few of my favorite things!
Ernst Hemingway used to have a big problem with the block. In his mini-autobiography, titled " A moveable feast", he mentions his struggle with evaporating words, dead ends and lost expressions every time he decides to sit and write. He would urge himself to write just one true word and take it from there; just one word and he is on the right track. Just a single word, how simple can that be!? yet some days he would finish hours-long writing session with scribbles on papers that eventually end up torn in the bottom of a trash-basket.
Emily Bronte, however, never wrote a memoir detailing the troubles she faced finishing her one and only novel, "Wuthering Heights" and yet, her literary style, warm emotional story line and magnificent expressions leave no room for doubts; "Wuthering Heights" was wrote continuously without a pause! The unique, tormenting love-story feels like a single sentence a rail road between two stations that accepts no stops in between.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez makes me cry and laugh at the same moment! His style is so unique, I swear I can smell him from a far! The dreamy, magnificent atmosphere he creates and the magical essence he adds to every normal detail in life is his trademark. Imaginative enough to make a magical town of mirrors out of a deserted banana farm in Columbia - yes, that's the real Macondo - only to tear it down. Either in long novels like "One hundred years of solitude" or in short ones like "Autumn of the Patriarch" and "Twelve Stories" Marquez never fails to set my tears free! How possibly can an author put all this deal of death, pain and suffering in a novel and still leave a space for cheerful moments?? The answer is simple, the kind of author who was born in a dictatorship; amid poverty, death, despair and civil war and still had to go on with his life.
Daphne Du Maurier's is a kind, warm style. The first novel of hers that I read was "My Cousin Rachel". I was so surprised to find out that by the time I finished the last page, I could start on reading the first page all over again. The same phenomenon repeated itself with "Rebecca". I really don't know why but when I am reading Daphne, I feel like I am a child again; completely relaxed in my cot listening to my mother as she tells me bed-time stories. It is completely effortless, Daphne tells and I just listen. So smoothly do I move from the introductions to the climax and finally to the epilogue.
Emily Bronte, however, never wrote a memoir detailing the troubles she faced finishing her one and only novel, "Wuthering Heights" and yet, her literary style, warm emotional story line and magnificent expressions leave no room for doubts; "Wuthering Heights" was wrote continuously without a pause! The unique, tormenting love-story feels like a single sentence a rail road between two stations that accepts no stops in between.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez makes me cry and laugh at the same moment! His style is so unique, I swear I can smell him from a far! The dreamy, magnificent atmosphere he creates and the magical essence he adds to every normal detail in life is his trademark. Imaginative enough to make a magical town of mirrors out of a deserted banana farm in Columbia - yes, that's the real Macondo - only to tear it down. Either in long novels like "One hundred years of solitude" or in short ones like "Autumn of the Patriarch" and "Twelve Stories" Marquez never fails to set my tears free! How possibly can an author put all this deal of death, pain and suffering in a novel and still leave a space for cheerful moments?? The answer is simple, the kind of author who was born in a dictatorship; amid poverty, death, despair and civil war and still had to go on with his life.
Daphne Du Maurier's is a kind, warm style. The first novel of hers that I read was "My Cousin Rachel". I was so surprised to find out that by the time I finished the last page, I could start on reading the first page all over again. The same phenomenon repeated itself with "Rebecca". I really don't know why but when I am reading Daphne, I feel like I am a child again; completely relaxed in my cot listening to my mother as she tells me bed-time stories. It is completely effortless, Daphne tells and I just listen. So smoothly do I move from the introductions to the climax and finally to the epilogue.