cirerita
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After reading all the volumes of letters -where he mentions over and over again his all-time favourite writers- I decided one day to take the chance and read some of them.
First was Fante. Ok. Not too bad, but no spark for me.
Then Hamsun. Hunger is quite some book. I was quite impressed and I could understand why B always looked up to him.
Then I read Li Po. What a fucking great, almost forgotten poet. I'll always remember how B admiringly recalled Li Po burning his poems sailing down the river, drunk as a skunk.
Finally, I tried Céline's Voyage au bout de la nuit. What a motherfucking masterpiece. I was spellbound, speechless, taken away by the wildness, the frenzy and, yet, probably the best writing ever put on paper. That guy surely knew how to turn a phrase! There's a lot of B in there. Well, I should say there was a lot of Céline in B's work.
Read him. Don't waste your precious time in this forum. Go grab a copy and enjoy it! And don't imitate B by eating crackers and drinking water as you turn the pages.
First was Fante. Ok. Not too bad, but no spark for me.
Then Hamsun. Hunger is quite some book. I was quite impressed and I could understand why B always looked up to him.
Then I read Li Po. What a fucking great, almost forgotten poet. I'll always remember how B admiringly recalled Li Po burning his poems sailing down the river, drunk as a skunk.
Finally, I tried Céline's Voyage au bout de la nuit. What a motherfucking masterpiece. I was spellbound, speechless, taken away by the wildness, the frenzy and, yet, probably the best writing ever put on paper. That guy surely knew how to turn a phrase! There's a lot of B in there. Well, I should say there was a lot of Céline in B's work.
Read him. Don't waste your precious time in this forum. Go grab a copy and enjoy it! And don't imitate B by eating crackers and drinking water as you turn the pages.