#Reading in july
This has been a poetry month. And even though I read some novels, all of them had a poetic voice in it. Almost as if everything was synchronized to be read together.
Ophelia’s Voice by Clara Janés | It’s about the relationship that the author and the poet Vladimír Holan had by writing each other letters. They met in person at the deathbed of the latter. The two poets exchange the most wonderful words. The picture below shows the Spanish edition cover:
Night poems by Rainer Maria Rilke
Poetry Anthology (1951-1981) by Adrienne Rich | Second collection of poems I read from this author. I loved more Diving into the Wreck, the first collection I read. But this compilation is indeed exquisite too.
Bluets by Maggie Nelson | An autobiography compiling poetic prose fragments. Maggie writes about her fascination with the color blue. She tries to write about what blue means to her –and to the world– in all aspects of her life. Consequently, in all art forms.
The experience that brought Nelson write Bluets resonates throughout the whole book: overcoming a break up. It’s absolutely beautiful and poignant. Maggie exposes her scars shamelessly. It’s a delightful read: you can either read it in a sitting –which I was completely drawn to unconsciously do– or by fragments. Next time, I’ll read it slowly to better digest it. Because I feel I could be reading this book forever. It’s certainly going to be among my 2015-favorite-books.
If I had to give a present to a friend, I’d totally give him/her this. I find it’s the perfect read for people who are overcoming a difficult period in their lives –whether it’s a break up or a crisis–. Or for writers or avid readers that love reading autobiographies. Bluets is unlike anything I’ve read so far. Which is what avid readers look for in a book.
Coeur de Lion by Ariana Reines | Another poetry book that has been a pleasant surprise. At first I thought: another book about a teenage girl and her sex experience. But when I was 10 pages in, it got infinitely better. Much so, that I started reading it aloud: to make it last longer. Because I feel that when I read aloud, the pace is different. It slows. And you get much more pleasure from reading it. Roland Barthes would agree.
Everything from this book was beautiful. The softness, the harshness, the rhythms, the words. The cursing words. When was the last time you read poetry aloud? For me, it was the first time.
I discovered this book thanks to a recommendation from Lena Dunham. Not to me, obviously. But she wrote somewhere she had loved it. So I added it to my Amazon’s wishlist. There’s no doubt: this book is a gem. If you’re not used to reading poetry, get this one right now and read it.
No voy a salir de aquí by Micah P. Hinson | I haven’t found the English version –I ignore if there’s an English version. But honestly, I did not like this one.
Love May Fail: A Novel by Matthew Quick | I had lots of expectations in this one. The prose is written in a very tasteful way. There are even funny references. Like the Khaleesi one and the dog named Albert Camus.
But there are too many low points throughout this book. In every of these low points I was thinking: Is it necessary to write about that again? Matthew wrote too much content: 400 pages from the book could have been easily trimmed down to 200 or 300.
Safekeeping: Some True Stories from a Life by Abigail Thomas | Memoirs of the author written in a very short way. Condensed information. Like pills. I loved reading this book because the information was condensed and insightful. And doing that it’s an art. And God, look at this stunning cover –it makes me think of the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath:
The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa | I’m at page 271 out of 603.The writing is scintillating. But I’ve put this one down for a while: it’s very obscure. And depressing. So I decided I’ll be reading a bit each day. Otherwise all this obscurity will penetrate in me. I experienced the same while reading The Journals of Sylvia Plath. I’d rather stay safe for a while.
El mejor año de tu vida by Mònica Fusté | I believe there’s only a Spanish version of this one. I met Mònica in person and she gave me this book. It’s very difficult to find spiritual books that have an application to a professional career. She does it successfully.
The TAO of Louis CK James Altucher