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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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3 years, 5 months ago

who are my contemporaries? why/read

"Who are my contemporaries?" Juan Gelman asks himself.

Juan says that sometimes he comes across men who smell of fear, in Buenos Aires, Paris, or anywhere in the world, and feels that these men are not his contemporaries. But there is a Chinese who, thousands of years ago, wrote a poem about a g…

—p.244 The Book of Embraces by Eduardo Galeano
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if I don’t write these nightmares I will die

This second, English version of Class had the same structure as the first, and I don’t think I took out any scenes, but it felt very different anyway. It came out in the US and got good reviews, and Dwight Garner put it on his year-end list in the Times. I was so happy! I had lost money on this boo…

—p.117 n+1 Issue 37: Transmission American Dream (105) by Francesco Pacifico
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in the midst of the hustle itself

One time, I was interviewed on satellite television by a pair of good-looking 25-year-old hosts who asked me: What’s it like to have it made? Their anxious tone betrayed a lack of confidence you rarely see on TV. It was so strange to see people that young, working in broadcast media, projecting suc…

—p.115 American Dream (105) by Francesco Pacifico
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I suffer like an office clerk inspo/self-deprecation

But where people could relate to Alessandro’s novel, they couldn’t relate to mine. There’s a clunkiness to my writing that comes from a loneliness so extreme it never manages to warm up. I don’t suffer like a poet, I suffer like an office clerk. The second part of the novel offered no comforting hu…

—p.113 American Dream (105) by Francesco Pacifico
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I retreated to my French literature gods project/secret-life

All I had were words, but I had no warmth to infuse them with. I felt I had nowhere else to go but satire. Satire shares something with empathy, but it’s a contorted relationship. Maybe they’re stepsiblings. They’re forced to live together, but satire spends all its time bullying empathy. The first…

—p.111 American Dream (105) by Francesco Pacifico