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I couldn't quite think of a theme for this week to match quotes to, so instead I decided to look at the books I've read in the past month or so (excluding Sidewinders by Robert V.S. Redick, which I just finished this morning) and pick some favorite quotes from a random selection of books to share with you all. There is no real order or reason to these books, just some random books and great quotes. Let me know if any of these catch your eye!
“The rain forest was not a garden of easy abundance, but precisely the opposite. Its quiet, shaded halls of leafy opulence were not a sanctuary, but rather the greatest natural battlefield anywhere on the planet, hosting an unremitting and remorseless fight for survival that occupied every single one of its inhabitants, every minute of every day.”
“Loneliness is not intolerable when enthusiasm for a quest fills the mind.”
“Fawcett, quoting a companion, wrote that cannibalism “at least provides a reasonable motive for killing a man, which is more than you can say for civilized warfare.”
“Many accidents happen to white people because they don't believe their dreams.”
“Society, in other words, is a captive of geography.”
"“Anthropologists,” Heckenberger said, “made the mistake of coming into the Amazon in the twentieth century and seeing only small tribes and saying, ‘Well, that’s all there is.’ The problem is that, by then, many Indian populations had already been wiped out by what was essentially a holocaust from European contact. That’s why the first Europeans in the Amazon described such massive settlements that, later, no one could ever find.”
“Men who start by burning books end by burning other men.”
“In general,” he continued, “most things you worry about end up being no more than that—just worries.”
“My memories don’t feel as though they’ve been pulled up by the root. Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls. And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear.”
“...he has never read a single page of any of my books.Once, when I told him I'd love to know what he thinks of them, he demurred."I couldn't possibly say," he said. "If you read a novel to the end, then it's over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I'd much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.”
“Celia had loved the sea. Loved the whitecaps that foamed like milk, the waltz of sunlight atop the peaks. Kasey did not. The sea was a trillion strands of hair, infinitely tangled on the surface and infinitely dense beneath. It distorted time: Minutes passed like hours and hours passed like minutes out there. It distorted space, made the horizon seem within reach.And it was the perfect place for hiding secrets.”
“Alone is an island. It’s an uncrossable sea, being too far from another soul, whereas lonely is being too close, in the same house yet separated by walls because we choose to be, and when I fall asleep, the pain of loneliness follows me as I dream of more walls.”
“None of us live without consequence. Our personal preferences are not truly personal. One person’s needs will deny another’s. Our privileges can harm ourselves and others.”
“I do not sleep because I am not only afraid of the monsters at my door, but also of the monsters my own mind can conjure. The ones that live within.”
“No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough.”
“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.”
“Reading,' Ead said lightly. 'A dangerous pastime.”
“Somebody once said that the library is actually the dominant life form on the planet. Humans simply exist as the reproductive means to achieve more libraries.”
“It was one of those British phrases, along with ‘May I help you?’, that can be either exceedingly polite or hugely aggressive.”
“Humans have a very clear idea about how to behave, and on many occasions actually do. But it’s sometimes disheartening that correct action is drowned out by endless chitter-chatter, designed not to find a way forward but to justify petty jealousies and illogically held prejudices. If you’re going to talk, try to make it relevant, useful and progressive rather than simply distracting and time-wasting nonsense, intended only to justify the untenable and postpone the real dialogue that needs to happen.”
“May your darkness be quiet and the light come sooner than you need,”
“Which was worse? To feel nothing, or to grieve for something you no longer remembered? Surely when you forgot, you’d forget to be sad, or what was the point? And yet that numbness would take part of your self away, it would be like having pins-and-needles in your soul … I took a deep breath.”
“Sometimes, dreams are not omens. They’re just your brain stitching things together.”
“The only dependable way to survive today is to put your faith in the power of other people wanting to give you money. Online fundraising. Corporations that still pretend to care what consumers think. They want to be able to say, See, look how benevolent we are, think about this instead of how we’re polluting the ocean and not paying our workers enough.”
“People feel more loyalty to how they think things should be than to other people, including their family.”
“A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.” '
“False hopes are more dangerous than fears.”
“Let the unseen days be. Today is more than enough.”
Have you read any of these books? Do you have any great quotes to share? Let me know!
The Portrait of a Mirror is an incredibly clever and amusing story of the elite classes. The story follows Wes and Diana from New York and Dale and Vivian from Philadelphia. The two couples lead separate lives that slowly begin to intertwine in this story as Wes and Vivian meet at The Metropolitan Museum of Art and Dale and Diana begin working on a consulting project together in Philadelphia.
The writing style of The Portrait of a Mirror does not make for easy reading and is often as pretentious as the characters themselves, but it's a self-aware pretentiousness that was done in order to exacerbate and reflect elite society and is perfectly executed. It's clear that Joukovsky knows how to not only write well, but how to write with a specific theme and message in mind that she is able to convey through her tone and style. This book is described as a "reinvention of the myth of Narcissus" centered on people who are in love with themselves, and that is entirely accurate and reflected perfectly with the overly description writing that is clearly in love with itself as well, a la Narcissus.
This
isn't a story with a lot of plot or where a lot of things happen;
rather, it's a character study of our four narcissistic characters and a
biting observation of the society and culture they inhabit. I think the
depictions of the characters and the excessive prose are meant to elicit a certain sense of annoyance by the readers at the pomposity and arrogance of the characters, but it's also supposed to act as a humorous nod towards something that we are supposed to understand and find amusing (I'll elaborate a bit on this statement in the next paragraph, don't worry). Vivien is a curator, which likely draws upon Joukovsky's own time working at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and I appreciated the ways in which Joukovsky incorporated her speeches and discussions on some of the art pieces in the book, as I found those moments some of the most interesting. Diana, a consultant, was a particularly entertaining character to follow as well, as I found her intelligence and method of handling business, as well as her sharp and engaging dialogue, most interesting to follow. Outside of these points, I didn't really find too much about the characters to find myself interested in or invested in enough to care much about their lives.
Although I am aware of what this book was trying to do and I know that the writing was done as a reflection of society, I struggled with this book at times. The writing was almost too overdone and overwritten to be enjoyable at times, and I felt that even though I could chuckle and shake my head at the witty, timely humor, it just wasn't written for me. This is a book for the elites to read about themselves and laugh along with a "yep, that's how it is" sort of thought. I still enjoyed this book, but it wasn't something that I felt resonated with me in the same way that it might with people who are more familiar with that lifestyle and the general society and group of people that it represents. This isn't really a major critique of the book because it's not a bad thing, it just prevented me from enjoying quite as much. And plenty of people will probably disagree with me and say they had plenty of fun satirizing and mkocking the elite society from a distance–which was definitely enjoyable–but I just don't think that it hit in quite the same manner.
Overall, I've given The Portrait of a Mirror three stars. This was an entertaining story that was intereting to follow along with and to see what Joukovsky did with her writing, but it wasn't necessarily a story that I feel the need to re-read or experience again. It's one of those where I liked it, but I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it. I appreciate it for what it was, and I enjoyed much of Joukovsky's commentary, but that's sort of where my major enjoyment ends. I have zero doubts that this book will be a big hit in the publishing world–and deservedly so–and with people who appreciate some great writing and social commentary, so if any of that sounds like your thing, then I'd recommend you pick this one up.