i am in england

the air is full of volume and green and haze. my adventure is about to commence. i am jetlagged. i finished the elegance of the hedgehog and am awed by barbery’s mastery of language and description.

here she describes trees:

there’s so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own significance when we are surrounded by nature…yes, that’s it: just thinking about trees and their indifferent majesty and our love for them teaches us how ridiculous we are-vile parasites squirming on the surface of the earth-and at the same time how deserving of life we can be, when we can honor this beauty that owes us nothing (p.169)

here, inspiration:

when the music stops, everyone applauds, their faces all lit up, the choir radiant. it is so beautiful. in the end, i wonder if the true movement of the world might not be raised in a song. (p.185)

here, something close to love:

that is the way a summer rain can take hold in you-like a new heart, beating in time with another’s. (p.233)

here, a girl who find is exemplary of 78% of nyc youth/nyu, i also echo the narrator’s scorn:

[she was] a sort of tall blond leek who dresses like a peniless bohemian. if there is one thing i despise, it is the perverse affectation of rich people who go around dressing as if they were poor, in second-hand clothes, ill-fitting gray wool bonnets, socks full of holes, and flowered shirts under threadbare sweaters. not only is it ugly, it is also insulting: nothing is more despicable than a rich man’s scorn for a poor man’s longing. (p.242)

and my favorite, the last paragraph of the book:

thinking back on it, this evening, with my heart and my stomach all like jelly, i have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. it’s as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within a never. Yes, that’s it, an always within never. (p.325)

right, that is what id call an infinite moment! anyhow, i am off tomorrow to la coruna and know i will miss the accent, the cyclists, the ivy, and the old bricks of oxford. typically i do.

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2 Responses to “i am in england”

  1. Kelsey Says:

    I want to read it now!
    I love this.
    Have tomorrow embarking on your adventure!

  2. Kassidy Says:

    FINALLY my first comment on your blog. even though I am traveling with you right now.
    I can’t wait to read that book and maybe I will even get to it on a beach in Vivero????
    CAN’T WAIT CHICA.

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