Bruno Schulz via Nicole Krauss

As I was painting my toenails, I wanted to listen to a podcast and came across Nicole Krauss reading Bruno Schulz's story “Father’s Last Escape” (via The New Yorker on SoundCloud). This piqued my interest because The History of Love by Krauss is one of my absolute favorite novels -- it's one of those reads that you wish could go on forever -- and there's a character named Bruno in it (modeled after the historical Bruno Schulz [1892-1942], which I wasn't aware of until today!). If you have a half hour to spare, you should really listen to this podcast -- Krauss speaks about Schulz's life and death, contextualizes "Father's Last Escape" before narrating it, and then goes on to compare "Father's Last Escape" to Franz Kafka's "The Metamorphosis".

Procrastination!

Sweet baby Jesus, I've been so lazy all day and haven't worked on my neuroscience papers at all and have to work every day up until I leave to Florida on Friday. Nice run on sentence, Yacki. Whatever.

I've been treating myself to a few things this past week:

 A new coat that makes me look like an eskimo and a pretty ring, 

both from Forever 21. Don't mind the make up from last night, ha.

 My winter break reading material -- it's about the lady

from which we get the HeLa cell line.

SO EXCITED TO READ IT!

 My winter break homework. Must get through this book,

so that I'm a good cardiology research associate.

 Winter break homework part two. Must learn how to read

ECGs so that I am a good cardiology clinical coordinator.

New open toed boots from DSW. On sale for $35!

I know, I know...open toed boots are pretty 

stupid, but I think they look good.

Diagnosing Disease, 1989.

25. weathered

 26 things: november 2010

Scoped out this book at a local thrift store for $1.99 
because I loved the old school images found within.

 

denise lambert loses her virginity

"in her bedroom, on his knees, he planted his thumbs on her hipbones and pressed his mouth to her thighs and then to her whatever; she felt returned to a childhood world of grimm and c.s. lewis where a touch could be transformative. his hands made her hips into a woman's hips, his mouth made her thighs into a woman's thighs, her whatever into a cunt. these were the advantages of being wanted by someone older--to feel like an ungendered marionette, to be given a guided tour of the state of her morphology, to have its usefulness elucidated by a person for whom it was just the ticket.

boys her own age wanted something, but they didn't seem to know exactly what." - from the corrections (p. 371) by j. franzen.

so many lines in the corrections resonate with me for days upon days. so many lines gone without being underlined that i will eventually forget about unless i someday read my own copy* of the corrections for a second time (* = i'm currently reading bilal's copy because i lost mine & i'm pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate me scribbling all over his book).

anyway, the above passage may be pervy of me to post (especially that cunt bit; i was seriously contemplating censoring it to read 'c*nt'), but that childhood metaphor made me nostalgic. it reminded me of that sprightly excitement stimulated by 'first times'. i'm also really feeling that last line ('boys her own age wanted something, but they didn't seem to know exactly what.'). i know it's a generalization, but it really spoke to me. it reminded me of a failed romance -- a "it's me [him], not you [me]" sort of deal, where he simply didn't know what he wanted at the end (in retrospect, i'm pretty sure everyone kinda knows what they want, but they use this line because they can't muster up the courage to bluntly say 'i don't want to be with you anymore').