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Clarice Lispector
“I write as if to save somebody’s life.
Probably my own.”
— A Breath of Life (1978)
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“The purpose of punctuation is to make writing easier to read,” Louis Menand writes, “and making writing easier to read means giving greater and greater numbers of people access to the written word.” A new book by Florence Hazrat, celebrating punctuation in all its forms, makes the striking claim that the history of punctuation is the history of humanity itself. It has entered into a class of books about the mechanics of writing—to which Sarah L. Kaufman’s “Verb Your Enthusiasm” belongs. But how do we think about these sentences, words, and marks amid a current evolution in the phenomenology of reading? Authors like Hazrat and Kaufman want us to understand reading as a bodily experience, one which can transmit an author’s state of mind, or set of emotions, to our own. Menand considers the strange power of, among other things, punctuation: newyorkermag.visitlink.me/UV…
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James Baldwin on the relationship between creativity and integrity themarginalian.org/2016/04/1…
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Can reading make you happier?
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Whatever book you pick up, it’s likely to make you feel better—maybe even a whole lot better. “In a secular age, I suspect that reading fiction is one of the few remaining paths to transcendence, that elusive state in which the distance between the self and the universe shrinks,” Ceridwen Dovey writes, in “Can Reading Make You Happier?,” which was published in 2015. Dive into the research behind the therapeutic effect of books: newyorkermag.visitlink.me/Wv…
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My life in London, the life I had cobbled together with the barest of routines, grew thin and unconvincing. It now seldom felt real. newyorker.com/magazine/2026/…
I interviewed Daniyal Mueenuddin, whom I think of as a poet who happens to write prose (he agrees). A fun conversation; his metaphors (sweet!) alone made it delectable!
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Review of ‘Maryam & Son’ by @MirzaWaheed in today's @the_hindu
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Arithmetic of loss | Review of Mirza Waheed’s Maryam & Son
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"Kaeshur, like any other living language, is essentially a speaking language — a medium of understanding and explanation. It does not depend on written texts."
Spoke to Kashmiri poet, linguist, and critic, Shafi Shauq, for this Sunday's Bookmarks column:
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But if you didn’t want to be proved wrong, if you didn’t want to be altered or antagonized in ways that you could never predict, why would you read at all?
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Years ago, when my still-receptive mind was dazzled by 'The Sense of Style', I half-agreed with Pinker on writing, but sensed something off. As @automachination sharply argues, it’s the arrogance and his fundamental misunderstanding of writing as art.
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Performative-reading phenomenon appears less like a newfangled way of calling people pretentious and more like an odious reflection of society’s increasing deprioritization of the written word.
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As an aspiring bookshop owner, this felt so warm. A beautiful story of a bookshop owner sharing her hopes and heartache of fulfilling a life-long dream: setting up and running a bookshop. 'Because bookshops make everything better, don’t they?'
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For those who come from outside, it is a city you fall in love in and fall in love with, only to find yourself, in time, falling out of favour with it or discovering it has fallen out of favour with you. But it never leaves your imagination. @the_hindu
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Attaul Munim's generous review of 'City of Kashmir' for The Hindu.
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“Not Knowing” by Donald Barthelme is such a beautiful, playful essay. Barthelme’s point? No one creating anything ever really knows what they’re doing, and that confusion, that fumbling, that NOT KNOWING is exactly where the most beautiful things emerge.
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‘I knew that someday, years or perhaps decades down the line, when half of Gaza was still rubble and the other half Israeli skyscrapers, the magazine would offer a mea culpa’: an (Arab) ex–New Yorker staffer writes a scathing essay on the magazine.
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