Kronološko urejanje spominov je zanimiva reč. Pred tem prvim koncem tedna na deželi so moji spomini na to jesen oddaljeni in zamegljeni: od tod naprej pa se izostrijo v čudovito jasno sliko. Prav tu odrevenele izložbene lutke mojega začetnega znanstva začenjajo zehati in se pretegovati in oživljati. Meseci so minili, preden sta se lošč in skrivnostnost novosti, ki sta mi preprečevala, da bi jih videl takšne, kakršni so, povsem obrabila - čeravno je bila njihova resničnost neprimerno zanimivejša, kot bi bila lahko katerakoli idealizirana različica - a prav tu, v mojem spominu, ponehavajo biti povsem tuji in se začenjajo prvič kazati v oblikah, ki so zelo podobne njihovim jasnim starim jazom.
-Donna Tartt, The Secret History (translated by Uroš Kalčič)
Yesterday I have started reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt, sort of as a head-start for a project called winter reading bingo (og. zimski knjižni bingo, courtesy of @dozadnjestrani on ig).
This book has been trending around the internet for quite some time and it's reputation had turned me away from it. Firstly, it is quite a thick book and I do have moderate big book fear, but mostly, it has a lot of red flags regarding it's graphic trigger warnings. Yet, besides all of that, The Secret History has awakened a worldwide idealized version of dark academia, a longing and thirst for knowledge, which I kind of need at this moment, since I have zero motivation to learn inorganic chemistry and thermodynamics.
So, without further a do, I present you (mostly myself), a reading journal with random quotes or passages, because I can't annotate library books and I had reserved little to no pages in my physical reading log to keep track of the progress in there.
(forgot to add, the comments and notes will all be in Slovene)
needless to say, uni (mostly stress) has gotten the best of me, so i’m still breaking down Rebecca page by page.
since the syllabus and lectures are so dense and the topics are piling up so quickly, draining me out by the end of the day, i have started carrying a book to class, reading it during our breaks. definitely a pleasent solution with a successful result.
regarding the book:
i completely understand why and where Taylor got her inspiration for (probably the greatest) track on evermore, tolerate it.
while i really enjoy the pacing, language, motifs and overall the depict of a toxic relationship, it’s SO frustrating. ofc no spoilers but gosh, some passages just make me want to throw the book through the window or feed it to the paper shredder, luckily it’s a library-borrowed book.
hopefully the reading slump will disappear alongside the mercury retrograde.
since september is the last month before uni starts (and everyone keeps telling me to indulge in reading before i get overflod with assignments), i gathered books i'm thrilled to dive in.
- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (anglophone book club),
- Exciting times by Naoise Dolan,
- The Death of Achilles by Boris Akunin (slavic book club),
in the past month i had encountered a reading slump, which made it hard to concentrate on books and their storylines. as a result i have only read three books.
1. Reka slezenaste barve by Barica Smole.
A Slovenian novel, somewhat of a memoir, which in fragments depicts our main character's childhood in a village during the socialist regime in the 50's and 60's.
{4.5/5⭐️}
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2. Čisto na dnu by Günter Wallraff. (org. in German, Ganz Unten)
Also a memoir. We follow a German journalist, who transforms himself into a Turkish worker in West Germany. He is able to higlight foreigners' work ethic and the lack of [ethic] in their supervisors. Shocking.
{4.5/5⭐️}
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3. Neprizadeti by Alberto Moravia. (eng. translation, The Time of Indifference)
Don't know how to objectively review this piece of work without ranting about Leo and his [awful] morality.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (Slovene translation)
“tako je, kot da bi gledal Pariz iz ekspresnega vlaka, ki gre v drugo smer - vsako sekundo je mesto manjše in manjše, dokler ne začutiš, da pravzaprav ti postajaš manjši in manjši in vse bolj osamljen, ko hitiš proč od vseh teh luči in od vznemirjenja z milijon kilometri na uro.”