#nina maclaughlin

[llovelymoonn]

on november

nina maclaughlin the paris review: "on the first of november, the ghosts arrive" \\ emily dickinson in a letter to elizabeth holland (early nov, 1865) (via @flowerytale) \\ anna akhmatova rosary \\ philip jenks colony collapse metaphor: "november" \\ robert frost the complete poems: "my november guest" \\ ellis nightingale (@ellisnightingale) \\ @honeytuesday \\ nina maclaughlin the paris review: "the dark feels different in november" \\ l.m. montgomery anne of green gables \\ maggie stiefvater the scorpio races (via @metamorphesque) \\ sylvia plath the unabridged journals of sylvia plath (via @louisegluck)

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[journalofsolitude]

from Summer Solstice by Nina MacLaughlin

#nina maclaughlin #text #quotes #yarrow

[justforbooks]

A celebration and meditation on the season for drinking hot chocolate, spotting a wreath on a neighbor's door, experiencing the change in light of shorter days. All aspects of Winter, from the meteorological to the mythological, are captured in this masterful essay, told in wise and luminous prose that pushes back the dark.

Winter begins with the shortest day of the year before nightfall. As in her companion volume, Summer Solstice, the author meditates on both the dark and the light and what this season means in our lives. "Winter tells us," Nina MacLaughlin says, "more than petaled spring, or hot-grassed summer, or fall with its yellow leaves, that we are mortal. In the frankness of its cold, in the mystery of its deep-blue dark, the place in us that knows of death is tickled, focused, stoked. The angels sing on the doorknobs and others sing from the abyss. The sun has been in retreat since June, and the heat inside glows brighter in proportion to its absence. We make up for the lost light in the spark that burns inside us."

If Winter is a time you love for its memories and traditions, if you love writing that takes your breath away with lyrical leaps across time and space, Winter Solstice is an unforgettable book you'll cherish.

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#just for books #Nina Maclaughlin #winter solstice #book review

[girlwithlandscape]

“November is a hinge in the year, and the door gets opened to ghosts.”

— Nina MacLaughlin, “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”

#november #quote #nina maclaughlin #ghosts #spooky shit #moods #autumn #fall

[romanticbroadcast]

I was too much. I was too much for anyone to bear. It was the most terrible thing, to horrify a person into paralysis, to know, with every encounter, that I am a monster too frightening for anyone to see, or touch, or love.

— Nina MacLaughlin, Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung

#quote #literature #words #nina maclaughlin #wake siren

[oldwinesoul]

“But the dark feels different in November.”

—Nina MacLaughlin, "The Dark Feels Different in November", The Paris Review

#poets on tumblr #dark academia #aesthetic #spilled poetry #words #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #19th century #vintage #love poem #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia books #renaissance art #renaissance #poetry #dark academia lovers #vintage classics #dark acdemia #nina maclaughlin

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Long light and there’s something in the air. Frog-song and bug-song. Honeysuckle. Dew in the air and beading on the tips of petal tongues. Soon, maybe, campfire smoke in the shoulder of the sweatshirt of the person laying next to you on the tennis court, in their hair, smoke in their hair. And now and then, above, a whisking line of light across the darkness, evanescent, effervescent as a soda bubble at the back of the nose—did you see that?—there, gone, perception at the edge of the senses, a wish, and it is summer and there is freedom, and time, and luck to be had.

—Nina MacLaughlin, 'The Start of Summer', from Summer Solstice in The Paris Review

#nina maclaughlin #summer #summer solstice #the paris review #mine #described

[libraryleopard]

used bookstores my beloved 🥰

books from top to bottom:

wake, siren by nina maclaughlin

interior chinatown by charles yu

johnny appleseed by joshua whitehead

a safe girl to love by casey plett

for thy great pain have mercy on my little pain by victoria mackenzie

#lulu speaks #lulu reads #books #wake siren #nina maclaughlin #interior chinatown #charles yu #johnny appleseed #joshua whitehead #a safe girl to love #casey plett #for thy great pain have mercy on my little pain #victoria mackenzie

[andrumedus]

Maybe in your life you have pressed your forehead against another’s forehead. And maybe in that moment, you were not mother or father or child or sister or brother or friend or lover. Maybe in that moment, you were two skulls, two moons, hidden behind a thin cloud of forehead, behind a thin mist of eyelid, two skull moons glowing against each other, skull curve surface touching, eye sockets cratering, and the increasing complexity of truth collecting in the dark and infinite space that pooled in the shadowed place at the backs of your heads.

Nina MacLaughlin, “Strawberry Moon”

#quotes #prose #essays #nina maclaughlin #the moon in full #we sit in each other's souls #i have known my body as a plexus of river #tender‚ delicate #links #m #x

[cynefinsstuff]

Talking incessantly about myself instead of drinking that coffee. Ohh how I loathe myself. Silence is the soul of solitude and becomes a soul stirrer in gatherings of unlike-mindeds and which scares me to talk, to talk incessantly and desperately searching for something;anything to make me silent, to liberate me from this torment of talking. Ohh I desperately I crave to keep silent while talking incessantly!!!!!

#anaïs nin #classical literature #coffee #fyodor dostoevsky #mahmoud darwish #quote #light academic aesthetic #mona lisa smile #nina maclaughlin #mary ruefle

[yes-lukewinter]

Sullo had told me that certain projects help you feel clean, and I know now what he meant. It’s the cleanse that comes with a connection to the stuff and the things closest to us, of having some understanding of how to take something apart and put it back together. What I’ve come to know, as my boss Mary and I have moved from job to job, is the way some semblance of control over the physical world around us grounds us, makes us more alert and more open to what’s in front of our faces every day. And in that lies the recognition of time and its impact; we see it in the chipping paint on the windowsill, the rust on the door hinge, the droop of an unwatered plant.

Nina MacLaughlin, in Everything Must Go

#quotes #Nina MacLaughlin #woodwork #work #craft #grift #time #labour #materials #labor

[littleragondin]

"We three sisters found the place where his bones where buried and flung ourselves upon the ground. We wailed and mourned and were helpless in our sorrow, our young brother gone gone gone. Who were we without him? Incomplete.

Brothers go away sometimes."

-The Heliades in Wake, Siren - Ovid Resung by Nina Maclaughlin

#quotes #the heliades #Phaethon #greek mythology #roman mythology #Nina Maclaughlin #siblings #grief #words

[incalculablepower]

Ten days later I returned, with more of my wits about me, to have the healing process assessed. “You mentioned bone matter,” I said. A piece of bone matter had been crammed into the socket where my tooth had been, into which a small titanium rod would be inserted, onto which a new fake tooth would be attached. “Bone matter?” I said. “Yes,” the doctor said. “Cadaver bone,” she said. Ghost bone in my face. “In time,” she explained, “your own bone will absorb the cadaver bone, and in time, it will become entirely your bone.” I expressed my amazement. “The body is in a constant state of destruction and creation,” the doctor said. “The body will always try to move toward equilibrium.” Ghost bone in my skull becomes my own bone. Absorbed and altered, destroyed and created, equilibrated, chew and swallow. Hunger Moon - Nina MacLaughlin

#me too #nina maclaughlin

[morgan--reads]

Wake, Siren - Nina MacLaughlin

Summary: The myths of Ovid's Metamorphoses, told from the point of view of the women, goddesses, and female monsters in the tales. 

Quote: “Want is the only thing. One wants to eat the other. I want this to stop. Someone else wants it not to stop. Whose want wins? If we are basing it on duration, mine does. Because my want for it to stop does not ever end. If we are basing it on who gets what they want? His.” 

My rating: 3.75/5.0  Goodreads: 3.81/4.0

Review: Like many adaptations, MacLaughlin sometimes clings too hard to her source material and the retellings can feel stale, as though they are simply the Ovid stories translated into modern English with a slight shift in narration. In addition, MacLaughlin’s narrative style often feels like it’s trying too hard to be casual and relatable. But some of the stories go beyond these flaws to engage critically with Ovid or to really bring home the horror of some of the concepts. These stories don’t make for happy reading, but when they work they are visceral, moving, and terribly real. 

Content note: sexual assault and rape play a prominent role in most of the stories

Read-alike: Women and Other Monsters - Jess Zimmerman

#wake siren #nina maclaughlin #book review #ovid #ovid's metamorphoses #greek myth

[romanticbroadcast]

Those questions no longer come, and a more important one has taken their place: how to continue to make sense of yourself as time changes you?

— Nina MacLaughlin, Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung

#quote #literature #words #nina maclaughlin #wake siren #q

[kamreadsandrecs]

#books #essays #nina maclaughlin #winter solstice