No, not the magazine, but:
A Greater Music, by Bae Suah
Translated by Deborah Smith
Open Letter Books, 2016
First order of business: Rather obviously, 40 Books in 40 Weeks has become an unattainable goal. I developed some health problems over the summer, which absorbed all my energy and time. This will probably also be the subject of a future blog post, however ironic that seems . . . However, I have kept reading books, and I enjoy sharing my reactions with all of you lovely readers. So, here's the new deal (not the New Deal; I don't have that kind of political power):
I'm reading books from my to-read shelf, because darn it, they need to be read. Afterward, I'll write a post here: not a review, just a reaction to something or many things in the book. It is keeping me accountable, and will continue to do so.
This is the first book of Bae Suah's that I've read, and I intend to read all of them.
This is one of those books that you read not for what happens, but how things happen.
This is one of those books you read for how the narrator views the world.
This is a classical music lover's heaven in literary form.
This is a language learner's trials and tribulations in literary form.
This is being in love with the idea of a person.
This is not knowing if drowning is dying.
This is a small dog regulating your emotional state.
This is family being not the most important thing or preconception in your life.
This is such a better blank narrator for a reader to superimpose themselves on than Twilight.
"The sequence of past, present, and that time we call the future, exists in this successive form only as it appears to the eye. Such a sequence has no real existence in our mental world."
This is humanity.
Next up: Foreign Gods, Inc., by Okey Ndibe