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--Thoreau, Walden
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"The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched."
--Thoreau, Walden
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (via bookmania)
The brilliant writer Joan Didion...
Thirty renowned writers from around the globe speaking about God, or the notion of "god," or the nature/problem of faith and the natural, scientific world.
Another of my favorite novelists. Check out his latest, In One Person, which was released May 2012.
Two literary pioneers on the issue of censorship.
This is a moving article I found weeks back... an intriguing chronicle of a minister's struggle to embrace both his conservative brand of Southern Baptist and his son's sexuality
“Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.”
--Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Releases Tuesday, Mar. 20. As a heads up, though, most libraries get copies early, so place your hold! I have yet to read this, obviously, but the plot sounds intriguing and typical JCO. Head on over to Amazon to learn more about this novel.
(by Ieve Holthausen)
Mine one day
from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
Discover Annie Dillard
I want to share the woman I consider one of the greatest living writers, and certainly who I believe is one of the greatest thinkers of this age. Annie Dillard is an American writer known most for her essays and book-length narratives. She won the Pulitzer for her first book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (1974), which spanned the year she spent living alone near said creek in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The book, divided into each of the four seasons, offers forth contemplations on nature and life, as well as the days she spent exploring the woods and fields around her. A self-described "book of theology," the book explores Dillard's thoughts on nature, writing, theodicy and the problem of evil in the natural world. Her journeys, it ought to be noted, rarely venture from the home she occupied outside Roanoke; rather, the book is a metaphysical chronicle.
Holy the Firm (1977) is a meditation on the problem of suffering in the world, and her 1982 collection of essays, Teaching a Stone to Talk, ranges from contrasting Dillard's observation of a total solar eclipse to the mundanity and ludicrousness of a contemporary church service to her recounting the slaughter of a doe and a trip she took to the Galapagos.
Her two novels, The Living (1992) and The Maytrees (2007), depict the struggle of pioneers settling the Pacific Northwest at the end of the 19th century and the tumultuous marriage of a bohemian couple in Cape Cod, respectively. These novels are infused with lyricism and metaphor, and are, in my opinion, exceptionally well-written.
Who else has the courage--the audacity, even--to write so fearlessly on matters with which men of all faiths and sciences have wrestled for millenia: birth, life, death, evil, the human condition and God? Dillard engages the fortunate reader through her unique and enduring fascination with the natural world, science and religion. I wrestle with writing a fitting description of Dillard--I have nearly unspeakable admiration for her and the books she's written are among that which I most cherish. She is never pushy with her beliefs; in fact, it is very difficult to determine just what Dillard believes, but ultimately that is irrelevant: she merely poses questions.
Dillard's other books include a meditation on the art of writing, The Writing Life (1989); a book of found poetry, Mornings Like This (1995); and For the Time Being (1999).
Perhaps the noblest and most difficult task with which we're faced...
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