Monday, March 22, 2021

Douglas Adams' note of writing encouragement

"Writing isn't so bad really when you get through the worry. Forget about the worry, just press on. Don't be embarrassed about the bad bits. Don't strain at them," The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy author wrote to himself. "Writing can be good. You attack it, don't let it attack you. You can get pleasure out of it. You can certainly do very well for yourself with it!"

https://amp.theguardian.com/books/2021/mar/22/douglas-adams-note-to-self-reveals-author-found-writing-torture?__twitter_impression=true&s=02

Saturday, March 6, 2021

"How to Practice" by Ann Patchett

What I had didn't surprise me half as much as how I felt about it.

I started thinking about getting our house in order when Tavia's father died. Tavia, my friend from early childhood (and youth, and middle age, and these years on the downhill slalom), grew up in unit 24-S of the Georgetown condominiums in Nashville. Her father, Kent, had moved there in the seventies, after his divorce, and stayed. Over the years, we had borne witness to every phase of his personal style: Kent as sea captain (navy peacoat, beard, pipe), Kent as the lost child of Studio 54 (purple), Kent as Gordon Gekko (Armani suits, cufflinks, tie bar), Kent as Jane Fonda (tracksuits, matching trainers), Kent as urban cowboy (fifteen pairs of boots, custom-made), and finally, his last iteration, which had, in fact, underlain all previous iterations, Kent as cosmic monk (loose cotton shirts, cotton drawstring pants—he'd put on weight).

Each new stage in his evolution brought a new set of interests: new art, new cooking utensils, new reading material, new bathroom tile. Kent taught drama at a public high school, and, on his schoolteacher's salary, in the years before the Internet, he shopped the world from home—mala prayer beads carved in the shape of miniature human skulls, an assortment of Buddhas to mix in with his wooden statues of saints (Padre Pio in his black cassock, as tall as a five-year-old). He laminated the receipts and letters of authenticity that came with his purchases and filed them away, along with handwritten prayers, in zippered leather pouches... (continues)

Thursday, March 4, 2021

“The Last Days of Immanuel Kant,” a Physical Comedy of the Philosophical Life

...The film depicts Kant's famous punctuality by way of his daily stroll through a park lane: a governess times the end of her entrusted children's play, and a foreman the end of his workers' break, according to when the philosopher passes by (followed by Lampe, a dozen steps back, who must carry a parasol whether or not it's needed). Unyielding in his habits, his senses infinitesimally calibrated to register changes of routine, of temperature, and of environment, he's similarly attuned to his own metabolism and the minutiae of his physical state, all with an overarching philosophical principle at stake, the maintenance of health in view of the preservation of life—and the pursuit of his colossal intellectual project, which, in his late seventies, remained in full swing... Ultimately, "The Last Days" is a movie about the body winding down while the mind is fully ablaze... New Yorker





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