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This is the cover I wanted to run with. Ah well.
Inside publishing jokes are just the best.
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“Historians are to nationalism what poppy-growers in Pakistan are to heroin-addicts: we supply the essential raw material for the market.”
― Eric J. Hobsbawm, June 9, 1917 – October 1, 2012
We are sad to report that Eric Hobsbawm, the noted British historian, died earlier today at a hospital in London. He was 95 and had been suffering from pneumonia. He was a longtime Pantheon author who wrote more than 30 books, including The Age of Extremes.
“Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.”
― Franz Kafka
![“I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.”
- Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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“I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.”
- Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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On warm days, a soft smell of milk rises from the walls of my house. The walls are plastered and whitewashed, tiles cover the ground, but from the pores of the walls and the cracks of the floor, the smell rises to me, persists, steals in like the sweat of an ancient love.
Once my house was a cowshed. The house of a horse and a she-ass and a few milk cows. It had a wide wooden door, with an iron bolt across it, concrete troughs, yokes for cattle, jugs, cans, and milking stations.
And a woman lived in the cowshed, she worked and slept in it, dreamed and wept. And on a bed of sacks she gave birth to her son.
- from The Loves of Judith by Meir Shalev, out now from Schocken Books. Read an excerpt.
“There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you’re lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.”
― Philip K. Dick, VALIS
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
“A life without unfulfilled desire is not what you want. A life without unfulfilled desire is a life without desire.”
- from “Troubleshooting,” a part of the story collection Sorry Please Thank You by Charles Yu
“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.”
― John Steinbeck
“Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.”
― Franz Kafka, The Complete Stories
Happy 129th birthday to Franz Kafka!
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
― Anaïs Nin
