I want to read Little, Big. I read Crowley's The Translator over a year ago and instantly hated it, but it somehow metamorphosed in my mind into something rich and beautiful far beyond my actual experience of reading the sentences the comprised it. Got under the skin, as the cliche goes.
The Faerie Queene too. Someday.
I hesitated over Milton as well, along with Tolstoy and Pynchon. On reflection, Pynchon probably makes it (I've never finish GR, but I want to!). Maybe Tolstoy too--for Anna Karenina at least. But he's so much like nature itself, he would be redundant on the island. (I don't understand this when people say it about Shakespeare--really a writer as glaringly artificial as Joyce, and in the most artificial of literary media--but about Tolstoy it seems appropriate).
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Date: 2005-03-26 05:55 am (UTC)The Faerie Queene too. Someday.
I hesitated over Milton as well, along with Tolstoy and Pynchon. On reflection, Pynchon probably makes it (I've never finish GR, but I want to!). Maybe Tolstoy too--for Anna Karenina at least. But he's so much like nature itself, he would be redundant on the island. (I don't understand this when people say it about Shakespeare--really a writer as glaringly artificial as Joyce, and in the most artificial of literary media--but about Tolstoy it seems appropriate).