Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces.
— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
(It’s going to be very Clarice-y around here until I finish The Passion According to G.H.)
I haven’t thought about Trump for days. I am at peace. I am looking forward to not thinking about him ever again for years upon years.
I am forcing my book club to read Swann’s Way, and I am so looking forward to talking with them about it. I re-read it (the glorious Lydia Davis* translation) this summer, mostly sprawled in an uncomfortable armchair in our London flat, and was continually hushed and inspired. I think I may start reading a volume a year again.
*Lydia Davis, QUEEN OF MY HEART, is a visiting fellow at the University of Virginia this semester, and I am going to every event she does here. Every one. My goal is for her to leave Charlottesville and be all, Who was that curly-haired goon who sat in the front row of all my lectures?