NYRB Classics collector. Reads anything, so long as it's good. Sometimes historian. Frequently grumpy: you've been warned. Also at aliceunderskies.tumblr.com.
Prolonged interest in saintliness is an illness which requires a few years’ convalescence. Then, you are seized by a desire to pick up your sadness and roam under another sky, to grow strong elsewhere. The need for space is a counter-reaction to the infinity of saintliness. You feel like lying in the grass and looking up at the sky, free from the prejudice of its heights.A collection of aphorisms more than anything, a few of which--the above, particularly--set off fireworks in my head and actually completely changed my brain. Too personal to review properly; a very important book for me.