a couple of years ago, i read Siri Hustvedt's novel "What I loved". it's one of those that i sometimes return to in thoughts. the copy i have of her new book "The Sorrows of a American" is from the library, but i guess i will buy the book at a later point of time, so i just started to read it.
the note in front of the novel is from Rumi:
Don't turn away.
Keep looking at the bandaged place.
That's where the light enters you.-Rumi
and here a quote from the narrative, reflections on writing in a written book: "There are indeed things that cannot be put into words."
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1 comment:
I loved this book. It's a quieter, less dramatically emotional novel than What I Loved, but very deep and satisfying in its own way. Again, the role and meaning and effects of artistic talent and creation in life are an important theme. I hope you enjoy it.
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