Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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I knew I wanted to write a novel of ideas project/secret-life

People at Iowa love to love Prairie Lights, the local independent bookstore. In Prairie Lights I found myself overwhelmed by the literature of the senses and the literature of the quirky sensing voice. I wanted heavy books from a bunch of different disciplines; on hermeneutics, on monetary policy, …

—p.57 MFA vs. NYC: The Two Cultures of American Fiction The Pyramid Scheme (51) by Eric Bennett
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books were how I measured my days

I remember the two postcollege years I spent in New York as one long day in a windowless room. I shared an office with four other people and a printer that emitted heat like a radiator. I decorated the space above my desk with little quotes and scraps from glossy magazines, reminders of the life I …

—p.41 Basket Weaving 101 (41) missing author
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that sacred land where your writing is private advice/writing

It’s important, I think, to see the whole MFA thing as a pretty freaky but short-term immersion. You are not going to be doing this workshop crap forever. You are doing it to get a little baptism by fire, purge yourself of certain habits (of sloth, of under-revision, of the sin of thinking you’ve m…

—p.35 A Mini-Manifesto (31) by George Saunders
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a combination of public and academic acclaim topic/literary-theory

Second, and perhaps most important, to be an NYC writer means to submit to an unconscious yet powerful pressure toward readability. Such pressure has always existed, of course, but in recent years it has achieved a fearsome intensity. On the one hand, a weakened market for literary fiction makes pu…

—p.23 MFA vs NYC (9) by Chad Harbach
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he saw renewal

“I was thinking of … of Hawaii,” he said, the very word a yelp of fear. Moose leapt, threw himself from this cliff. “How does that sound to you?”

There was a long pause, during which he fell, fell, swiveling his limbs in the open air. But when Priscilla looked at him again, he saw renewal. Resur…

—p.519 Look at Me by Jennifer Egan