R & R Borges
Memo of myself: Never write again after two Clock at night, a review. So many typos as in the past I had long gone there. And I've even required before I posted it. This is really embarrassing to it. Ash over my head, and further in the text.
I can finally read again. Unfortunately, I now had to find it often enough that you can have not only a writer's block, but also a regular reading block. At least I have now and such. I want to read, have a good book within reach. Even have time to read. But it's not the same. After two sets, I realize that I can not remember what was in the first. Then there is this strange uneasiness. The real blockade, this time not to communicate inhibit the fingers to tap and the head with the ideas seem, but a layer of cotton wool packed full of nerve tingling, crawling ants between the brain and eyes. A few sit in the stomach and scurry around there, faster and faster if I even think I sit down and take a book in his hand.
But as I said, I can read again. And I read, plus one of my favorite authors: Jorge Luis Borges . have And I owe my acquaintance with him and his lyrics just a happy twist of fate:
I was not really to Borges, but he came to me. By mail.
My mother is a member of Büchergilde Gutenberg. If this is just, this is a more upscale version of the Bertelsmann clubs. Here you can buy jewelry, especially issues and special editions. Hardcover books bound in real cloth with this illustration of a more or less known artists. Together, these two have
publishing trade, that required regularly to enter something to buy. Coming to the do not get sent to the Club's proposal. " Binding, but subject to an urgent reminder. No pat on the back of the head, more like a stab in the eye. I digress.
nuts had ordered anything and was now so that draft. It was an illustrated, cloth-bound edition Borges' short story collection, "The Aleph."
you would not. Now it is with me so that I books, which are located practically in my possession, or in this case in which a family member who does not like to give her back. It does not matter if I know the author or the title or not. Before she could send it back I intervened and bought it there. So over the bill, they had not yet paid, yes.
Borges once stood on my shelf. Six months, probably longer. Until I was about to turn off or move in search of relatively thin, yet unread books. They had to be thin, so they do not so much Place and took away especially not caused so much weight. "The Aleph" one hundred percent corresponded to these criteria.
However, it was caused by a blockade and further reading the latest work by Stephen King, more than a month until I put myself on the way to my school in his pocket. For the web, so I'm short stories are particularly suitable.
borrowing a lot more demands than we are in a perfect pass to the crowded train in the situation, I was soon recognized. But just as soon he was handcuffed me and pulled me into his maze of confusion, his kingdom of mirrors and tigers. He accompanied me through the coldest hours of the darkest stations. Drove the longest minutes of the day when he would swallow them easily. Long I was a writer not so bound.
first I woke back before language. Borges writes simple. Then I realized he just writes great. No word is too much. The language seems simple, but it is so clear and sharp and so damn accurate. I vacillate between astonishment, adoration and biting envy.
Not to forget the plot. The most fantastic of the area. Caution, not to be confused with the now absolutely standard fantasy genre! Borges pulls one into a labyrinth, a seemingly clear track and put them at the end you realize that you missed the other three have and are running in the wrong direction. Or he can equal the reader completely in the dark and at the end you're still not quite sure where the top and now was out lower.
addition to the "Aleph" I have now risen to "universal history of infamy" and "fiction". All short stories. It still wait a few lyrical novels and volumes to me.
Can not wait. ;)
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