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tragic. this is why you shouldn't procrastinate, folks.
it's been like a week since i finished and this review has been long overdue. i kept saying i really wanna write a review about this but i still don't know how to talk about it.
picked this up on a random day but certainly with a huge expectation. it was a hit on booktwt and because booktwt is a space where it's rare to collectively like a certain book (atleast for my moots), i knew i was on to something.
let me just get my kindle for my notes and annotations
first of all why does the person in my copy look like Martin Freeman? not going to lie, because of this, i somehow imagine his face as the face of Stoner. I need to put this out there.
but on the serious note, the sudden awakening of his love for literature was amazing (i'm somehow really amaze by my lack of vocabulary despite being a reader) but really!! i was on my seat, in the middle of the class, and it was so loud. but stoner managed to block everything out. when he had this conversation with sloane in the middle of the class and he was on his feet, grasping the edge of this desk, i was also in my feet, grasping the edge of my desk. it's moments like this that makes me love literature. how a certain number of symbol can make me feel like this? i don't know.
when sloane said
picked this up on a random day but certainly with a huge expectation. it was a hit on booktwt and because booktwt is a space where it's rare to collectively like a certain book (atleast for my moots), i knew i was on to something.
let me just get my kindle for my notes and annotations
first of all why does the person in my copy look like Martin Freeman? not going to lie, because of this, i somehow imagine his face as the face of Stoner. I need to put this out there.
but on the serious note, the sudden awakening of his love for literature was amazing (i'm somehow really amaze by my lack of vocabulary despite being a reader) but really!! i was on my seat, in the middle of the class, and it was so loud. but stoner managed to block everything out. when he had this conversation with sloane in the middle of the class and he was on his feet, grasping the edge of this desk, i was also in my feet, grasping the edge of my desk. it's moments like this that makes me love literature. how a certain number of symbol can make me feel like this? i don't know.
when sloane said
"Mr. Shakespeare speaks to you across three hundred years, Mr. Stoner; do you hear him?"
it's like a moment of peace have pass. after that insane build up, i felt this certain tranquility. i had goosebumps. might be one of my greatest scene in literature.
'The love of literature, of language, of the mystery of the mind and heart showing themselves in the minute, strange, and unexpected combinations of letters and words, in the blackest and coldest print--the love which he had hidden as if it were illicit and dangerous, he began to display, tentatively at first, and then boldly, and then proudly.'
oh how i love being a reader.
on the other half, we have stoner and his relationship dynamic with his wife, which i don't really get. women are so hard to read, i get it now. i think i have this certain inference which i'm not really sure about so i won't be talking about it.
his journey of love was certainly sad... (again how am i a reader) my heart still aches whenever i think about it. was supposed to talk about something but idk anymore it's 4 am in the morning as i am writing this so my head is like not right, i was supposed to study rather than writing this review and i haven't drank my caffeine yet.
a book that was said to have caused many suicide in Iran after it was published. the author also commited suicide.
i was reluctant to read this because of this reputation, and the way everyone said it's hard to read. at first i don't get it cause in the first chapter, the first few pages, i was instantly hooked. the writing was so beautiful, and so natural; it justs flows. the writing makes you have this certain understanding and empathy to our narrator. these are some of my favorite from the book:
i was reluctant to read this because of this reputation, and the way everyone said it's hard to read. at first i don't get it cause in the first chapter, the first few pages, i was instantly hooked. the writing was so beautiful, and so natural; it justs flows. the writing makes you have this certain understanding and empathy to our narrator. these are some of my favorite from the book:
The only thing that makes me write is the need, the overmastering need, at this moment more urgent than ever it was in the past, to create a channel between my thoughts and my unsubstantial self, my shadow, that sinister shadow which at this moment is stretched across the wall in the light of the oil lamp in the attitude of one studying attentively and devouring each word I write. This shadow surely understands better than I do. It is only to him that I can talk properly. It is he who compels me to talk. Only he is capable of knowing me.
I thought to myself, ‘If it is true that everyone has his own star in the sky mine must be remote, dark and meaningless. Perhaps I have never had a star at all.’
The thought of an afterlife frightened and fatigued me. No, I had no desire to see all these loathsome worlds peopled with repulsive faces. Was God such a parvenu that He insisted on my looking over His collection of worlds? I must speak as I think. If I had to go through another life, then I hoped that my mind and senses would be numb. In that event I could exist without effort and weariness. I would live my life in the shadow of the columns of some lingam temple. I would retire into some corner where the light of the sun would never strike my eyes and the words of men and the noise of life never grate upon my ears.
i initially thought actually that this was a book about realizing something about oneself, knowing you're true self, etc. that's why it has the reputation mentioned and others described it as disturbing so i thought it's like that way. but tbh i just honestly don't know what i've read.
others described it as unreadable and i would agree. but not in terms of the language. the language is so simple, so beautiful, but the events? I DON'T EVEN KNOW.
this honestly just feels like a fever dream, a nightmare. even right now that i just finished it, i forgot most of what i've read.
most of the time i don't really know what i'm reading. when i was reading this, i was more focus on the thoughts of the narrator rather than what actually is happening. i read then reread cause i want to fully understand the emotions of our narrator. i haven't even noticed the first few
the adults on this series are so useless. but mr. poe is improving ig?
