It took me 6 months to read The Brothers K.
It took me 2 days to read The Hunger Games.
I enjoyed them both. I’d venture to say that I benefited from both.
The Brothers K moved me at an existential level, provoked me, reminded me of my humanity. It was unforgettably profound.
The Hunger Games moved me at a primal/visceral level. It entertained me. It kept me riveted. It distracted me when I needed some distraction.
Two of the best books I’ve ever read, in such different ways, back to back.
Just started reading it yesterday. Can’t put it down. Not only does it open your eyes to the ways in which the modern world has been carved by corporations, but it’s a masterful study of individual human psychology.
Hope to post more as I read through it. For now I can say The Secret History of the American Empire is the most stimulating work of non-fiction I’ve read in a long time.
Till We Have Faces remains one of my favorite works of literature. Enjoy this…
I felt as, I suppose, a tortured prisoner feels when they dash water in his face to rouse him from his faint, and the truth, worse than all his fantasies, becomes clear and hard and unmistakable again around him…
‘She is happy,’ said my heart. ‘Whether it’s madness or a god or a monster, or whatever it is, she is happy. You have seen that for yourself. She is ten times happier, there in the mountain, than you could ever make her. Leave her alone.’
My heart did not conquer me. I perceived now that there is a love deeper than theirs who seek only the happiness of their beloved… My hand went back to the sword. Psyche should not – least of all contentedly – make sport for a demon.