porque não me canso de ler

este excelente artigo: "As Nabokov himself once established with entomological diagrams, Kafka had no clear picture of what his insect looked like."

fala ainda Elif Batuman: "The world of letters: does such a thing still exist? Even within the seemingly homogeneous sphere of the university English department, a schism has opened up between literary scholarship and creative writing: disciplines which differ in their points of reference (Samuel Richardson v. Jhumpa Lahiri), the graduate degrees they award (Doctor of Philosophy v. Master of Fine Arts) and their perceived objects of study (‘literature’ v. ‘fiction’)." (daqui)