April 7, 2013 § 3 Comments
From ‘Light Years’ by James Salter.
Tagged: What I'm Reading
I’ve often thought you read beautiful things, sometimes far past my ability to accept beauty in line-by-line language. I suppose I’m very prosaic and you are more poetic.
What’s interesting is that Salter’s novel is in some ways about the prosaic, the everyday, the commonplace details of ordinary life. He also says: “Life is weather. Life is meals.” There are passages about dinners and taking a bath and grocery shopping, all written as though the ordinary acts of life are poetic, sublime achievements. I love it.
This is lovely — there is no happiness like this happiness: quiet mornings, light from the river, the weekend ahead.
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