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∆ from Weather by Jenny Offill, p. 44
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nobeerreviews · 1 year
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You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.
-- Jenny Offill
(Vatican)
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woundgallery · 5 months
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Jenny Offill, from Dept. of Speculation
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viceverseando · 1 year
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Y sobre todo quiero dar las gracias a mi familia, ya que su amor y su apoyo son los cimientos de todo lo bueno y auténtico que hay en mi vida
Jenny Offill. Libro: Departamento de especulaciones.
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therainbowfishy · 1 year
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Books read in February 2023
DEPT. OF SPECULATION by Jenny Offill
GOOD WOMEN by Halle Hill
EMPTY THEATRE by Jac Jemc
LOVE & SAFFRON by Kim Fay
TUESDAY MOONEY TALKS TO GHOSTS by Kate Racculia
ROAMING by Jillian Tamaki and Mariko Tamaki
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minilibrarian · 2 years
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Today’s grabs 📖
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lydlod · 4 months
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From Dept. of Speculation — Jenny Offil
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waitinqroom · 1 year
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bones and all dir. luca guadagnino / dept. of speculation writ. jenny offill
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bearingwitness · 1 year
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Pieces from Dept. of Speculation by Jenny Offill
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imaginemirage · 1 year
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She has wanted to sleep with other people, of course. One or two in particular. But the truth is she has good impulse control. That is why she isn't dead. Also why she became a writer instead of a heroin addict. She thinks before she acts. Or more properly, she thinks instead of acts. A character flaw, not a virtue.
Jenny Offill
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sapphireshorelines · 2 years
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I remember another ruined moon-viewing, the year we took a boat on the night of the harvest full moon and sailed out over the lake of the Suma Temple. We put together a party, we had our refreshments in lacquered boxes, we set bravely out. But the margin of the lake was decorated brilliantly with electric lights in five colors. There was indeed a moon if one strained one’s eyes for it. So benumbed are we nowadays by electric lights that we have become utterly insensitive to the evils of excessive illumination.
Jun ‘ichirō Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows
We didn’t talk much. We just lay there and looked up at the stars.
“Too much light pollution,” he said.
“Too much light pollution,” I answered.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe
When electricity was first introduced to homes, there were letters to the newspapers about how it would undermine family togetherness. Now there would be no need to gather around a shared hearth, people fretted. In 1903, a famous psychologist worried that young people would lose their connection to dusk and its contemplative moments. Hahaha! (Except when was the last time I stood still because it was dusk?)
Jenny Offill, Weather
When I was a little boy Calcutta city was not so wakeful at night as it is now. Nowadays, as soon as the day of sunlight is over, the day of electric light begins. [...] The nerves of the city are throbbing still with the fever of thought which has burned all day in her brain. [...] But in those old times which we knew, when the day was over whatever business remained undone wrapped itself up in the black blanket of the night and went to sleep in the darkened ground-floor premises of the city. Outside the house the evening sky rqge quiet and mysterious. It was so still that we could hear, even in our own street, the shouts of the grooms from the carriages of those people of fashion who were returning from taking the air in Eden Gardens by the side of the Ganges.
Rabindranath Tagore, My Boyhood Days
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dreams-of-mutiny · 2 years
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“The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)”
― Jenny Offill, Dept. of Speculation
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nakedinashes · 1 year
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books cristina read in 2023: weather - jenny offill
“And then it is another day and another and another but I will not go on about this because no doubt you too have experienced time.”
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inkliinng · 1 year
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Just finished this one and now I want to read it all over again.
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writerly-ramblings · 1 year
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Books Read in March:
1). Garments Against Women (Anne Boyer)
2). Our Spoons Came from Woolworths (Barbara Comyns)
3). Enter Ghost (Isabella Hammad)
4). During the Reign of the Queen of Persia (Joan Chase)
5). Animal, Vegetable, Junk (Mark Bittman)
6). The Gospel of Orla (Eoghan Walls)
7). State of Wonder (Ann Patchett)
8). Occasional Prose (Mary McCarthy)
9). The Hero of This Book (Elizabeth McCracken)
10). The Tea Ceremony (Gina Berriault)
11). Double Blind (Edward St. Aubyn)
12). Rapture (Susan Minot)
13). Remembered Rapture: The Writer at Work (bell hooks)
14). The Friend Who Got Away (ed. Jenny Offill and Elissa Schappell)
15). The Art of Waiting: On Fertility, Medicine, and Motherhood (Belle Boggs)
16). Birnam Wood (Eleanor Catton)
17). How to Think Like a Woman (Regan Penaluna)
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intrepidgirlreader · 2 years
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Dept. of Speculation, Jenny Offill
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