Apr 24, 2007 17:38
I continue to slack like a beast, reading far too slowly. Ah well, progress is progress, and the list of magic realist books is drawing to a close. Too bad that several of those which remain are six-to-seven-hundred page monstrosities. I am going to read The Tin Drum, no matter how daunting it looks.
Also, I was thinking recently that I should shut the hell up and stop telling people all my good ideas. The line of reasoning, which came upon me quite suddenly, as if from without, ran like this: If a person wants something, they should strive, not to acquire it, but to deserve it. I ask myself, what kinds of people are they that deserve to write and be read? Answer - those people who have something valuable to say. But then, doesn't it seem strange to say, "I have something to say" if you've already said it? Doesn't "having something to say" imply that whatever insight you've got has yet to be articulated? So maybe, I should shut my mouth, and keep my ideas for my books.
Or maybe that's complete nonsense. Well, it was just a thought. A little less talking would satisfy my inner Buddhist anyway.
Finished Reading: Italo Calvino, If On A Winters Night A Traveler
Date Finished: 23 April
Currently Reading: Gabriel Garcia Marquez, The Complete Short Stories
Date Started: 24 April