Sublime

— Acho que estou me apaixonando de verdade por você,

I’d picked most of them up at used bookstores in Osaka, but I got my copies of Faulkner’s Light in August and Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain and Buddenbrooks from this young guy who showed up at the bar one day. This was after Mum and Komi died, when I was in my first year of high school. I didn’t remember the guy’s name, much less his face. He j

maverick.

Everything was raised, higher and higher, the intensity increased, and within the tightly set framework, which in the end comprised only mother and son, a kind of boundlessness arose, something wild and reckless. Into it disappeared plot and space, what was left was emotion, and it was stark, you were looking straight into the essence of human exis

“Unpacking My Library,”

That Thomas had worked for the Chronicle since 1976 was easily established, as was the fact that he’d published three brief novels since that date. Out of a sense of delicacy Carleton never mentioned that he owned all three of these, and found them elegant and elliptical, couched in prose that had the cadence of the King James Bible, and concerned

The situation was highly ironic. There he was defending theories about sticking together and solidarity, yet he was the one who had been ostracized and stood alone. He was the one who observed the world through idealistic, abstract eyes, who had a more refined soul than any of the others, he was the one who lifted and carried, hammered and pounded,

Eram livros sobre jovens que não se adaptavam à sociedade, que desejavam para suas vidas mais do que uma simples rotina, mais do que uma família, em suma, jovens que desprezavam a burguesia e saíam em busca da liberdade. Eles viajavam, enchiam a cara, liam e sonhavam com um grande amor ou com um grande romance.