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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Lunchtime #read “My fate, over the past many years, has been to drink from the bottle marked Freedom and therefore to write without any restraint those books that came to my mind to write, and now, as I am on the verge of publishing my twenty-second volume, I have to say that on twenty-one of those twenty-two occasions the elixir has been well worth drinking. On the remaining occasion, namely, the publication of my fourth novel, I learned—many of us learned—that freedom can create an equal and opposite reaction from the forces of unfreedom, and I learned, too, how to face the consequences of that reaction, and to continue, as best I could, to be as unfettered an artist as I had always wished to be. I learned, too, that many other writers and artists, exercising their freedom, also faced the forces of unfreedom, and that, in short, freedom can be a dangerous wine to drink. But that made it more necessary, more essential to defend.” ~Salman Rushdie If Peace Were a Prize
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Waiting for Trick or Treaters! Some light reading with a favorite wine. #Halloween #books image
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
November is looking sharp! Another count down… November 15th is The 74th National Book Awards. I look forward to this every year…love to see all the literary giants dressed up. Rita Dove is receiving the Lifetime Achievement award this year!! I wish I was attending in person. #books
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Count down… 📖 November 7th release date! And I registered for an event with the author. “Why do books have chapters? With this seemingly simple question, Nicholas Dames embarks on a literary journey spanning two millennia, revealing how an ancient editorial technique became a universally recognized component of narrative art and a means to register the sensation of time. Dames begins with the textual compilations of the Roman world, where chapters evolved as a tool to organize information. He goes on to discuss the earliest divisional systems of the Gospels and the segmentation of medieval romances, describing how the chapter took on new purpose when applied to narrative texts and how narrative segmentation gave rise to a host of aesthetic techniques.” #books
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Carving #Pumpkins at my parents today 🎃🍁— And the Steelers are catching up 🙏
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Samantha gives her the dress… if I remember correctly. Always found this scene interesting.
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
A favorite spot to visit during the #Halloween Season #Pittsburgh 👻#TGIF image
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
#Friday — my reading spot is festive 🎃 #JonFosse #Pittsburgh image
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Francisco de Goya: The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters #art #october image
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
Cheering for my nephew tonight at his Dek Hockey Game! 🏒🥅 image
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
I see people are using the word “cunt” on nostr today. Reminds me of this piece: “Aside from the "dick beat," Emre has taken up the project of championing forgotten female writers — "the cunt beat," she joked. She has written about "modernism's forgotten mystic" Mary Butts, the surrealist Leonora Carrington, and Susan Taubes, whose 1969 feminine rage anthem "Divorcing," written from the perspective of the protagonist's severed head, was published just days before Taubes drowned herself.” I read Taubes this summer— great stuff
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
#Morning read (switching back & forth from audio to text— and I’ve never seen the movie). His prose…🔥”She watched him, not unkindly. She smiled. Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they? No mam. Alejandra will be in Mexico with her mother for two weeks. Then she will be here for the summer. He swallowed. Whatever my appearance may suggest, I am not a particularly old fashioned woman. Here we live in a small world. A close world. Alejandra and I disagree strongly. Quite strongly in fact. She is much like me at that age and I seem at times to be struggling with my own past self. I was unhappy as a child for reasons that are no longer important. But the thing in which we are united, my niece and I … She broke off. She set the cup and saucer to one side. The polished wood of the table held a round shape of breath where they’d stood that diminished from the edges in and vanished. She looked up. I had no one to advise me, you see. Perhaps I would not have listened anyway. I grew up in a world of men. I thought this would have prepared me to live in a world of men but it did not. I was also rebellious and so I recognize it in others. Yet I think that I had no wish to break things. Or perhaps only those things that wished to break me….” ~Cormac McCarthy https://a.co/5dsmaeR
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
#books— scroll down for the bit about Alia Hanna Habib “This she managed by taking on clients early in their careers and convincing publishers to trust her taste. Sometimes on the basis of just one excellent article or small-press book, Habib started turning semi-unknowns into household names, like Clint Smith, Hanif Abdurraqib, Merve Emre (whom Habib has represented since her essay on female sociopaths was published on Digg)…”
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katrintheresa 2 years ago
“The show’s creators, David Benioff and D. B. Weiss, have said that my character is a blend of Napoleon, Joan of Arc, and Lawrence of Arabia. And yet, in the weeks after we finished shooting the first season, despite all the looming excitement of a publicity campaign and the series première, I hardly felt like a conquering spirit. I was terrified. Terrified of the attention, terrified of a business I barely understood, terrified of trying to make good on the faith that the creators of “Thrones” had put in me. I felt, in every way, exposed. In the very first episode, I appeared naked, and, from that first press junket onward, I always got the same question: some variation of “You play such a strong woman, and yet you take off your clothes. Why?” In my head, I’d respond, “How many men do I need to kill to prove myself?” A Battle for My Life