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Jan. 27th, 2006
And now, a regular post.
Jan. 27th, 2006 10:49 amThere will be two main points here.
Point (a):
She know why, I trust. :D
Point (b):
(mostly copy and paste through and through here, you're warned.)
I've just finished Ancien malade des hôpitaux de Paris, something like a couple of hours after having found out about its existence, also probably something like a few days before you'll actually see this posted (ETA: It was the 16th. Yeah, I know.), and--
(Quoted from an article written by Giorgio Gallione, right at the end of the book.)
(And didn't my translation suck, by the by.)
( And since it's also a Pennac post, you get a Pennac quote. )
Point (a):
MUCH LOVE FOR THE NI! ♥
She know why, I trust. :D
Point (b):
(mostly copy and paste through and through here, you're warned.)
I've just finished Ancien malade des hôpitaux de Paris, something like a couple of hours after having found out about its existence, also probably something like a few days before you'll actually see this posted (ETA: It was the 16th. Yeah, I know.), and--
I'm finding again what I love in Pennac: a narration that takes a pleasure void of any shame from the joys of language and thought, that loves to smile but doesn't feel the pounding need to laugh, that alternates identification and sneers. A text where often mouth and stomach are laughing, but the mind is at work, where you laugh because you've tripped: then, evrything turns all right again (or so it seems), but your foot still hurts a little.
(Quoted from an article written by Giorgio Gallione, right at the end of the book.)
(And didn't my translation suck, by the by.)
( And since it's also a Pennac post, you get a Pennac quote. )