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Thursday, March 17, 2016
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
A windmill in Milwaukie, Oregon.
By Jack Brummet
Our cousins Andy and Allison have a windmill on their property in suburban Milwaukie [1], Oregon. It was originally farm country and the windmill was somehow grandfathered in when the property was later subdivided. . .
[1] Yes, that's actually how it is spelled.
Our cousins Andy and Allison have a windmill on their property in suburban Milwaukie [1], Oregon. It was originally farm country and the windmill was somehow grandfathered in when the property was later subdivided. . .
[1] Yes, that's actually how it is spelled.
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Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Slogging through Proust's "In Search Of Lost Time," a/k/a "Remembrance of Things Past"
By Jack Brummet
I am beginning the final volume (7) of Proust's Remembrance Of Things Past. 3,031 pages, and 1,267,069 words. It's has been beautiful and infuriating and puzzling at times. I'm glad I did this with our book club because I would have probably weaseled out otherwise. it is also pretty interesting to be in a book club with three philosophy professors, a lawyer, two cool and smart professional women - one of who is a philosopher too-and one knucklehead, yours truly. So, this sentence from book five is pretty typical, and illustrative of why this book is such a slog. It gets way more dense, but never more Hemingwayesque. I've found I need to read three other books between each Proust volume (with at least one of those being some trashy genre fiction) to cleanse the palate.
I am beginning the final volume (7) of Proust's Remembrance Of Things Past. 3,031 pages, and 1,267,069 words. It's has been beautiful and infuriating and puzzling at times. I'm glad I did this with our book club because I would have probably weaseled out otherwise. it is also pretty interesting to be in a book club with three philosophy professors, a lawyer, two cool and smart professional women - one of who is a philosopher too-and one knucklehead, yours truly. So, this sentence from book five is pretty typical, and illustrative of why this book is such a slog. It gets way more dense, but never more Hemingwayesque. I've found I need to read three other books between each Proust volume (with at least one of those being some trashy genre fiction) to cleanse the palate.
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Friday, March 11, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
Monday, March 07, 2016
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