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derangedrhythms · 10 months
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It is always tempting, of course, to impose one's view rather than to undergo the submission required by art-a submission, akin to that of generosity or love, that evokes the private response rather than the authorized one. But art is not technology and cannot be "mastered." It is an endless access to revelatory states of mind, a vast extension of living experience and a way of communing with the dead. An intimacy with truth, through which, however much instruction is provided and absorbed, each of us must pass alone.
Shirley Hazzard
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auroraleigh · 1 year
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some of my favourite musings on romantic (and sometimes obsessive) love for february and valentines
e.e. cummings / edith wharton / shirley hazzard / elizabeth smart / james baldwin / leonard cohen / marie howe
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veryslowreader · 1 year
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The Great Fire by Shirley Hazzard 
The O.C.: "The SnO.C."
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elizabethanism · 2 years
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He regarded the afternoon as something to be slept through. 
 — Shirley Hazzard, The Evening of the Holiday
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darkbloomiana · 1 year
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The traveller equipped with even one introduction arrives with a card to play, a possible clue to the mystery. Yet those who have never experienced solitude in a strange and complex place—never arrived in the unknown without credentials, without introductions to the right people, or the wrong ones—have missed an exigent luxury. Never to have made the lonely walk along the Seine or Lungarno, or passed those austere evenings on which all the world but oneself has destination and companion, perhaps never to have felt the full presence of the unfamiliar. It is thus one achieves a slow, indelible intimacy with place, learning to match its moods with one’s own. At such times it is as if a destination had awaited us with nearly human expectation and with an exquisite blend of receptivity and detachment. The moment comes: we intersect a history, a long existence, offering our fresh discovery as regeneration.
—Shirley Hazzard
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annacswenson · 2 years
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~ Christian was aware of the woman simmering there, a boiling turned low ~ —Transit of Venus, Shirley Hazzard
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gotobedfrances · 6 months
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kammartinez · 11 months
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kamreadsandrecs · 11 months
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sweetestmonotony · 1 year
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Alice, Shirley and George said live your damn life
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a-reading-journal · 2 years
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His idea of her, she thought, was as superficial as her own impression of this countryside; he saw her on holiday, and not as she actually was - someone with parents, bills, ailments, someone who did the shopping and went to the dentist and was accountable to friends. 46
‘Are you always like this?’
‘Like what?’
‘Following the score instead of listening to the music?’ 56
He turned his head once more. ‘Look at me. Will you love me as much as this tomorrow?’
He had asked this rhetorical question during the day and they had laughed at it. Now she turned her cheek against the hard leather and didn’t reply. It was the question no one could answer, and her reason for not wanting to arrive. Whether tomorrow she would love him, or he her, as much as this, or more, or less, no one could say. The road, the city - whose lights and towers could now be seen below the stars - the warm bath, the comfortable bed and their sleep together, all brought that tomorrow closer. And the thread of her happiness was no stronger than the clasp of her fingers on his coat, no longer than this last mile of their journey. 78-9
Centuries before, this plain had been a shallow lake, and it was from this time that the monastery was dated. Even now the drained fields lay on the plain with the relapsed stillness of inland water, and the two figures waded through the grass as if through the shallows of the pool. It was afternoon and their slowly moving forms were the only sign of life as, one behind the other, they climbed the little rise. 91-2
At what greater advantage can you be, Sophie wondered, than to have come to the end of your life? 125
Finished 18 July, 2022
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pressure-machine · 2 months
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"In the heart of the fire, we found the strength to carry on, to rebuild what was lost, and to emerge stronger than ever before." - Shirley Hazzard
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nicolerrichie · 8 months
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Nicole Richie's end of summer 2023 reads: • Collected Stories by Shirley Hazzard • Everybody Thought We Were Crazy by Mark Rozzo • Drinking Coffee Elsewhere by ZZ Packer • Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov • The Electric Kool-Aid Test by Tom Wolfe • Black Swans: Stories by Eve Babitz • The Black Unicorn by Audre Lorde
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biboocat · 1 year
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Enjoying Madame Bovary in translation. The translation for this edition is by Eleanor Marx Aveling. The translator for my other copy is Francis Steegmuller (married to the writer Shirley Hazzard). I’d eventually like to read both. So far it’s a fascinating psycho analysis of Emma Bovary. The sequence of events seems as inevitable as an arrangement of dominoes falling.
Update with spoilers:
Unfortunately Emma is a classic, physically attractive narcissist. She has had little education or experience to temper her narcissism, and the havoc she creates is sadly predictable. It’s well written, but I found this predictably rather tiresome. I felt Emma’s final solution unrealistic; narcissists typically find a way to survive. Charles can be blamed for his naïveté and his egotistical motives for a beautiful wife that blind him from reality. Flaubert also excoriates society in their treatment of vulnerable Charles. Plenty of blame all round.
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jomiddlemarch · 2 years
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* TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !
favorite color: yellow, the green throat of a mallard
currently reading: Transit of Venus by Shirley Hazzard (in print), Slightly Sinful by Mary Balogh (on my Kindle), the latest issue of the New Yorker, Disability Disability ed. Alice Wong (work-related but highly recommend to anyone!)
last song: whatever was playing on the Jamiroquai station complements of Siri, while addressing postcards to voters in PA
last series: Umbrella Academy, Season 3 (Netflix), starting Ted Lasso with the kids (Apple TV), For All Mankind (Apple TV), just finished Alone, Season 10 (History), Dream House Makeover (Netflix), Married at First Sight, Season 10 (Netflix) because I am a child of the 80s and I like to watch TV after dinner :)
last movie: Wildlife, American Pastoral
sweet / spicy / savory: savory but like them all
currently working on: draft of my third novel, addressing 300 postcards to voters in PA, arranging the community service project for my 25th college reunion, organizing a team for the NAMIwalk in October, keeping my garden alive, hanging family pictures
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alrederedmixedmedia · 3 months
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Alredered Remembers Shirley Hazzard, Australian/American novelist and short story writer, on her birthday.
"It's nervous work. The state you need to write in is the state that others are paying large sums of money to get rid of."
-Shirley Hazzard
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