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The melancholy of defeat She did not know that morality is seldom a safe guide for human conduct. Life is no bed of roses for the middle-aged widow Florence Green.
When she decides to open a bookshop in the dozy coastal Suffolk town of Hardborough Southwoldshe will have to The melancholy of defeat She did not know that morality is seldom a safe guide for human conduct.
When she decides to open a bookshop in the dozy coastal Suffolk town of Hardborough Southwoldshe will have to find out that a kind heart is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation.
She blinded herself, in short, by pretending for a while that human beings are not divided into exterminators and exterminates, with the former, at any given moment, predominating.
Will-power is useless without a sense of direction. Hers was at such a low ebb that it no longer gave her the instructions for survival. Sketching slightly surreal, absurdist rules, she inventively illustrates how the law is ruthlessly turned into a cunning weapon, tailor-made by and for the ones in power to get their ways, incorporating raw institutional injustice.
How words are able to destroy words, and lives. Much is left unsaid and left to the reader to imagine. Human nature, Fitzgerald seems to tell us, is cruel, and if not intentionally causing harm out of malevolence, such often happens out of stupidity, conceit, selfishness. A brilliantly dark and spiky tale that touched me to the core and a marvellous first acquaintance with a fascinating author I will definitely read more of and about I enjoyed reading the insightful essay of Julian Barnes in Through the Window: I love Fitzgerald's keen observations of characters a I have just finished reading this book 20 minutes ago!
I love Fitzgerald's keen observations of characters and her wry comments regarding money, power and politics, so although I kept hoping that things would turn around for Florence I shouldn't have been surprised. Your wonderful review encapsulated all that and made sense of it for me.
I feel better now! Fitzgerald is so good in winning the reader's sympathy for Florence that like you I just couldn't but hoping for her that things would change for the better, and the ending - although maybe not unexpected - was a tough nut to crack - but to me it felt right and apt in the light of the events in the novel and Fitzgerald's view on the small community and human nature.Cord Jefferson is a writer living in Los Angeles.
Nov 2, On Kindness My mother is sick.
By Cord Jefferson Illustrations by Celine Loup. The Death of the Moth. Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-underwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us.
I went to a dinner party at a friend’s home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time. Little Maya was all curly brown hair, doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown.
As a follow-up to Tuesday’s post about the majority-minority public schools in Oslo, the following brief account reports the latest statistics on the cultural enrichment of schools in Austria.
Vienna is the most fully enriched location, and seems to be in roughly the same situation as Oslo. Many thanks to Hermes for the translation from timberdesignmag.com We are now just past what I referred to as "the next decade" (in the original paper) wherein so much was/continues to be determined about how - and how soon - we begin this next age - or if we do - before the planet (otherwise) overhauls itself.
Short Essay on Kindness Dr. Meenakshi Essay on kindness. Right said 'Mark Twain'. Kindness is the universal language that is comprehended beyond the boundaries. Each and every individual understands and speaks this language.
An act of kindness never goes futile. If you are kind to someone it will reflect in your and his behaviour.