My name is Matthew, and as the title indicates, I have a lot of (but never enough) bookshelves. I also own a Kindle Oasis 2 that I use on a regular basis. I don't see eReaders and print books as mortal enemies, and I will always own both. I primarily read science fiction, fantasy, horror, graphic novels, and YA. I also enjoy biographies and books about religion(s), philosophy, and politics. This book appreciation blog is a side blog of @matthewclan, where you will find a fair bit of nerdiness, plenty of indie music, random reblogs I find amusing, and some leftist religious and political posts. 2018 Reading Challenge Matthew has read 8 books toward his goal of 45 books. hide 8 of 45 (17%) view books
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.
How does one hate a country, or love one? [...] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession. . . . ย Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate.
Estraven, The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin
'Let me ask you this, Mr. Ai: do you know, by your own experience, what patriotism is?'
'No,' I said, shaken by the force of that intense personality suddenly turning itself wholly upon me. 'I don't think I do. If by patriotism you don't mean the love of one's homeland, for that I do know.'
'No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression. It grows in us, that fear. It grows in us year by year. We've followed our road too far.