Once, at the second-hand market, I was flipping through the pages of an old book. It was called Boredom, written by a certain Alberto Moravia. I was fascinated since the very first lines. How is it… Alberto Moravia’s Boredom: The Nothing that swallows the meanings of reality
When Charles Bukowski starts to write his first novel, most of his life has already passed by. Among humiliating jobs, nights spent awake or drunk in the park, life has already consecrated Charles Bukowski, not… When Charles Bukowski was writing for 100$ per month
‘The day had gone by just as days go by’ Since the first sentence in Steppenwolf, we can realize that Hermann Hesse didn’t have a spiritual and peaceful life in those days. Biographically speaking, it is important to… Steppenwolf, Hermann Hesse and the research of the higher self
Haruki Murakami’s favorite word is music. In Kafka on the Shore it’s mentioned 91 times, and the same happens in many of his other famous books. In literature, normally words are what really matters, but in his… Kafka listens to Radiohead: the music in Haruki Murakami’s books
“In the name of Annah the Everliving, the Bringer of Allmaziful, the Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run as it is uneven, unhemmed!” This would be enough short/abstract glimpse… Finnegans Wake, James Joyce’s untranslatable dream