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flowerytale · 7 months
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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It is the haunted who haunt.
Elizabeth Bowen, Chill Tidings: Dark Tales of the Christmas Season; from ‘Green Holly’, ed. Tanya Kirk
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novlr · 6 months
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“[Dialogue] should convey a sense of spontaneity but eliminate the repetitiveness of real talk.” — Elizabeth Bowen
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inafieldofdaisies · 20 days
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Resident Alien (2021-) | Season 3, Episode 4 “Avian Flu” | Favorite scenes
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theclassicsreader · 1 year
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She did not so much ask herself why she was here as why she was ever anywhere.
— Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris
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fyhk · 7 months
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Link Click's Time Telling and Story Travel
I love Link Click writers for focusing on the story as more than a time travel narrative, and showing us the naked humanity that strives to change, that simply choosing to be helpful is the right thing to do, whether it affects you well or badly is an inquiry for later.
They are saying that you/we don't need time travel to help.
I mean, look at this series villain, it's rumours, is the biggest villain of all.
And the story doesn't take a dunk on time travel, it is using it to make us realise that time travel to do the right thing equals doing the right thing in present.
Watching Link Click is giving me major Elizabeth Bowen and H. G. Wells vibes, especially Bowen's ''In the Heat of Day'' novel, it's an investigation/spy story, where time moves backward as the story progresses, the novel is a play as well, by using and referencing Hamlet. Link Click s2ep9 is that too, it's an anime and a play, the story is going backwards as time progresses, and ofc, the investigation part.
Most importantly, the novel encourages you to look for the truth, avoid rumours, and doing so you are doing the right thing. And by using multi-literature canons the author is saying that reading literature is one way to find the truth and do good. We can look at the anime's meta-message like this, using multi-media -anime and play-to showcase how powerful art and literature and anime can be as it helps you/us that we can be good, and do good.
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anoceanofcuriosity · 5 months
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“What runs on most through a family living in one place is a continuous, semi-physical dream. Above this dream-level successive lives show their tips, their little conscious formations of will and thought. With the end of each generation, the lives that submerged here were absorbed again. With each death, the air of the place had thickened: it had been added to. The dead do not need to visit Bowen's Court rooms - as I said, we had no ghosts in that house - because they already permeated them. The land outside Bowen's Court windows left prints on my ancestors' eyes that looked out: perhaps their eyes left, also, prints on the scene? If so, those prints were part of the scene for me.” - Bowen’s Court (1942) by Elizabeth Bowen.
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oldshrewsburyian · 2 years
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Any suggestions for books that have a cozy fall feel to them? I'm trying to read my way to cooler weather :P
I sympathize with this endeavor! I have a double confession to make, though. 1) I am never sure what people on Tumblr mean when they say "cozy." 2) Even though I am fairly certain what "cozy" means when applied to subgenres of light fiction, this is not what I seek when I turn to seasonal fall reading. What I am usually looking for in autumnal fiction is some combination of:
death and decay are inevitable; they can also be beautiful
autumn is a time simultaneously of hope and of reckoning with that hope's disappointment
the academic calendar and academic communities (see also above, tbh)
With, um, all that in mind... some recommendations.
Gaudy Night, Dorothy L. Sayers. "Let us go now, and have the truth at all hazards" and also "epic actions are all fought by the rearguard" and "if it ever occurs to people to value the honor of the mind equally with the honor of the body, we shall get a social revolution of a quite unparalleled sort."
Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh (for its gorgeous descriptions of all seasons, and also everything else)
Embers, Sándor Márai (the end of a life and the end of an empire... but maybe not the end of love)
On the Edge of Reason, Miroslav Krleža (I'm pretty sure this opens in September; it is beautiful and poignant and savage)
Lolly Willowes, Sylvia Townsend Warner (this actually might come quite close to what you are looking for; this is a lovely and tender and melancholy and hopeful book)
A Small Town in Germany, John Le Carré (small town, large stakes, and Le Carré's customary insight and humor)
Radetzkymarsch, Joseph Roth (this is another end-of-empire one)
Georgics and Eclogues, Virgil (his birthday is in October! lots of lovely harvest poetry and also poetry about destructive love.)
Summer in the Country, Edith Templeton (summer must end, empire must end, deceptions... may or may not)
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen (the last because in the autumn of 1920, in County Cork, old certainties and old loyalties are about to go up in flames.)
The Salzburg Connection, Helen MacInnes (not only is this that too-rare thing, an espionage novel written by a woman, but the thing I remember best about it is the male protagonist's quotation of/meditation on Rilke's "Herbsttag.")
The Dig, John Preston (this takes place, of course, over a summer, from May to September. But this is 1939, so September is always, always on the horizon. I did not particularly like the beautiful film as an adaptation, but I want a motivational poster of Ralph Fiennes saying "We all fail! every day!")
I hope that at least some of these may be interesting! I also always think Ellis Peters does a lovely job of evoking seasons in her Cadfael novels, and you could do worse than going through and reading the autumnal ones.
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rherlotshadow · 6 months
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Mood
The House in Paris, The Silence in the Garden.
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riverbird · 15 days
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"Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One’s relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain."
Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart
"Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude. (...) And all the spaces of our past moments of solitude, the spaces in which we have suffered from solitude, enjoyed, desired, and compromised solitude, remain indelible within us and precisely because the human being wants them to remain so. He knows instinctively that this space identified with his solitude is creative; that even when it is forever expunged from the present, when, henceforth, it is alien to all the promises of the future, even when we no longer have a garret, when the attic room is lost and gone, there remains the fact that we once loved a garret, once lived in an attic. We return to them in our night dreams. These retreats have the value of a shell." Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
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"Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day."
- Elizabeth Bowen
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rosalindthe2nd · 2 months
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“She enjoyed being in the streets - unguarded smiles from strangers, the permitted frown of someone walking alone, lovers’ looks, as though they had solved something, and the unsolitary air with which the old or wretched seemed to carry sorrow made her feel that people at least knew each other, if they did not yet know her, if she did not yet know them.”
The Death of the Heart by Elizabeth Bowen.
What a great articulation of the sort of impersonal companionship to be found in a city (aka why I actually enjoy my commute)
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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Her own person haunted her⁠—
Elizabeth Bowen, Chill Tidings: Dark Tales of the Christmas Season; from ‘Green Holly’, ed. Tanya Kirk
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writerswritecompany · 2 years
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Quotable – Elizabeth Bowen
Read more about the author here
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outstanding-quotes · 1 year
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Personal relations make a perfect havoc of me.
Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September
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herecomesoberon · 1 year
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Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September
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