“Did it matter then, she asked herself, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?” If somebody told you that an hour is long enough, would you believe it? That,...
In the meandering course of life, you need a book like A Room of One’s Own to ground you. The book reflects a lifelong yearning, to tirelessly be, to consider the self as an eternally shifting dimension, which comes together in the form of strength, conviction, and knowledge. This book contains the spirit of...
Reading To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf is like learning how characters blend with each other and their surroundings. And yet the boundaries between their language and inner nature never stay the same. The book is about the passing of time; stamped by ephemeral moments and endearment. It’s about an unaware, sullen shift; simmered...
” – one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold. One can only give one’s audience the chance of drawing their own conclusions as they observe the limitations, the prejudices, the idiosyncrasies of the speaker.” A gentle and humorous take on...
I got the inspiration for this article after reading John Berger’s Ways of Seeing (read my review). It’s a remarkable read for many reasons and that’s precisely what inspired me to think of this topic. This article dives deeper into how the perspective from viewing painting as art can also translate to reading books...