Posts tagged NYRB Classics.

books I’ve read in January.

Spring nights can be strange and unpredictable. They make you think we have something in common with the stars.

Sunflower, Gyula Krúdy

I can’t resign myself to the fact that I live in order to die some day. I’d love to step off this well-trodden straight and boring path. To somehow live differently, think different thoughts, feel different feelings than others. It wouldn’t bother me to be as alone as a tree on the plains. My leaves would be like no other tree’s.

Sunflower, Gyula Krúdy

‘Spring!’ thought Miss Maszkerádi. ‘You are an idiot. I just don’t believe you!’

Sunflower, Gyula Krúdy

.. she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.

Sunflower, Gyula Krúdy

People as a rule do mean much more than they understand.

The Pilgrim Hawk, Glenway Wescott

books I’ve read in December (minus one: a book that wasn’t mine).

hello everyone new! thank you all for following me — i do feel very flattered. i would like to tell you something about me but there is not so very much to tell. last night i dreamt i was in school again and laura marling was there for a secret show.

also, i’m currently reading the new york stories of elizabeth hardwick and it’s very, very good. she is an incredible writer. her characters are real, her stories ‘familiar’. i highly recommend this book.

what’s your current read?

He did not know where he was going or what he would do. He had set off. Nothing lay behind him any more: nothing lay before him as yet. He was in space.

Georges Simenon, Monsieur Monde Vanishes