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8 months, 3 weeks ago

no one applauded when I ended my marriage

As I smoked that cigarette and waited for my pulse to slow down, I didn’t know – I couldn’t know – everything that was at stake at that moment. Had I known, I would probably have found the strength to repress, to suppress, the image of those eyes once and for all. Because at that moment the end of …

—p.444 The Luminous Novel by Mario Levrero
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love that I wasn’t ready to accept

In the dream, her eyes seemed to accuse me of something; to pierce me, burn me, destroy me. But her gaze was still there, in spite of those tricks from the censors; the censors who must have woken me up, calling desperately on the resources of my clumsy waking state to put a stop to things. But her…

—p.443 by Mario Levrero
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8 months, 3 weeks ago

annoy some powerful groups

c) Because, sneaking a peek at the topics I’ll have to cover almost immediately if I carry on writing, I realise I can’t go on dodging certain ideological positions – positions that would very much annoy some powerful groups: the government, the opposition, the far left, the left, the centre, the r…

—p.440 by Mario Levrero
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God holds people prisoner within their own selves

I’d discovered some time ago – long after the business with the dog, and long before woman A – that my depressions corresponded to punishments for certain misdeeds. I’d developed a whole theory about it, and the theory helped me through the crises. I’m not saying it was true; I’m just saying it wor…

—p.436 by Mario Levrero
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my writing was more important than I am myself

Anyway, when this girl I barely knew got wind of the situation, she immediately and without hesitation stole a considerable amount of paper from the office where she worked and sent it to me. Admirable sensitivity; an incredible capacity for understanding. (If she’d sent money, my weak flesh would …

—p.435 by Mario Levrero