Month: February 2017

“I am a the flood, the fire, the oil spill…”

Today I woke up with “Be Brave” by My Brightest Diamond and Macbeth in my head.

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Book Playlist: The Revenant by Michael Punke

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The year is 1823, and the trappers of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company live a brutal frontier life. Trapping beaver, they contend daily with the threat of Indian tribes turned warlike over the white men’s encroachment on their land, and other prairie foes—like the unforgiving landscape and its creatures. Hugh Glass is among the Company’s finest men, an experienced frontiersman and an expert tracker. But when a scouting mission puts him face-to-face with a grizzly bear, he is viciously mauled and not expected to survive.

The Company’s captain dispatches two of his men to stay behind and tend to Glass before he dies, and to give him the respect of a proper burial. When the two men abandon him instead, taking his only means of protecting himself—including his precious gun and hatchet— with them, Glass is driven to survive by one desire: revenge.

With shocking grit and determination, Glass sets out crawling inch by inch across more than three thousand miles of uncharted American frontier, negotiating predators both human and not, the threat of starvation, and the agony of his horrific wounds. In Michael Punke’s hauntingly spare and gripping prose, The Revenant is a remarkable tale of obsession, the human will stretched to its limits, and the lengths that one man will go to for retribution.

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Top Ten Tuesday: Valentine’s Day Edition

This week’s Top Ten Tuesday – hosted by The Broke and the Bookish – is all about romance! Obviously….with Valentine’s Day this was a must. Everyone is thinking about love and romance (or lack thereof).

Now, everyone knows a couple that isn’t going to last. Maybe one, the other, or both individuals involved are immature; or maybe the circumstances aren’t right; or maybe they just aren’t well suited for each other; or maybe their family and friends are against the relationship….or countless other reasons. It’s just clear that the romance is doomed to fail.

There are a lot of these romances in literature too….so here are my top ten “doomed to fail” literary romances.

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Reading Globally

I know I just recently shared another infograph about world literature, but it’s an area of literature I haven’t read nearly enough into and I am finding a lot of interesting, engaging reads from these and want to share the works. The best way to combat isolationist mentality is to empathetically and thoughtfully engage with people who are different from us, and of course I think the best way to do this is through reading! As usual the link to the list is in the image! 

“Dispossessed of its objects, space was swarming”

A Forest Tale | by Gabriel Isak:

“A Forest Tale” by Gabriel Isak

I woke with a start. Cliche I know. But that’s what happened. My room was dark, of course, what had I expected? The silence spread out, blanketing the darkness with peace and sleep.

But I was not asleep, and something roiled in my stomach – the silence was not covering my mind. It did not encourage me to slide back into sleep. Instead the tightness of my stomach forced the peaceful silence away; turned the darkness into an ominous suffocating entity.

After a few minutes of silent desperation I sat up. I was being illogical.

“Men are mortal. Socrates is a man. Therefore Socrates is mortal.” I shattered the silence with my basic, philosophy one-o-one, syllogism.

“Being afraid of the dark is only the continued fear from primordial time, an evolutionary impulse meant to keep us safe, continuing into the present through millennia of superstition and myth.” I spoke out, my words restoring logic and order.

What had forced me into this state of wakefulness at….two in the morning?

A dream probably….one I could not recall. I had spent too much time orienting myself.

A light breath escaped my mouth, the muscles through my neck and shoulders released, and my eyes fluttered shut. I could return to sleep now.

To die, to sleep–
To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil (1)

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