I'm already home. Got a bunch of free books. Some really good stuff. Quite a few treasures too.
I told the teacher who hold the Lifestyle
class that life got in the way, and I'm leaving
. Her response was Not like I know your name
There was this lovely, low-class scene I had to jot down into my notebook as I was waiting for the bus.
People are sitting at a table in front of the bakery, just by the bus stop. A car pulls up, and a woman gets out. Everyone is in black. One of the women shout from the table:
>Hey, what are you doin' here?
>The burial was today!
Said the woman driving
>Fuck me, my condolences!
It's true, honest, and unfiltered. The real vernacular of our times.
My little expedition into the forest of khruschevkas
went uneventfully. I found the block, phoned, and I was let in, into this fortress of modernity.
I met the old librarian I occasionally write to there. Basically she was moving, and couldn't get all of her collection out, and the new place lacked the sufficient space.
I spent probably an hour looking through the shelves. Then the concurrency arrived. Representatives of an antiquary came over to take some of it off here shoulders too, so I was quite right to leave school early. Which is a strange kind of luck, considering I had a black cat walk across before me this morning, a bad omen. Not that I'm superstitious, it's just a factor to consider.
There was a lot of good stuff on the shelves she had no intention of keeping. In a sense, I felt like a grave robber
, and I'm sure you all know why. If we were to be rational, I was the best option after the antiquary. What I didn't take, the antiquary took, and what the antiquary didn't take, the lowest tier bookseller will take on Friday.
I'm going to list my catches of the day
>Dostoevsky - Selected diaries, letters and confessions
>Dostoevsky - The Double
>The first two volumes of In search of lost time
>N. Gogol - The Nose (Bilingual edition) Though it's not like I know any Russian.
>Selected Ancient Chinese Writings on Aesthetics
>Charles Baudelaire - Artificial Paradises
>Kehlmann - Ruhm
I remember some German saying that Kehlmann is that inoffensive kind of writer who is praised, writes well enough, but brings nothing new to the table, and that's exactly the reason my someone would dislike him. It's this meekness, this Milquetoast oeuvre, an idea I can understand. Respectable work, above average, but not truly great
I just want to see something that's contemporary and foreign. And also European. Something mainstream. It's not that I haven't read anything contemporary, it's just that I read not necessarily mainstream books, mainly from Asia. And I suppose Pelevin isn't mainstream either. Correct me if my perception is wrong.
The way back home was quite a chore, because I had both my shoulder bag, and the two extra bags I've brought with me full. You can imagine how much fun commuting that way is.
Basically I have no room for any more books. Null, nill. Now comes the tsundoku
, just so that I can have one more facet of orientalism in my life.
That, and I also have to categorise all of these before even thinking about putting them anywhere. I'm not sure yet, but one day this digital catalogue I'm writing might come in handy.
Art class was okay. The teacher spent maybe ten minutes defending the practices of the Church before the reformation. It felt quite surreal to hear about this from a Catholic perspective.
I also read quite a lot of Bernhard today. Around page 170, Old Masters starts living up to the subtitle, and becomes a comedy
. That rand is so dirty, so ugly, foul-mouthed while staying non-vulgar, and so energetic, I have to laugh while reading. I'm going to copy it when I have the time, and post it on some imageboard as a rant. It's just so good. >>27544>>27536
I guess I should. It's not that I'm unsure about this career path. I'm determined. I wouldn't have experimented with it for so long if I wasn't determined to become a translator, I wouldn't have spent half of my empty periods learning Chinese last year. It's not even the sunk-cost fallacy, because I enjoyed every second of it, working towards this city on the hill, my own city.
People warned us that we'll start panicking once the last year comes about, and I guess I'm just suffering from what everyone is suffering from.
Though I think I managed to get a hold of my "emotions" now. I'm just really prone to stressing about minor details and unimportant issues.
Writing EC posts is also really therapeutic. It helps me get my life into perspective somewhat.