship between these two men (coming soon): open.substack.com/pub/genesegr...

Charles Dickens was born on this day in 1812. There’s a fascinating mini portrait of him in Zadie Smith’s novel The Fraud.

Huge if true.

I wrote a review of Let the Boys Play (2024) by Nicholas John Turner. Great book. My novel of the year for this year.

Kafka’s sisters.

The whale one.

The Gay Science, section 276.

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – (Happy birthday to Emily Dickinson)

the whole bird (Miss MacIntosh, My Darling)

Rilke’s birthday again.

William Blake was born on this day in 1757. Obsessed with the color of the sun.

One bit of Australian culture I learned about from Let the Boys Play is netball. I’d never heard of it.

Joining the club.

Leaning over to whisper in my date’s ear: “That’s the title.”

How did I get 400 new followers over night? What’s going on?

The Mill on the Floss.

11.14.1851.

Map and first page from new Every Arc Bends Its Radian by Sergio De La Pava.

Not the idea of the barbecue, but the barbecue itself.

Kazuo Ishiguro is 70 today. I’m still haunted by this novel of his years later.

Here we are again.

I’m so glad you reached out! I’m actually at capacity being crushed by the tradition of all dead generations, weighing like a nightmare on the brains of the living, and can’t hold space for you. is there someone else whom you can turn to for what can be, unburdened by what has been?

He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how: but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him. - - James Joyce, A Portrait

I wrote a review of Zadie Smith’s novel The Fraud.

My review of Ember Days, a new volume of poetry from Mary Gilliland.

Oy vez a novella is hard to publish so wrote an intro, accepted by Ekphrastic Review. About an “art historian” who tries to prove a randy Angel tormented Bosch’s grandparents, Vermeer is not what he seems, & the archangel who shepherded Piero. www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrast...

James Joyce died on this day in 1941. Here he is with grandson Stephen.

snow tree.

Books I read and reviewed in 2023.

My review of Old God’s Time.

Tolstoy by the sea, 1901.

Just chillin.

Marguerite Young w/ a typewriter and precarious piles of paper under her lamp.

I wrote a review of Teju Cole’s new book Tremor. It feels like an important book that offers some answers to ethical questions it raises.

The ‘real world’?: is, in truth, only a caricature of our great novels! - - Arno Schmidt

the tiny spark of contingency, of the Here and Now, with which reality has so to speak seared the subject… - - Walter Benjamin

50 years ago, Patrick White won the Nobel Prize. anzlitlovers.com/2023/10/05/p...

sky of another color.

Some starlings visiting.

My review of The Sitter, which is a very good novel.

Here is a pop quiz I made up on style in Nabokov and Proust.

Keep forgetting about this account.