Tag: pascal mercier
Of the thousand experiences we have, we find language for one at most and even then this was merely by chance and without the care it deserves. Buried under all the mute experiences are those unseen ones that give our life its form, its color, and its melody. Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon.
And the words have to have a rhythm. A rhythm as the words have in Saint John, for example. Only then, only when they are poetry, do they really shed light on things. Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon.
My favorite reads of the year, in alphabetical order by title. I read some damned good shit this year with one re-read in the list (Run) The Art of Asking Your Boss for a Raise by Georges Perec Bloodchild and Other Stories by Octavia Butler Cake Time by Siel Ju Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey Fountain…