Hi Megin! Thanks for this, I’ve only read the aleph and I will certainly check the rest of them. The first story that comes to mind for me is Eveline, by James Joyce. I bet there’s more, but that was my first reaction to your post, so I guess it counts for something...
Kalispera, Valia! Interesting, I don't know anything about that story, but I know I have a cheap copy of Dubliners somewhere in my apartment, so I have it near. The first chapter of Portrait of the Artist... was really visceral for me, but I also read it when I was 15 or so & reading left such a strong mark at times.
I have just finished reading a book that has completely upended my world and which I imagine will be my constant companion from here on out: Rupture(s) by Claire Marin. Check it out if you are interested!
“On self-respect” is my Didion go-to: the first line lives inside me. “Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.”
Hi Megin! Thanks for this, I’ve only read the aleph and I will certainly check the rest of them. The first story that comes to mind for me is Eveline, by James Joyce. I bet there’s more, but that was my first reaction to your post, so I guess it counts for something...
Kalispera, Valia! Interesting, I don't know anything about that story, but I know I have a cheap copy of Dubliners somewhere in my apartment, so I have it near. The first chapter of Portrait of the Artist... was really visceral for me, but I also read it when I was 15 or so & reading left such a strong mark at times.
I have just finished reading a book that has completely upended my world and which I imagine will be my constant companion from here on out: Rupture(s) by Claire Marin. Check it out if you are interested!
Wow, that's a recommendation! Will definitely check it out.
“On self-respect” is my Didion go-to: the first line lives inside me. “Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.”