missed an entire avalanche of icelandic thrillers, which began in Reykjavik in the summer of 2019 and, for a long time, extending till today, the only narrative I was able to read.
- -
The snow,
mother soft,
enfolds me,
for a moment
I am saved.
I hear
a loud whisper
- are you here?
It’s so cold,
hold me tight.
Fill,
fair snowdrift,
so gentle,
the emptiness
inside me,
but not quite yet…
… let me live
just a little while longer -
- -
at the beginning of Outside, Ragnar Jonasson
Freedom is no longer a thing. Algorithms are surely a strange addition to life. When books are written that way, we should go back to paper and secret paper memos that one could swallow.
Steinbeck, Viagens com o Charlie
“This is Anatolia; no mystery has remained hidden under this earth for long!”
Buket Uzuner, Earth (Toprak)
no review time, just touching base
A. Christie, The Hollow
A. Christie, The End House
Arnaldur Indridason, Reikyavik Nights
Ahmet Ümit, The Flock
Arnaldur Indridasun, The Shadow Killer
Sjón, The Whispering Muse
Icelandic Folk and Fairy Tales
latest film: Parasites
Iceland is officially the coolest country I’ve ever been to.
(Also, the information that it’s not as cold as Chicago in the winter has quieted my heart quite a bit.)
Ah! Çok doğru.
it's been said before, really
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
na literatura como na culinária como em... o vazio é sempre maior do que o não-vazio, o que não está maior do que o que está. porque lá cabe o que podia ter sido e tudo o que não foi.
Feel the steel. When some words sum up loads of poetry and all of the oceans' breeze.
"I dare you to deny me that Istanbul is the greatest city in the world after crossing the Bosphorus by ferry. Or having an amazing breakfast anywhere. Or witnessing a jaw-dropping sunset. You know pretty well the rest of the long, long list."
Ena! a quantidade de Malta que tinha o meu contacto. vai ser cá uma limpeza.
"This is Wild River Expeditions out of Bluff. Pros. (...) Take great pride in cleaning after themselves. The drill now is they urinate right beside the river, so it dillutes fast. Everything else they carry out. Portable toilets. Build their camp fires in fireboxes so you don't get all that carbon in the sand. Even carry out the ashes. in The Thief of Time. Hillerman has carried me before and is still carrying me now. such an author. The Beauty Way.
