Tag: prose

Venetian blinds

I’m still traversing through the pages of Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice with the same awe that I had when first starting the novel. Last night as I read through chapter four, I frequently stopped to mark sentences, passages, and pages that are extraordinarily powerful. I just thought I would share a couple of the …

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What is the goal of a writer?

Recently I started reading Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice. It is typical Mann in that every scene is an intricately woven web; a coalescence of words so delicately crafted that you timidly turn the page, as to not disturb the sleeping ink. One passage was so powerful that I couldn’t resist sharing it. In it, …

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Powerful, poignant, painful

I just finished reading Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower and I don’t know exactly how I feel right now. About halfway through the book, I found a poem that hit so close to home it was haunting–I included that in my last entry, if you care to read it. Now that I have …

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