- Margot Kahn
'I am committed to never retiring from being myself.'
- Borrowed from someone, in a meeting
The synchronicity of the falling book in Polish - her words in a language she doesn't understand.
'I thought maybe you could speak,' he said sadly. She hardly can in English.
'In the process of translation the ownership of it...had passed from me to her. Like a house.'
The synchronicity of the falling book in Polish - her words in a language she doesn't understand.
'I thought maybe you could speak,' he said sadly. She hardly can in English.
'In the process of translation the ownership of it...had passed from me to her. Like a house.'
There are links between astrology & alchemy in Jungian psychology. Here - the special day of transit, the demolition, the reference to 'cook-up' [cock-up!], Pavel's upset stomach, the eruption from below. 'The tone & cadences of Paula's voice seemed almost...from inside me'
There are links between astrology & alchemy in Jungian psychology. Here - the special day of transit, the demolition, the reference to 'cook-up' [cock-up!], Pavel's upset stomach, the eruption from below. 'The tone & cadences of Paula's voice seemed almost...from inside me'
'It was the day the astrologer's report had said would be of particular significance in the coming phase of transit.' p176
'transits can last from a day to... years...Each...brings a unique energy, influencing different aspects of your life' [Transits in astrology, AstroClub]
'It was the day the astrologer's report had said would be of particular significance in the coming phase of transit.' p176
'transits can last from a day to... years...Each...brings a unique energy, influencing different aspects of your life' [Transits in astrology, AstroClub]
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A happy hour, but for bakeries.
A happy hour, but for bakeries.
Food, clothes, house renovations...
I'm starting to feel Cusk had a list of topics that would appeal to the modern reader and creates a character/story around each
Food, clothes, house renovations...
I'm starting to feel Cusk had a list of topics that would appeal to the modern reader and creates a character/story around each
Back in therapy mode - or artist/writer making use of other people's stories' mode...
'I said that perhaps none of us could ever know what was true & what wasn't. And no examination of events, even long afterwards, was extremely stable.'
Back in therapy mode - or artist/writer making use of other people's stories' mode...
'I said that perhaps none of us could ever know what was true & what wasn't. And no examination of events, even long afterwards, was extremely stable.'
Gavin is working on Amanda's house...'the six projected weeks of building works had become 2 yrs & counting, while Gavin went off on other jobs during the day.'
Example of the adage:
'The cobbler's children are the worst shod.'
Gavin is working on Amanda's house...'the six projected weeks of building works had become 2 yrs & counting, while Gavin went off on other jobs during the day.'
Example of the adage:
'The cobbler's children are the worst shod.'
'how vulnerable you were when your house was being ripped apart. \it's like being on an operating table....you've been opened up & now there are men working in there & you can't move until they've fixed you & sewn you together again.'
Is it the same for men as women?
'how vulnerable you were when your house was being ripped apart. \it's like being on an operating table....you've been opened up & now there are men working in there & you can't move until they've fixed you & sewn you together again.'
Is it the same for men as women?
'I said a lot of people spent their lives trying to make things last as a way of avoiding asking themselves whether those things were what they really wanted....Maybe people run marathons, I said to exercise their fantasies of running away.'
I do like our narrator!
'I said a lot of people spent their lives trying to make things last as a way of avoiding asking themselves whether those things were what they really wanted....Maybe people run marathons, I said to exercise their fantasies of running away.'
I do like our narrator!
I can't help noticing that there's a lot of grinning in this novel. Amanda grins when she's offered whipped cream and marshmallows on her hot chocolate. Grinning isn't an expression that I notice so frequently in life. Maybe I need to look out for it more.
I can't help noticing that there's a lot of grinning in this novel. Amanda grins when she's offered whipped cream and marshmallows on her hot chocolate. Grinning isn't an expression that I notice so frequently in life. Maybe I need to look out for it more.
'The Tube station stood at a juncrion where five rds converged...Sometimes it seemed that the junction was a place of confluence; at other times....it felt like a mere passageway, a place of transit'
'The Tube station stood at a juncrion where five rds converged...Sometimes it seemed that the junction was a place of confluence; at other times....it felt like a mere passageway, a place of transit'
The rain at the writers' panel in Transit
The rain at the writers' panel in Transit
Echoes & humour: The Chair grins at Rachel's hotel, the builder grins about his boot: 'Room for two bodies' (the basement inhabitants). Assassinations & hijacks (flapjacks). His wife is 'used (to it') & daughter talk in different languages - 'in other words'. Everything's Kaput.
Echoes & humour: The Chair grins at Rachel's hotel, the builder grins about his boot: 'Room for two bodies' (the basement inhabitants). Assassinations & hijacks (flapjacks). His wife is 'used (to it') & daughter talk in different languages - 'in other words'. Everything's Kaput.
Jane's story is Faye's story - the man walking her to her hotel in the dark. Is Faye working her situation out through listening to Jane? Are there echoes of Faye's story in the photojournalist's story, told by Jane? Narrator becomes analyst. Meanwhile the cooking continues
Jane's story is Faye's story - the man walking her to her hotel in the dark. Is Faye working her situation out through listening to Jane? Are there echoes of Faye's story in the photojournalist's story, told by Jane? Narrator becomes analyst. Meanwhile the cooking continues
'the undulating landscape of dust sheets, the whiteness broken by the blue & green shapes of her clothing'. A Cubist painting. Faye asks Jane to spend, not waste her time & tell her about the night before she discovers MH. Faye is unconsciously going into psychotherapist mode.
'the undulating landscape of dust sheets, the whiteness broken by the blue & green shapes of her clothing'. A Cubist painting. Faye asks Jane to spend, not waste her time & tell her about the night before she discovers MH. Faye is unconsciously going into psychotherapist mode.
The smell from the kitchen is red sulphur (in Jung) - it gets overpowering when Faye suggests Jane abandons her physical work (the external world) and looks inside at herself. Jane resists - 'I've got 3,000 words of notes, she said coldly. I can't just throw them away....
The smell from the kitchen is red sulphur (in Jung) - it gets overpowering when Faye suggests Jane abandons her physical work (the external world) and looks inside at herself. Jane resists - 'I've got 3,000 words of notes, she said coldly. I can't just throw them away....
'Like every other human being I have longings which through tricks of circumstances have been left unsatisfied... & the pain grows stronger instead of less & it leaves one nothing but the role of spectator in life watching life go by-having no part of it but that of spectator."
'Like every other human being I have longings which through tricks of circumstances have been left unsatisfied... & the pain grows stronger instead of less & it leaves one nothing but the role of spectator in life watching life go by-having no part of it but that of spectator."
Marsden Hartley recalled 'his New England childhood as a time of painful loneliness, so much so that in a letter to Alfred Stieglitz, he once described the New England accent as "a sad recollection [that] rushed into my very flesh like sharpened knives". Wikipedia
Marsden Hartley recalled 'his New England childhood as a time of painful loneliness, so much so that in a letter to Alfred Stieglitz, he once described the New England accent as "a sad recollection [that] rushed into my very flesh like sharpened knives". Wikipedia
The rancid smell from the basement is alchemical, in a Jungian sense.
The rancid smell from the basement is alchemical, in a Jungian sense.
'I recalled her remarks about the draining nature of students and thought how often people betrayed themselves by what they noticed in others.' So very true. Writers and therapists have this attention to detail in common.
'I recalled her remarks about the draining nature of students and thought how often people betrayed themselves by what they noticed in others.' So very true. Writers and therapists have this attention to detail in common.