#ben dolnick

[nobeerreviews]

Houses - especially old and creaky houses - are individuals, somehow; their fronts are faces, their closets are pants pockets.

-- Ben Dolnick

(Roma)

[luxe-pauvre]

I had accidentally discovered one of the great disadvantages of books (a medium that is not exactly short on disadvantages at the moment). There is no team of brilliant and vaguely sinister engineers, cooking up ways to get you binge reading. There is no auto-play technology frictionlessly delivering you from one chapter of the novel you’re reading to the next. There is only you, alone in the silence of your room with a chapter break before you and your phone cooing at you from the dresser. No one could blame you for putting “The Count of Monte Cristo” back on the bedside table where it spends its days. Maybe, like a long-forgotten glass of water, it will evaporate of its own accord. But in book after book, if you do push on through one chapter break, and then on through the chapter break after that, something amazing happens. Subplots that would once have been murky to the point of incomprehensibility (what was the deal with that dead sea captain again?) step into the light. Little jokes and echoes, separated by dozens or even hundreds of pages, come rustling out of the text forest. A writer’s voice — Grace Paley at her slangy best, Nicholson Baker at his hypomanic craziest — starts to seep into and color the voice of your innermost thoughts. [...] Because the mind — for all its endless rationalizations and solemn prohibitions — is in fact a ceaseless pleasure hound. Once I’m actually enjoying a book, it really does feel as if the pages are turning themselves; I find myself reading in all the little pockets of time that were once reserved for the serious business of checking to see if my dishwasher pods have shipped. And pleasure is, after all — once I scrape away the layers of self-image and pretentiousness — the reason that I read. When I’ve found the right book, and I’m reading it the right way, reading is fun — head-tingling, goosebump-raising fun. It’s a vivid and continuous dream that is somehow both directed from without and cast from within, and I get to be awake for it. Netflix can wait.

Ben Dolnick, Why You Should Start Binge-Reading Right Now

[pout-dracula]

You own life is terrifying, but life is an unending astonishment.

Ben Dolnick // The Ghost Notebooks

[mandabookcorner]

You can’t imagine a person being out of your life until you can’t imagine how she could have been in your life in the first place.

Ben Dolnick, The Ghost Notebooks

[nobeerreviews]

“Houses - especially old and creaky houses - are individuals, somehow; their fronts are faces, their closets are pants pockets.”

-- Ben Dolnick  

[virgilean]

The Ghost Notebooks by Ben Dolnick

“This is a thing that I’m sure is obvious to everyone else but is never-endingly astonishing to me: that every change, every life, consists of nothing but a series of days.”

[pithia]

A novel is no mere assemblage of gears; it is a wild and living being. And how are you to discern the intentions of a creature — to discover its true nature — other than by close and respectful observation?

Ben Dolnick