A critic’s favorite tool is a list. A doer’s is also a list. The difference is in the space-time in which these two lists exist and whether they undergo any change or not. The doer’s list changes frequently in unknown ways and so does the doer’s space-time. The critic’s remains the same.
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It occurs to me at 153rd chapter of…
It occurs to me, at 153rd chapter of HHhH, that the Nazi system was a rigorous and vigorous list-making machine. List, the favorite bureaucratic tool, most often horrifying.
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Krishna didn’t let the Pandavas forget He was…
Krishna didn’t let the Pandavas forget. He was the greatest sounding board, the greatest spokesperson and the greatest conscience keeper for Pandavas. As a keeper of conscience, his job involved reminding. Reminding. Reminding.
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Suppose the football ground is altered a little…
Suppose the football ground is altered a little bit, the goal posts at either end brought inside such that players get space to dribble all around and even behind the goal-net without the ball going out of play…
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He finds it incredible that so many people…
He finds it incredible that so many people close to him don’t understand him. I wonder, are we meant to be understood? Besides, it is hard for anyone to say how far one doesn’t understand. Like, 90% not understood, or 65%?
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It is not important to decide the category…
It is not important to decide the category or genre before you begin writing. Whatever it is that grips you may not attract and assume an immediate name. Let the words flow regardless.
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Is anyone writing letters these days apart from…
Is anyone writing letters these days, apart from transactional and legal ones?
2 responses to “Is anyone writing letters these days apart from…”
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Should I attempt to learn German now that…
Should I attempt to learn German, now that I read these really long German words?
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Sometimes he initiates a conversation by talking Sometimes…
Sometimes, he initiates a conversation by talking. Sometimes, he initiates without talking. But it’s he who initiates.
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Sometimes my pursuits are so funny I am…
Sometimes my pursuits are so funny. I am searching for books on Indian temples on Kindle. Nuts!
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Density of thoughts may not let the right…
Density of thoughts may not let the right thought to flower.
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The screen must be out of sight for…
The screen must be out of sight for a blank piece of paper to have even a chance to get its due.
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One has to treat oneself as at least…
One has to treat oneself as at least 2 personalities, in conversation with each other.
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Now I’m dreaming in these hot afternoon naps…
Now I’m dreaming in these hot afternoon naps too.
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The morphing of lists that’s how I can…
The morphing of lists, that’s how I can describe the styles of Umberto Eco and Laurent Binet.
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Between 2 individuals how do you measure closeness
Between 2 individuals, how do you measure closeness?
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If they have to be felt in full…
If they have to be felt in full, my simplest feelings take plenty of hours and sleep and non-activity to be felt in entirety. Perhaps even days, who is to say, how can I be even certain?
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So far I couldn’t bear to read anything…
So far, I couldn’t bear to read anything related to World War 2. Some accounts here and there I may have read anyway but not much considering how immense the event was.
I read Laurent Binet’s THE 7TH FUNCTION OF LANGUAGE some time back. I couldn’t put it down, one cracking story with plenty of academic heroes filling the book. Now it’s time for HHhH.
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Two men have been enlisted to kill the head of the Gestapo. This is Operation Anthropoid, Prague, 1942: two Czechoslovakian parachutists sent on a daring mission by London to assassinate Reinhard Heydrich – chief of the Nazi secret services, ‘the hangman of Prague’, ‘the blond beast’, ‘the most dangerous man in the Third Reich’. His boss is Heinrich Himmler but everyone in the SS says ‘Himmler’s brain is called Heydrich’, which in German spells HHhH.HHhH is a panorama of the Third Reich told through the life of one outstandingly brutal man, a story of unbearable heroism and loyalty, revenge and betrayal. It is a moving and shattering work of fiction.
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Days sparsely dotted with thoughts not punctuated with…
Days sparsely dotted with thoughts, not punctuated with noise.
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