[b]The Dead Author
Kafka taught me that you can be a successful lawyer during your lifetime and a world-famous writer after your death, and people will still feel bad for you.[/b]
Anyone here still feel bad about him?
Remembering is just a more creative way of forgetting.
Well, it certainly can be.
So Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir walk into a bar. Smoking and drinking turn Sartre into a diabetic. He goes blind and is no longer able to write. De Beauvoir takes care of him for seven years until his death in 1980. There’s nothing funny about substance abuse.
Okay, but still not likely to stop me.
Why? Let’s just say I have my reasons.
Melancholia is for romantics, despair is for existentialists, but depression is for everyone.
Or eventually everyone.
German is easy because the word for ‘yes indeed’ (“allerdings”) is also the German word for ‘actually no’.
Like the word “cleave” over here.
Who should we read?
Shakespeare: Homer.
Goethe: Shakespeare.
Tolstoy: Goethe.
Joyce: Tolstoy.
Hemingway: Joyce.
De Beauvoir: Women.
See if you can spot the outlier here.