Friday, April 23, 2010

Imagine: 100 Days of the Book

Today a month ago happened what does not happen often: I was ahead the times.

Therefore, I thought tonight I'd just have to set the very link, but alas:

By doing so I had to realise: I am almost one month behind the time to answer some comments.
Not that this would not happen now and then. It does.
And as I am at it: Mostly it's not due to the attribute I am (often) coquetting with (my laziness), but my (felt) inability to quickly/spontaneously express my thoughts. In this very case it's due to something else.
Ah, it's such a pity: to read an interesting comment/thought, and (feeling to) not having the words, (to) not having the time to answer properly and then - to forget about it.
Well, my problem. Why did I start blogging in English, instead of sticking to the language I sucked from my mother's breast?!

End of the beforegoing.

[...] and after having cancelled lots of further rubbish [...].
For those who did not follow above given link: Certain people do (the rest of their contempories wish to) think today - April 23rd - is 'The Day of the Book'.

These people are idiots; and not just in the classical sense.

What about an Orwellian Hate Week?
Coming to think of it. One week of hate would mean: there'd be 51 weeks of no hate at all. What a relief, hm?!
Analogue, there'd be 364 Days of no Book.
[Yes, yes! And 365 days in leap years.]
Take your choice.

Postscriptum for those who'd find difficult to understand: It's not as difficult as you think; it's much more complex.

Finally, my commendation for the next Day of the Book:

Some works of John McGahern.

They're easily read within 24 hours.
And re the other few authors worth being read: In case you're able to read immediately after your birth, and assuming you're going to live 100 years, there'll be 100 Days of the Book. Now that's a big heap of time, hm?
And good luck with the other 36,400
(bookless) days.


  1. Truly enjoyed your meeting with McGahern, and the tree video. You have quite a collection of his books. I never read him. Which one do I get first? From the time I was five, I couldn't even imagine a bookless day, Sean.

  2. My goodness! Is it the Day of the Book again? Time flies. Doesn't seem like a year since the last time you celebrated it. Must be my age.

  3. 36400 days of no book? That sounds like Hell and not one where the first question you hear is

    "Is it about a bicycle"

  4. BTW, your English is excellent and I'm glad you're blogging in English. Otherwise, I would miss so much of Omnium. The translating service is awful on the Internet. I'm using it for VLR. Whether in French or English, it doesn't do justice to Bertus' prose and poetry.

  5. The Day of the Book? I didn't know, so I've missed my chance to read that one book I'm due this year! (If you're busy, should you just have the Hour of the Book? The 15 Minutes of the Book?) What a silly idea...
    I may have mentioned this before, but your English is excellent, and made more charming and enjoyable by its occasional quirks.

  6. Claudia,
    ha, so you read last year's post. Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for telling.
    Not many doubts I have that most people when being asked which of his books are must read would say: Amongst Women.
    As you asked me 'Which one do I get first?' my answer is: 'The Collected Stories'! Each one a gem.

    don't worry, both we have got just one month older since.

    hell of a thought, hm?
    Apropos 'Bicycle': Did you ever happen to see a stagcycle?

    You are very kind. You do, of course, know I am not fishing for compliments. I am just complaining that my English is worse than my German.
    Re Bertus: Both his prose (especially when he's writing about his time in Africa) and his poetry are unique.
    For me I wish my Dutch were better, for the sake of many others I wish he were blogging in English.

    I did not yet try to count all 'Days of ... (whatever)', still I am sure, a year containing of 730 days would not be enough.
    Still, you mention an interesting point: 'The Hour of the Book? The 15 Minutes of the Book'.

    For many many years I did not read many novels, but at least one short story per day.
    Well, and taking above's example, becoming 100 years old, by reading one hour per day, at the end one would have spent reading 265 days more than those celebrating one Day of the Book each year.

    You are lovely, my friend. 'Occasional quirks' to me sounds like a wonderful compliment. Thank you.

  7. With D.E., I love the "charming quirks" we find on Sean's blog. Here some lyrics to sing on the Old MacDonald had a farm tune:

    Friend Omnium has a blog, E-I-E-I-O
    And on his blog he has a quirk, E-I-E-I-O
    With a "quirk-quirk" here, and a "quirk-quirk" there
    Here a "quirk" there a "quirk"
    Not many a "quirk-quirk"
    Friend Omnium has a blog, E-I-E-I-O

    To your marvellous English proficiency, dear Sean. I envy you... Cheers! Sláinte! À ta santé! Prost!:)

  8. Sorry, Sean. The word "quirk" tickled my silly bone....

  9. Claudia,
    blushing, smilingly raising my mug and wishing ... the peace of the night.
    Thank you.

  10. "Blushing Smilingly" Sean? I do believe someone may try to replace such attractive quirky words with a new dammned wee smiling symbol thing, probably with a colon in red font to indicate the sideways blush... But the quirksome words did it so much better my good man.

    Don QuiScottie

  11. Ha ha, Andrew,
    I do already see a colon in red font being called a quirkie.

    Might be, there's another windmillish quest waiting for Don Quiscottie and his Seanso Pansa ...

  12. Upon your recommendation of this man's work ( I think Shaun had a hand in it, too) I recently read 'Amongst Women'. I enjoyed it very much. The protagonist, I loathed, even whilst trying to put his sexist, brutal, overbearing, bull-headedness into the context of time, place and his personal history. I'm not saying he was a 'bad' man, just that I rail against that kind of man, the idea of that kind of man. Still, it was not lost on me that he loved and was loved.
    What I admired about the writing: condensed, no padding, much said, and with compassion.
    My favourite example of pared down yet condensed writing: The Great Gatsby. I expect that's a cliché but I mean it, nonetheless.

    Thank you for pointing me in this direction amd now I'm off to read about your meeting with him.