Manuel António Pina no recolhimento deste blogue, longe do clamor da cólera e da política, e um lamento (mais ou menos) profissional: que na cabeça de alguns comerciantes de livros os escritores existam apenas quando morrem. Ver as montras das livrarias celebrar o desaparecimento é a última derrota do poeta. Dias tristes que mais tristes ficam, pequenos charcos de nada.
20/10/12
13/10/12
11/10/12
Notas para um mapa mental americano
Syracuse. Big Sur. Manhattan. Rocky Mountains. Route 66. Memphis. Las Vegas. Death Valey. Seattle. Alaska. Great lakes. Illinoise. Amarillo. New Orleans. Connecticut. Nantucket. Santa Barbara. San Francisco. Mulholland Dr. Oklahoma City.
07/10/12
20/09/12
12/09/12
05/09/12
A dull succession of thrones and murderous clerical wrangling
When exams were over Tony said he was taking charge of my reading. Enough novels! He was appalled by my ignorance of what he called 'our island story'. He was right to be. I'd studied no history at school beyond the age of fourteen. Now I was twnty-one, blessed with a priviliged education, but Agincourt, the Divine Right of Kings, the Hundred Years war were mere phrases to me. The very word 'history' conjured a dull succession of thrones and murderous clerical wrangling. But I submitted to the tutelage. The material was more interesting than maths and my reading list was short - Winston Churchill and G. M. Trevelyan. The rest my professor would talk me through.
Sweet Tooth, pág. 22.
04/09/12
Plat du jour
Chegaram. O novo de McEwan e o primeiro livro que eu irei ler de Hemingway - é uma promessa. Darei notícias.
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