#modern library

[macrolit]

Open up Gail Crowther's new bestseller Marilyn and Her Books (now available in the U.S.) and the first thing you'll see are some of the editions Marilyn owned. I was thrilled to see she had a penchant for my beloved Modern Library books, which I'm used to thinking of as "vintage," but they were contemporary for her. And I actually own most of the editions she had.

I've been reading the book (I'm about a third of the way through), and it's beautifully written and absolutely fascinating. This is a perfect read for ALL book lovers, not just those who appreciate Marilyn Monroe. It speaks to us as readers, delving into things like: what the books we own and read say about us (as well as the books we don't read); shelf-snooping--something we're all guilty of; books we read vs. books we skim; books we bought versus books we received as gifts; and so much more.

I'd say it's the best book about books/reading since Maureen Corrigan's So We Read On (about The Great Gatsby), but Crowther's book is better.

Are you thinking of reading it?

[garadinervi]

James Joyce, (1922), Ulysses, Complete and unabridged with marginal page numbers to the 1934 First American Edition, Modern Library, New York, NY, 1961 [Fonts In Use]

[quetusatelier]

Cerebral Jazz for Structural Focus | Pavilion 05

[uwmspeccoll]

Milestone Monday

On this day, July 10 in 1871, French novelist Marcel Proust (Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust, to be exact) was born to an upper-class family in the Paris Borough of Auteuil. Born at a time of great change for French society, with the decline of the aristocracy and the rise of the middle class, Proust's most well-known publication, the monumental, 7-volume novel À la recherche du temps perdu (currently translated as In Search of Lost Time, but previously translated as Remembrance of Things Past) explores the effects of these changes in personal and intimate ways.

Proust began work on this novel in 1909 and continued to work on it until his final illness in the autumn of 1922 forced him to stop. It was published in France between 1913 and 1927, and has become one of the hallmarks of world literature from the 20th century. The novel unfolds as a series of memories initiated by the sensation of a sip of tea in which he had dipped a madeleine cake. The sensation sparks dormant recollections of experiences from childhood to adulthood in fin de siècle France society.

The first six volumes of the novel were first translated into English by the Scottish author and translator C. K. Scott Moncrieff from 1922 to 1930, with the final volume translated by British novelist and translator Stephen Hudson in 1931. Terence Kilmartin revised the Scott Moncrieff translation in 1981 (with the final volume translated by Andreas Mayor) using the new French edition of 1954. The copy shown here is a revision of that revision by British academic D. J. Enright, based on the French Bibliothèque de la Pléiade edition of 1987-1989, published in six volumes by the Modern Library in New York (and by Chatto and Windus in London) in 1992. It is the first edition to use the more current translation of the title, In Search of Lost Time.

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[electronicsquid]

Rita Hayworth

(John Florea. 1948)

[ahumourlessworld]

“Lost ye way in the dark, said the old man. He stirred the fire, standing slender tusks of bone up out of the ashes.

The kid didnt answer.

The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world, but he didnt make it to suit everbody, did he?

I dont believe he much had me in mind.

Aye, said the old man. But where does a man come by his notions. What world's he seen that he liked better?

I can think of better places and better ways.

Can ye make it be?

No.

No. It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it. You believe that?

I dont know.

Believe that.”

[grotto-esque]

[seiunnysky]

Hello everyone !! Sorry for not posting in a month or 2. I was busy with school but exam week is finally over^^, Here's my entry on Buildtober Day 14 Library 😊