The Ideal American Setting For Classic Literature

This is never-ending. I mean, I have to re-write something a hundred times before it’s close to good. I wonder if it will get easier when I’m an old man, long used to writing. I doubt it. Then I’ll lament that I have nothing more to prove, none of youth’s vigor and exuberance. Grass is… Continue reading The Ideal American Setting For Classic Literature

Climbing The Magic Mountain

Reading works in translation is like seeing your love five years after you’ve gotten over her. It’s still nice to see her, you still know her soul, but it’s not the same. All I can say is thank god I can read Shakespeare in the original. I’m reading The Magic Mountain  by Thomas Mann. It’s… Continue reading Climbing The Magic Mountain