Alluring may be the conclusion of thinking this is a post about Vera Brittain’s narration. For the time being, I am intending to be your narrator.
Sunburned and melancholic that I returned from my vacation, it’s at last time to sit down and write to you about this wondrous work of Nikos Kazantzakis, a novel-landmark not only for Grete but the entire Greece as well.
I first encountered the above-pictured copy of Zorba in a small, picturesque souvenir shop in Gerakini, Chalkidiki. A shop whose “aroma” inspired nothing but Grecian air and sea, the proper home for Kazantzakis’ words!
A quick glance at the first page and I was intrigued and lured into our intellectual’s world. Zorba had been made an instant perfect acquaintance of mine.
Grabbed my copy, grabbed my postcards and headed straight to the sea.
Thus, began my trip to Crete! Continue reading
Quoting the beloved, Leonard Cohen seemed like the most appropriate and smoothest way to begin our talk. You’ll also find that his presence in this work of fiction is not only used musically but metaphorically as well, I would like to say almost as a foreshadowing or as an irony, -as enigmatic as it sounds, it’s really worth solving by yourself-.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.He exits. – epilogue, The Tempest
This is a short novel. A novel that plays quite sensitively with the lines of fiction and autobiography.
“Just as I am writing at the same time as I am being read. Only I do not start with the ending that would justify the beginning — as death appears to comment on life — because I must record the preceding events.
Even as I write this I feel ashamed at pouncing on you with a narrative that is so open and explicit.”
“The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?” –Alice McDermott
Parenthesis has closed. For one, I kinda owed Cavafy an apology for my quick and a little harsh judgment of his work (oh, and yes, I’m still getting nostalgic over last year’s reads). This little black classic (along with Rossetti’s’) helped me overcome the intimidation, the fear of poetry. Talking about fears is also extremely intimidating so let me quote one of Fanny and Keats’s discussions.
John Keats: A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept the mystery.
“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.” – Emily Dickinson
**takes a small sip**November was greatly fulfilling! I’m happy to say that I enjoyed myself a lot, in the company of fabulous friends and fabulous books.