Very sad... I'm not sure if it's sadder that there are no islands or that people didn't (and don't realise) because we all need our islands so badly, to be alone, to hide, to recover somehow after facing a world that does not give a fuck.
Published June 1989, the year after the Gallaudet University revolution.
Interesting but pretty basic. Good for me since I haven’t read much on the topic at all and it references other material (David Wright’s autobiography, for example) and gives enough of a basic history to give a casual reader a basic understanding. I’m quite sorry
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Susan Sontag is a brilliant writer and although the transcriptions of her diaries are not very interesting, as soon as she starts analysing, I'm all over this. The style is, in its semi-anthropological tone and vocabulary, intensely reminiscent of the fiction of Ursula Le Guin (I'm particularly thinking of 'Solitude' and 'The Telling',
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tba 09.10.12 Esta es la clase de estupideces retrogradas por la que el lenguaje no discriminatorio es necesario. Si bien es inegable que suena mal, eso es cuestión de ser más flexibles y buscar alternativas como la @, la x o la e en los plurales. También estaría bueno recordarles a los señores fans de la RAE que existen las palabras ‘persona’, ‘
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To be perfectly honest, Dickens' style is not to my cup of tea but he has his moments of greatness (in a book this long, on the other hand, it would be hard not to). Ironically, I do like the way he plays with language and goes on about things but I am not very interested in the things he goes on about and I wish he would take things seriously more
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‘A sentimental journey through France and Italy’ by Laurence Sterne
I have to say titling this France and Italy seems a bit unfair when there’s about 10% of it that’s set in the second. Also, what the hell is with it ending in the middle of a sentence?
Comments: I listened to this and I really enjoyed it in that format because it’s a very poetic kind of prose (as one might expect from a professional poet’s first big prose work). Plot wise it is not that exciting or brilliant, Esther spends most of the book feeling disdainful, despairing or indifferent to pretty much everything and this is
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Can’t deny Mantel is a skilled writer, I read this in two days and really enjoyed it. Narrative wise is a bit disconnected, with lots of flashbacks and flashforwards, anecdotally and philosophically it was very interesting.