Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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whose limitations I see only too clearly

Every time I try to write a book I have to justify it with a plan or programme, whose limits I quickly realize. So then I put it alongside another project, many other projects, and this ends up in writer’s block. Every time I have to invent, alongside the book I have to write, the author who has to…

—p.186 Hermit in Paris: Autobiographical Writings The Situation in 1978 (184) by Italo Calvino
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the writers for whom nothing is wasted

For many writers, their own subjectivity is self-sufficient. That is where what counts happens. It is not even an elsewhere, basically what you live through is the totality of the world. Think of Henry Miller. Since I hate waste, I envy the writers for whom nothing is wasted, who use everything. Sa…

—p.185 The Situation in 1978 (184) by Italo Calvino
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calque

When I began to write seriously, I was obsessed with the idea that my Italian should be calqued on dialect, because as I sensed the fake quality of the language used by the majority of writers

—p.182 Dialect (180) by Italo Calvino
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the atmosphere at the Turin publishing house

In the same month that his first novel was published, November 1947, Calvino scraped a degree in Arts with a thesis on English literature (Joseph Conrad). But it could be said that his development took place entirely outside university lecture theatres, in those years between the Liberation and 195…

—p.162 Objective Biographical Notice (160) by Italo Calvino
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marking out invisible hypotenuses

Here is my CV. I was born in 1923 under a sky in which the radiant Sun and melancholy Saturn were housed in the harmonious Libra. I spent the first twenty-five years of my life in what was in those days a still-verdant San Remo, which contained cosmopolitan eccentrics amid the surly isolation of it…

—p.157 A Letter in Two Versions (157) by Italo Calvino