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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.

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they rescue us from our death why/read

What do writers do when they seriously notice the world? Perhaps they do nothing less than rescue the life of things from their death--from two deaths, one small and one large: from the 'death' which literary form always threatens to impose on life, and from actual death. Which is to say, they re...

—p.53 Serious Noticing (29) by James Wood
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like a golden thread why/read

[...] Whosoever has let in one genuine sentence, one paragraph, has felt that seduction like a golden thread being pulled slowly through one. . . .

—p.71 Rupture, Verge, and Precipice (54) by Carole Maso
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what have we been doing to them? inspo/anti-capitalism

If community programs have consistently floundered, both in the past and today, what’s left? A return to the rule of experts? Bigger dams and better seeds? If faced with two approaches — that of the development expert, asking “What can we do for the poor?” and that of the community developer, ask...

—p.78 Thinking Small Won’t End Poverty (75) by Jacobin
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better than no light at all inspo/misc

The specifics of Russia, 1917, are distinct and crucial. It would be absurd, a ridiculous myopia, to hold up October as a simple lens through which to view the struggles of today. But it has been a long century, a long dusk of spite and cruelty, the excrescence and essence of its time. Twilight, ...

—p.318 Epilogue: After October (305) by China Miéville
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the ashes of Russia’s Provisional Government inspo/misc

With all the seriousness in the world, like burnt-out matches telling grim stories of the conflagration they will soon start, the ashes of Russia’s Provisional Government debated which of them to make dictator.

—p.289 Red October (256) by China Miéville
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a lonely need at the heart of this book inspo/anti-capitalism inspo/criticism

There is a lonely need at the heart of this book, the need for all this ephemeral shit to mean something, for the generations nurtured by the internet to have collected something more than transient commodities and opinions about them, more than posts and tweets and days of recycling things we’...

Ready Player One Finds The Bleak Limits Of Nostalgia missing author
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you are not the corporation inspo/anti-capitalism

[...] These were actual living humans—I keep coming back to this—not only adopting but insisting upon the priority of a monstrous legal construct designed for the express purpose of annihilating all concerns but its own profit.

I feel like I am not doing a great job of capturing, in words, the...

The Corporation Does Not Always Have To Win missing author
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the flashing strobes of predreams inspo/interiority piece/silicon-jest

Sophie, in bed, drowsed, and bits of memory came at her in the flashing strobes of predreams. Here's a shiny ice storm, two newlyweds in a new tract house in Cicero. Ice glittering gray in a crunchy March lawn, more wet ice falling out of a sky without color. Solomon watching it out a window, Sop...

—p.77 /Solomon Silverfish/* (67) by David Foster Wallace
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in this ghastly Chinese restaurant why/dfw

[...] The day I bought BIWHM at the Community Bookstore in Brooklyn, I was still reeling from having been recently left by my fiancee (I even spontaneously asked out the girl who rang the book up; she said no), and was basically spending ungodly amounts of time alone. I went to the movies alone...

—p.18 An Interview with Tom Bissell (13) by Tom Bissell
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there is no longer an identifiable external enemy inspo/misc

[...] it was easy for the advocates of post-Fordist Capital to present themselves as the opponents of the status quo, bravely resisting an inertial organized labor 'pointlessly' invested in fruitless ideological antagonism which served the ends of union leaders and politicians, but did little to ...

—p.34 October 6, 1979: 'Don't let yourself get attached to anything' (31) by Mark Fisher
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for the pale to hurry across the deck

[...] It's way too easy for the pale to hurry across the deck, past the thick, light-wobbling window, and not once hear rap as anything but the weird anthemic march of one Other'd nation, marginalized and yet trapped in our own metropolitan center, a nation that cannot secede and may not assimila...

—p.40 by David Foster Wallace, Mark Costello
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capital won archive/dissertation inspo/anti-capitalism

On the contrary, the explanation is far more straightforward: capital won. Sometimes with armies, sometimes with persuasion, sometimes with money, and sometimes by accident, but it won. For at least the last thirty or forty years, and this is increasingly true in nominally "noncapitalist" nation-...

—p.222 Disassembly Required, or, This Will Not Be Easy (199) by Geoff Mann
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of self I had little inspo/interiority
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Maybe that time is so blurry to me--more even than my drinking time--because we remember through a filter of self, and of self I had little, having been flattened like a cartoon coyote by an inner anvil. With no self, experience streams past. Time lags until it's sponged up. [...]

—p.259 Self Help (163) by Mary Karr
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arrests into violent stasis inspo/setting
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[...] The room is swirling with our invectives when--in the doorway--there stands Dev in his three-year-old body. He's naked and gap-mouthed. All the raging that swirls around us arrests into violent stasis. The fury in the room dispels itself like smoke siphoned up with a hose.

—p.187 Self Help (163) by Mary Karr
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a burst of sea spray inspo/interiority why/write
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[...] I hold my liquor enough to hear--from the mouths of poets--work I'm itching to read, books I can vanish down into from my grind. The night is a burst of sea spray washed across my face, tangible evidence of a fresh existence only slightly out of reach.

—p.183 Self Help (163) by Mary Karr
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never, not in decades, stop being strangers inspo/misc
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[...] My longed-for circle of family is choking me. The silk bow ties on my cheap business blouses--that middle-class disguise I'd wished for--are choking me. The good family name for my son is a strangle, since it forces me to drive with a restless kid hours in murderous traffic to dine with pol...

—p.165 Self Help (163) by Mary Karr
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we let the other get smaller inspo/interiority topic/heartbreak
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[...] And so begins what I see as his slow fade from me. We talk less and less, and since we both grew up in houses schooled to letting people vaporize into their own internal deserts with alacrity, we each let the other get smaller.

—p.139 Flashdance (71) by Mary Karr
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drenched with honeysuckle inspo/setting
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Frogs were keeping time in air drenched with honeysuckle.

—p.135 Flashdance (71) by Mary Karr
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and yet always saps me dry inspo/misc
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Yet for every conceivable holiday--from Easter lamb to Christmas ham--our tin-car car crunches up the drive to the Whitbread estate, which lures me in some ways and yet always saps me dry. This isn't meant to sound peevish, for the Whitbreads are never not nice. But from the second I haul my bag ...

—p.111 Flashdance (71) by Mary Karr
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can a better kind of fiction save the world? why/read

Can a better kind of fiction save the world? There's always some tiny hope (strange things do happen), but the answer is almost certainly no, it can't. There is some reasonable chance, however, that it could save your soul. If you're unhappy about the hatred that's been unleashed in your heart, y...

—p.296 What Makes You So Sure You're Not The Evil One Yourself? (283) by Jonathan Franzen
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the impossibility of pressing the Pleasure bar forever advice/living

[...] For Dostoevsky--as for such latter-day literary heirs of his as Denis Johnson, David Foster Wallace, Irvine Welsh, and Michel Houellebecq--the impossibility of pressing the Pleasure bar forever, the inevitable breaking of some bleak and remorse-filled dawn, is the flaw in nihilism through w...

—p.282 The End of The Binge (277) by Jonathan Franzen
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stranded on his or her own existential island why/dfw why/read

The curious thing about David's fiction, though, is how recognized and comforted, how loved, his most devoted readers feel when reading it. To the extent that each of us is stranded on his or her own existential island--and I think it's approximately correct to say that his most susceptible rea...

—p.39 Farther Away (15) by Jonathan Franzen
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what might that say about pictures inspo/interiority inspo/revelation inspo/setting

Do pictures tell? I have a color Polaroid of Vance at seven and Veronica at twenty-nine traversing a rickety dry-gray dock in Nova Scotia to board a fishing boat. The water is a deep iron smeared with plates of foam; the sky is a thin iron smeared with same; the mass of white gulls around Vance's...

—p.164 10 (159) by David Foster Wallace
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the novels we know best topic/literary-theory

The novels we know best have an architecture. Not only a door going in and another leading out, but rooms, hallways, stairs, little gardens front and back, trapdoors, hidden passageways, et cetera. It's a fortunate rereader who knows half a dozen novels this way in their lifetime. I know one, _Pn...

—p.43 Rereading Barthes and Nabokov (42) by Zadie Smith
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try to stay awake inspo/misc

But if you, like poor old Rolling Stone, have come to a point on the Trail where you’ve started fearing your own cynicism almost as much as you fear your own credulity and the salesmen who feed on it, you may find your thoughts returning again and again to a certain dark and box-sized cell in ...

—p.233 Up, Simba (156) by David Foster Wallace