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M Sarki

Besides being a poet with four collections published, M Sarki is a painter, film maker, and photographer. He likes fine coffee and long walks. 

M Sarki has written, directed, and produced six short films titled Gnoman's Bois de Rose, Biscuits and Striola , The Tools of Migrant Hunters, My Father's Kitchen, GL, and Cropped Out 2010. More details to follow. Also the author of the feature film screenplay, Alphonso Bow.

Currently reading

Brett Whiteley: Art, Life and the Other Thing
Ashleigh Wilson
Girlfriends, Ghosts, and Other Stories
Annette Wiesner, Nicole Kongeter, Robert Walser, Tom Whalen
The Lesser Bohemians
Eimear McBride
My Life and Loves
John F. Gallagher, Frank Harris
Melbourne Beach and Indialantic Florida
Frank J. Thomas
Writing Dangerously: Mary McCarthy and Her World
Stephen Black, Carol Brightman
Seduction and Betrayal: Women and Literature
Elizabeth Hardwick, Joan Didion
My Friend Annabel Lee (1903)
Mary MacLane
Human Days: A Mary MacLane Reader
Bojana Novakovic, Michael R. Brown, Mary MacLane
Stranger Shores: Essays 1986-1999
J.M. Coetzee


Torpor - Chris Kraus An easier book to assimilate than [b:I Love Dick|243991|I Love Dick|Chris Kraus|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1289697846s/243991.jpg|912458], with an ending justifying the complete reading of this novel thus lessoning the pain of my manifesting time lost, never to be regained. Why a person would wish to end his life this way is beyond my understanding. Nonetheless I continue to practice this disagreeable discipline. Suffice to say there is nothing remarkable to report regarding this novel. Names could be dropped, but Kraus already has this operation down in spades. A little pillow talk might be fun, but my too brief and untidy accounting would be a shame to suffer through, just as hers was.

The Jib Door

The Jib Door - Marlen Haushofer http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/145868679193/the-jib-door-by-marlen-haushofer

It has been some time since I last read a book so dark and biting to the core. The honesty forthcoming from Marlen Haushofer is astounding. This is a penetrating study for living in the world, and not necessarily in harmony with it. In fact, the opposite is true.

Being my first exposure to Haushofer I am indeed excited to read her other novels, especially her most well-known title of all, [b:The Wall|586852|The Wall|Marlen Haushofer|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1435260852s/586852.jpg|573687]. One of my favorite contemporary writers,[a:Claire-Louise Bennett|6431820|Claire-Louise Bennett|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1443673781p2/6431820.jpg], mentions it in her most recent collection [b:Pond|28672083|Pond|Claire-Louise Bennett|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1453451513s/28672083.jpg|45069198].

Shame and Wonder: Essays

Shame and Wonder: Essays - David Searcy http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/145765241683/shame-and-wonder-essays-by-david-searcy

Burned Again by Blurbs

In my mind the only activity better than abandoning the reading of this book would be me writing about the whys and wherefores of my sudden flight. In addition, of course, I am factoring in the fight quotient as rarely do I have nothing left to say in any thoughtful argument. Shame and Wonder by David Searcy did begin with some promise with the very first essay collected here. And it happened, as the story goes, to be the first one he ever wrote. But from then on it was tiresome reading about this vastness of space, his cerebral idiosyncrasies, his girlfriend Nancy and her sketchbook with no previous frame of reference for where she even came from. I’d like to think his ex-wife better fodder. But I do I love a great personality entering the picture. The problem with putting yourself and loved ones into your work however is the risk that nobody will like you. Or too many will find your character a bit too much for embarking on a book-length relationship. I am already pretty sure I do not like David, or his girlfriend Nancy, and even if a few essays down the road there would have been a chance I might find something redeeming in them both is simply not in the cards for me. I am already reading [b:Writing Dangerously: Mary McCarthy And Her World|125844|Writing Dangerously Mary McCarthy And Her World|Carol Brightman|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1391897237s/125844.jpg|121209], a painfully boring autobiography about [a:Mary McCarthy|7305|Mary McCarthy|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1254084720p2/7305.jpg], and I intend on finishing it even it it damages me permanently. I also have [b:Don Quixote|3835|Don Quixote|Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1407710790s/3835.jpg|121842] going at the same time and it is proving to be a bit unbelievable and too silly of a knight-errant adventure for me. But reading the essays by Searcy was supposed to be fun and interesting. He had been compared by his blurb-writing buddies to [a:Geoff Dyer|2279|Geoff Dyer|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1327272389p2/2279.jpg], [a:John Jeremiah Sullivan|22899|John Jeremiah Sullivan|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1321052260p2/22899.jpg], and quite ludicrously even the name of [a:W. G. Sebald|14982514|W. G. Sebald|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png] was evoked to my now-unforgiving consternation resulting in this literary diatribe. I am so exhausted by these jacket blurbs lying to us and promising works that have little chance of succeeding their lofty ideals. They must think we’re stupid readers and want to believe anything, and often I expect they are right. Always, I am seriously looking for an essayist like Geoff Dyer. Hell, I even look for Geoff Dyer in Geoff Dyer because these days I feel even he has gone missing in most of his latest work. But to invoke Sebald in a wish to sell more copies to us fools has gone a bit too far in my estimation. The only relationship I can find to W.G. Sebald is Searcy’s position on my book shelf sitting right beside him. At least until I can get the damn thing sold. Chances are another fool, like me, is born.

Gone with the Mind

Gone with the Mind - Mark Leyner http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/145574640303/gone-with-the-mind-by-mark-leyner

This was my first exposure to Mark Leyner. His novel concept was refreshing, and the opening chapter with his mom making the l-o-n-g and digressing introduction for Leyner's reading at the mall is priceless.The only novel I have read even remotely similar to this one is [b:My Romance|9872419|My Romance|Gordon Lish|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327992280s/9872419.jpg|874038] by [a:Gordon Lish|232097|Gordon Lish|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1267719924p2/232097.jpg]. But this piece of work goes further into the realm of the bizarre and unworldly genius. Though mothers and sons will appreciate the maternal connection here, there are far too many references to baseball, especially dating back to the time of Mickey Mantle and the New York Yankees of the sixties. Other sports, like tennis, rear their heads as well. And perhaps there are more mother-son relationships that share a love of sports than I am aware of, but I think not. Therefore, the book will obviously lose some readers who harbor an aversion to all things sports-related. But certainly, that matters little to Leyner or his fans, and is likely a better opportunity for general exclusivity: a sort of club for extremely intelligent people who know big words and can recite, with accuracy, sports nostalgia.


Battleborn - Claire Vaye Watkins I was so wrong in my initial response to the first story in this book. I mistakenly believed I had found another [a:Claire-Louise Bennett|6431820|Claire-Louise Bennett|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1443673781p2/6431820.jpg], but this Claire is in no way, even in one story, close. My Claire is a genius, this Claire is not. But what scares me about this particular writer is that she is also a teacher, and what we have absolutely no need of are more collections the inferior quality of this one. The writing is actually bad and so pathetically boring that I had to abandon it. You want a very good book of short stories to read? Get instead yourself a [b:Pond|25333047|Pond|Claire-Louise Bennett|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1428656359s/25333047.jpg|45069198].

I Love Dick

I Love Dick - Chris Kraus, Joan Hawkins, Eileen Myles http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/144548665038/i-love-dick-by-chris-kraus

Art is the consequence of that excess, that energy or force, that puts life at risk for the sake of intensification, for the sake of sensation itself—not simply for pleasure or for sexuality, as psychoanalysis suggests—but for what can be magnified, intensified, for what is more, through which creation, risk, innovation are undertaken for their own sake, for how and what they may intensify.___Elizabeth Grosz, Chaos, Territory, Art: Deleuze and the Framing of the Earth (New York: Columbia University Press, 2008)

Understandably, in the novel [b:I Love Dick|243991|I Love Dick|Chris Kraus|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1289697846s/243991.jpg|912458] by [a:Chris Kraus|142778|Chris Kraus|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1359241611p2/142778.jpg], it seems boredom is the original driving force behind the adulterous fantasy being planned and played out between a married couple. The aging Sylvère is quite a bit older than his wife and for years now their sex life has taken a back seat to their work in academics, film, and the theater. Because of the husband’s disinterest in having sex the couple willingly decides to begin plotting a possible ménage à trois. Due to a fortuitous get-together with an associate of the husband’s, a collaboration of seduction with the likely candidate Dick evolves within the couple’s relationship that in time unwittingly enables a rekindling of sexual interest in each other. When they themselves are not having sex the couple spends their time together fervently composing letters and making phone calls to their subject Dick in order to seduce him. This titillating process ignites a new and robust sex life that for years has been absent in their relationship.

… But Dick , I know that as you read this, you’ll know these things are true. You understand the game is real, or even better than, reality, and better than is what it’s all about. What sex is better than drugs, what art is better than sex? Better than means stepping out into complete intensity…

The novel I Love Dick proceeds in corresponding fashion, and through the journaled days their life is examined and digressions made into all facets of their relationship together, always keeping Dick their focus and the prize. A frenzy of activity follows for three days until life’s demands and prior commitments portends an unfavorable result and a lessening of expectations. Regardless, the collaborative seduction continues as a private exercise between the couple and a way for them to remain interested in their sexual life together. But as everything else, that exercise as well runs its course and Chris is left to continue her crush and game by herself.

…Art supersedes what’s personal.

My favorite epistolary novel is [b:Epigraph|526545|Epigraph|Gordon Lish|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1175543532s/526545.jpg|514352] by [a:Gordon Lish|232097|Gordon Lish|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1267719924p2/232097.jpg] which surprisingly fails to show up in the Wikipedia List of contemporary epistolary novels. I Love Dick doesn’t either, but Kraus mentions Habermas, or perhaps Lukács first, as saying the epistolary genre marked the advent of the bourgeois novel. Epistolary fiction dates back at least to ancient Roman times, but it is said the epistolary novel as a distinct genre first gained prominence in Britain in the mid-eighteenth century. Female characters in these novels often wrestled with sexual temptation and moral propriety and found that the only way to express themselves honestly and thoroughly was by confiding in a trusted friend through letters. Chris Kraus, our main character in I Love Dick, writes Sylvère keeps socializing what I’m going through with you. Labeling it through other people’s eyes …This presumes that there’s something inherently grotesque, unspeakable, about femaleness, desire.

Desire plays the most important role. Whether it is its lack or an abundance makes little difference. In the case of Chris let’s say she holds her desire in spades. On the other hand, Sylvère needs an impetus in order to be sexually charged again, so he adds another man into the relationship offering up the possibility for intensity. Let’s face it, the idea of condoned and sanctioned adultery is generally exciting. And the fact that these two male associates would be sharing the same woman offered a binding love between these two fellows that might enhance their homosocial relationship. The question I have centers on whether or not Sylvère had his wife’s best interests in mind, or if his own boredom was directing the action of his fantasy? The initial flirtation occurring between Dick and Chris at dinner was brought up over breakfast the next morning by Chris in order for examination and the search for truth. Because this decade-old couple was no longer having sex with each other they nurtured and kept vital their relationship by telling each other everything, much in the vein of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. Chris informs Sylvère of the previous night’s flirtation with Dick as amounting to what she termed a “Conceptual Fuck”. The seductive dance that follows, though eventually collaborative, is initiated by Sylvère. And after 180 pages into their undelivered billets-doux to Dick the couple decides instead they are making art. The altered plan then proceeds with the promise to eventually present their growing number of letters as a performance piece instead. But unfortunately I Love Dick finds itself expanding into an unfeeling academic treatise involving essays that have nothing to do with Dick, but instead demonstrate to the reader how well-informed and intellectual all these special people are, as well as a platform for Kraus and her axe to grind.

… Love and sex both cause mutation, just as I think desire isn’t lack, it’s surplus energy — a claustrophobia inside your skin —

After finally spending four rapturous days and nights at the home of Dick, Chris is spurned by her lover with words to the effect of “What did you expect?” And following this devastatingly long weekend, after confiding to Sylvère of her heartbreak and disappointment, his response is similar to she says a “cut-rate therapist” who counsels, “You’ll never learn…You keep looking for rejection! It’s the same problem that you’ve always had with men.”

… Even though Dick’s rejected her, she’s managed to cover all the bases: She doesn’t need him to respond for her love to go on. She can maintain a relationship with me (Sylvère), draw inspiration from Dick for her work, and even put her film into a vault without using it even further…

In the second half of I Love Dick the Us vs. Them battle ripens. Why is it that for some feminists it has to always be about women against men? I think it sounds petty to read Kraus complain that …while these men were getting famous…me and all my friends, the girls, were paying for our rent and shows and exploring “issues of our sexuality” by shaking to them all night long in topless bars. …Why is it men become essentialists, especially in middle age?

From the beginning of time those who considered themselves intellectuals, and members of an elitist group, generally consisted of men. For some radicalized feminists, those organizations have always been unacceptable. But a woman who also wants to be an accepted part of that awful crowd says more to me than her exclusion from it. Our greatest thinkers and writers of this, or any time, generally avoid being associated with any group, and if a truly great mind finds itself a member of some elitist social group he, or she, tends to eventually escape from it and typically stands alone on a unique difference. A genius speaks for itself, and no exclusionary club is ever promoted on its behalf. It is ludicrous to think that because these stereotypical male intellectuals fiercely protect their sacred clubs and bloated importance, female thinkers of the same ilk form their own groups seemingly in order to do battle with them. And each club’s goal seems always to be the most impressive, and the louder their expression the greater their blinking lights shine. The fact that both groups remain exclusionary and protectively elite says more than the complaint raised over sexism. Both are silly, and at fault, in their incessantly foolish chatter. As well as women, countless men too have been excluded from these male intellectual bodies. Why would anyone want to be a member of one of these exclusionary fraternities or sororities anyway?

Genuine thinking is a violent confrontation with reality, an involuntary rupture of established categories.

Chris Kraus has written a most impressive book. The potential for discovery was exciting. But for me she failed in her sidebar attempt to garner a somewhat bitter acknowledgment of her own importance. Nonetheless, she is a writer worth reading.

The Sibley Field Guide to Birds of Eastern North America

The Sibley Field Guide to Birds of Eastern North America - David Allen Sibley A guidebook certainly to find its lofty place within my other treasures. My good friend in Florida remarked yesterday, "Birds offer free entertainment", and I could not agree more. A little late in life for me to find a new interest in identifying birds, but owning a cabin in northern Michigan and a small house near the Indian River estuary here in Melbourne provides ample opportunities for a budding familiarity. Filled with detailed information and illustrations, this book should offer years of delight and even wonder, I suppose.

Sex in the Museum: My Unlikely Career at New York's Most Provocative Museum

Sex in the Museum: My Unlikely Career at New York's Most Provocative Museum - Sarah Forbes http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/142799373173/sex-in-the-museum-my-unlikely-career-at-new

The promise was certainly there for an exciting read. The question posed to me would be the degree of honesty Sarah Forbes would muster regarding her own personal story of her surprising emergence as a sort of “sex worker” coming unlikely on the heels of her graduating from a conventional academic study in anthropology. Forbes provided herself with an entire book in which to elaborate and explore, in what was hoped to be in the spirit of jeopardy, her tenure as sex curator. The Museum of Sex would afford her, to a curious degree, enough decadence and titillation that can only be imagined by her potential readers. In my mind, because of these unique circumstances, Sarah Forbes was required to present more than just a mere reporting of what she had learned. Her daily bombardment of sexual subcultures alone should have prompted even the slightest personal bout of salaciousness. It seems almost frigid to me for Forbes to remain distanced and so desiring to be perceived as scholarly while immersed in this environment of wanton sex. Even her formal accounting of her own wedding presented an almost flippant reporting of extreme lust, but offered no additional details in which the reader might actually believe her. There was no feeling anywhere. Her words were dead.

Sarah Forbes did present a few sexual kinks she discovered in her involvement as curator, but to no degree that was stimulating or exciting in any way, and certainly no kinks presented of her own. There was never a question of what was good, bad, deviant or normal sexual behavior as promised in the blurbs. Throughout my reading I remained indifferent and unsatisfied. But because of my obvious interest I can only hope that deviant behavior will always remain titillating to the extent of its being considered forbidden and something that additionally still must be somehow exhumed. Unfortunately I discovered nothing in these pages that felt threatening to a degree in which I myself might shudder as reformed Lutherans are wont to do.

The sharing of her love story, her prior dating and eventual marriage to her new husband, is what I most found unnecessary and totally lacking. It seemed to me that this was the main object behind her writing this book. That and composing a self-help book for today’s woman regarding relationships and parenting. Throughout the duration of her romantic inclinations I was thinking “who cares?” And as much as I always insist in my reading for the personality of the writer to come through on the page, it is doubly important that she be interesting and liked. Neither of these required attributes impressed themselves upon me.

For as much as her background as an anthropologist excited me, just for its possibilities in uncovering sex, Sarah was a bore. Any writer promising the extent of titillation that this book did, who then describes a romantic date eating fast-food in, of all places, at a MacDonald’s in New York City and then bragging about how great the experience was, obviously should be avoided at all costs. Problem was this silly anecdote describing her most momentous date with her future husband came a bit too late in which I might have successfully bailed. Unfortunately the work failed to deliver on any promises made. And it is what I have come to expect from the blurbs and hype of today’s popular culture filling the backs of almost every dust jacket a publisher needs to sell.

Goethe Dies

Goethe Dies - Thomas Bernhard, James Reidel Typical Bernhard offering, but lacking in regards to what has already been published. Always good to read another Bernhard book, but there certainly are better ones. Reunion, the third story in this collection of four, stands up and can be counted as superior, which makes the reading of this book more than worth the little bit of time it took.

I, Mary MacLane: A diary of Human Days (American Biography Series)

I, Mary MacLane: A diary of Human Days (American Biography Series) - Mary MacLane …You were honest since you made no pretense of any kind to yourself. You took no gold that you did not logically, humanely, or shamefully earn. You were consciously and unconsciously above all subterfuge. You wrought no ruin nor error nor darkness upon your own spirit or any other. You deceived neither yourself nor anyone about you. The tone of your life was of sun-shining simplicity and cleanness. There was no greed in you. You saw your way of life before you and lived it without degradation, with a positive of strength.___Mary MacLane from I, Mary MacLane

Though there were moments, such as the example above, of the Mary MacLane of old, this sequel to her original diary failed in providing the power expected in her writing. Perhaps she had become a bit too enamored with herself and the instant fame and notoriety her first work afforded her. This offering seemed uninspired, and perhaps that had something to do with her return to Butte, Montana. Even so, nothing will lessen for me the importance of what Mary MacLane achieved in her first book. And this proves how difficult it is for a writer of note to go on and continue to remain vital. It is no wonder she faded from the public's eye, and no fault but her own.

Morning, 1908 (Electric Literature's Recommended Reading)

Morning, 1908 (Electric Literature's Recommended Reading) - Claire-Louise Bennett, Declan Meade http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/140693225343/morning-1908-by-claire-louise-bennett

In her short story Morning, 1908 Claire-Louise Bennett writes masterly of what it feels like to find oneself in a potentially compromising situation and then realize it may have been what she wanted in the first place. Wandering outside in a summer evening in only her nightgown with a coat thrown over, and meandering downgrade from her cottage door to the edge of a fence and gate containing several grazing cows, the narrator is startled to see a young man with a back pack making his way on her remote road towards her. She is immediately taken by the fear that it is she he has eyed and comes for. After considering the consequences of being possibly raped she decides it might not be the worst outcome for her, almost recreational, and something dogs do. And that it is possible that this young man is what she wants anyway, and she well-suited for the adventure just as she dreamily entered into her present situation dressed as well, in her eyes, naked. She knew her stupid overcoat would offer little protection for her. But every forward movement the young man proves to make, as a result, keeps himself a certain distance from her, and finally her imagination of a sexual fantasy is all that remains.

Just for a moment everything gathered in dreadful suspension, my eyes gaped, cold and enormous — and then it all glided backwards into an atmosphere of broadening redundancy, intersected by a vertical and rather searing sense of abnegation. And then she adds, Remote sensations really, hardly mine at all — nothing to take personally.

A Loaded Gun: Emily Dickinson for the 21st Century

A Loaded Gun: Emily Dickinson for the 21st Century - Jerome Charyn This was by far the best biography so far written on Emily Dickinson, the most interesting, informative, well-written, and entertaining. A joy to read. A total surprise.

Mocking Mary: The Humorists Vs. Miss MacLane

Mocking Mary: The Humorists Vs. Miss MacLane - Michael  R. Brown, Michael R. Brown, Michael R. Brown Decided to put this one on pause until I am finished reading all of Mary MacLane. I really am not too concerned or interested in what her critics had to say about her anyway. But in no way am I discounting the research of the author Michael R Brown. He is trying to present the entire story of this important and fascinating lady.

I Await the Devil's Coming (Neversink)

I Await the Devil's Coming (Neversink) - Mary MacLane http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/137775661428/i-await-the-devils-coming-by-mary-maclane

This review is based on the version collected in the Petrarca Press edition of [b:Human Days: A Mary MacLane Reader|13266635|Human Days A Mary MacLane Reader|Mary MacLane|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1324376021s/13266635.jpg|18279424]. I am adding my review here solely because of my reading of the Introduction written by [a:Jessa Crispin|6561741|Jessa Crispin|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1430328539p2/6561741.jpg] included in this publication published by Melville House. In some ways I do see similarities between these two women. I believe it can be found in the determination both share in living their lives the way they personally see fit to do, and refuse every mediation generally attached to most, if not all of us. In literature Jessa Crispin seems to me to be our most interesting of contemporary female sword fighters, and one who is not at all hesitant to brandish her steel whenever she feels it necessary.

I have to agree with H.L. Mencken who said, “Mary MacLane is one of the few who actually knows how to write English.” Couldn’t be truer, even in today’s world. How refreshing to read this sensational confessional and feel first-hand her astounding power in her words. Her strength is extraordinary. From the very beginning of her manuscript it took no time at all for me to realize I had stumbled onto something quite magnificent and meaningful. Within the first few pages it was obvious to me that Mary MacLane was far far ahead of her time. (I had the same experience while reading Jessa Crispin’s [b:The Dead Ladies Project: Exiles, Expats, and Ex-Countries|24000166|The Dead Ladies Project Exiles, Expats, and Ex-Countries|Jessa Crispin|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1425657099s/24000166.jpg|43600371].) MacLane’s audacity and brazen attitude even toward potential admirers of her work struck me as quite remarkable. My reading of this text only furthered my interest in learning everything I possibly could about this fascinating woman. Surely it must be unfortunate to find myself so enamored with a young woman who is destined to always refuse my love for her, a blazing fervor that will regretfully remain unrequited.

There are few young people today as sophisticated, well-read, and talented as Mary MacLane. Back when she wrote this diary there was also no guarantee her words would ever be published, or if she would have even a smidgen of an audience in which to have it read. In spite of it Mary MacLane became a star, and not due to anything resembling today’s internet social media. Of course, she did later write articles for publications such as New York World which catered to these same types of people who love gossip, sordid behavior, and innuendo. Though only nineteen years old when she wrote this first book MacLane displayed a maturity and confidence usually absent by others her age.

Much has been made of MacLane’s love for the Devil. Not once did I ever feel she was evil or bad in any way. She simply did not want to be like the other women she witnessed in her life. She did not want to be kept by a man, but rather taken, for one day, in ecstasy. Her happiness would depend on each moment of wickedness, the ravaging delight discovered in all her senses, likened to her enjoyment of an occasional charcoal-grilled rare Porterhouse steak smothered with steaming onions and mushrooms. So phooey on her love for the Devil (whatever that is). She simply wanted to be alarmingly ignited and thus alive enough to feel.

…And so I want a fascinating wicked man to come and make me positively, rather than negatively, wicked.

On Marriage

On Marriage - Mary MacLane I would read anything this woman wrote. I am falling in love with her. Her honesty and forthrightness is so admirable. Plus she is smart and clever and charming as hell. And naughty too. But as much as I enjoyed discovering additional critical views here from Mary MacLane on the subject of marriage I believe she was more direct at the age of nineteen.

“…The defilement of so sacred and beautiful a thing as marriage is surely the darkest evil that can come to a life…And so I want a fascinating wicked man to come and make me positively, rather than negatively, wicked.”___[a:Mary MacLane|262465|Mary MacLane|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1277326747p2/262465.jpg] from I Await the Devil’s Coming collected in [b:Human Days: A Mary MacLane Reader|13266635|Human Days A Mary MacLane Reader|Mary MacLane|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1324376021s/13266635.jpg|18279424]

Inner Workings: Literary Essays 2000-2005

Inner Workings: Literary Essays 2000-2005 - J.M. Coetzee, Derek Attridge So impressed with the literary essays of Coetzee. I had no idea he was this brilliant and well-read. Plus this book had in it some of my favorite writers including Robert Walser and Max Sebald. Reading this book has now led me to writers I knew little about including Italo Svevo and Gabriel Garcia Marquez.