Showing posts tagged books

#bookshelfporn #books #library #bear #shop #cute #twee #quaint

#bookshelfporn #books #library #bear #shop #cute #twee #quaint

Stockholm Library

Years later he’d stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He’d not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation.
From The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

Damn straight Grist! Right on the money. 

Prospective abstract for a paper I may be presenting at a conference in Lille.

In discussing the history of American violence, Christopher Waldrep and Michael A. Bellesiles view violence as a ‘domestic tradition, rather than an instrument of foreign policy’. Certainly, in the most shocking and controversial depictions of violence in contemporary American literature, violence occurs domestically, meaning both within the borders of the USA, as well as having a clear but complex relationship with the space within a house and home. This is referring to the relationship between the domestic space and violence, rather than ‘domestic violence’ in the ‘traditional’ sense.
Patrick Bateman of American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis and Kevin of We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver both expose the difficult relationship that the violent characters have with ‘the domestic’, including; the relationships associated and formed within this space, the architecture of the home, and the impact of a domesticated American whole upon these iconic figures of fictive violence and their actions. The roots of American identity and masculinity have created a condition of life that create violent acts and it is the dichotomous constructs and expectations of the home and the political state that perpetuate both the real and fictive violent cultures within this country.

I am absolutely furious that there has been a British/American film version made of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Are we all too stupid to read subtitles? When the Swedish version was so beautiful, so impeccably written, cast and shot, why remake? Can it be improved upon? Can the horror, pain and tragedy be heightened, be more acute? Can the Swedish culture in which the novel is intrinsically set be more greatly depicted by a BRITISH cast?! No. No. No sense. No logic. No good. 

Read the Printed Word!