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This cabin is surrounded by the Rosengarten group, a massif in the Dolomites of Trentino Alto Adige, Italy 

Perfect spot where you can admire the “enrosadira” (or alpenglow) and get lost.

Contributed by Ilaria Martellani 

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Cheap wine and its ubiquitous partner, the small plastic hotel cup. I think it was Bukowski that said, “What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.” Another Charles also said, “One should always be drunk. That’s what matters…but with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.” Either way, I’m covered.

Nightstand Series — Girls at Library

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In a Walt Whitman Novel, Lost for 165 Years, Clues to ‘Leaves of Grass’ - The New York Times

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Lana Del Rey - Love

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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

49 Absolutely Stunning Sylvia Plath Quotes | Thought Catalog

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The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

The Speed of Darkness by Muriel Rukeyser | Poetry Foundation

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These are a few (a shitload) of my favorite books. FICTION London Fields by Martin Amis Night Train by Martin Amis Persuasion by Jane Austen Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen Emma by Jane Austen Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen The Mortdecai Trilogy by Kyril Bonfiglioli I-5 by Summer Brenner A Lost Lady by Willa Cather The Wapshot Chronicles by John Cheever Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee Elizabeth Costello by J.M. Coetzee Mrs. Bridge by Evan S. Connell Mr. Bridge by Evan S. Connell Switch Bitch by Roald Dahl Going Solo by Roald Dahl White Noise by Don DeLillo The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt David Copperfield by Charles Dickens The Millstone by Margaret Drabble Jerusalem the Golden by Margaret Drabble The Garrick Year by Margaret Drabble Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner Time and Again by Jack Finney Elective Affinities by Goethe The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne A High Wind in Jamaica by Richard Hughes What Maisie Knew by Henry James The Spoils of Poynton by Henry James The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James The Awkward Age by Henry James The Europeans by Henry James The American by Henry James Washington Square by Henry James The Bostonians by Henry James The Proof by Agota Kristof The Notebook by Agota Kristof Object of Beauty by Steve Martin Mrs. Craddock by Somerset Maugham Up At the Villa by Somerset Maugham Cakes and Ale by Somerset Maugham The Moon and Sixpence by Somerset Maugham So Long, See You Tomorrow by William Maxwell Moby-Dick by Herman Melville Under the Net Iris Murdoch A Severed Head Iris Murdoch A Word Child by Iris Murdoch The Black Prince by Iris Murdoch The Sea, The Sea Iris Murdoch The Unicorn by Iris Murdoch Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov In A Free State by V.S. Naipaul McTeague by Frank Norris Loving Sabotage by Amelie Nothomb Tokyo Fiancee by Amelie Nothomb Fear and Trembling by Amelie Nothomb Quartet in Autumn by Barbara Pym The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson The Ghost Writer by Philip Roth American Pastoral by Philip Roth I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith An Armful of Warm Girl by W.M. Spackman Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton The Custom of the Country by Edith Wharton The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton Madame de Treymes by Edith Wharton

Molly Young

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From Fifty Works of English Literature We Could Do Without; Brigid Brophy, Michael Levey, Charles Osborne 

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setting up bookshelves at the new place & so far I have shelves devoted to: 

anthologies

classic literature

cookbooks

crime fiction

nonfiction

books about filmmaking/screenwriting

screenplays/plays

poetry

children’s literature/picture books

books about infinity and science and weird things (pictured above) 

lit mags I subscribe to and may or may not have managed to read 

books about how to raise your relatively crazy kid 

books I don’t want to put out in the main room because they’re ugly so they go in the guest room instead

books that make me feel existentially strange but are also beautiful so I’m putting them in a nice bookshelf/end table piece in the bedroom where I can glance at them occasionally and wonder about what I’m doing with my life

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Suddenly she spots, with delight, a whirling flock of goldfinches. “Look at these goldfinches - do you see?” she cries. “Goldfinches are the greatest little birds, because they build their nests in the spring, a long time after all the other birds do. They’re the last to settle down - they just fly around and they’re happy for a long time, and just sing and play. And only when it’s insanely late in the year, they kind of break down and build their nests. I love goldfinches,” she sighs, huddling tinily in the big car seat. “They’re my favorite bird.”

Donna Tartt, Vanity Fair, 1992

One of the trees outside my window is full of goldfinches at the moment and reminded me of this interview :)

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(I’ve had this saved as a draft for years. Probably time to share it.)

Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim (1954)

Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin (1957)

John Barth, The End of the Road (1958)

John Williams, Stoner (1965)

Malcolm Bradbury, The History Man (1975)

Amanda Cross, Death In a...

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For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.

Herman Melville, born today in 1819 (via invisiblestories)

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Love is a nervous habit. Haven’t many said so? Snacking. Smoking. Talking. Joking. Alike as light bulbs. Drinking. Drugging. Frigging. Fucking. Writing. Forgetting. Nerves, nerves, nerves.

William Gass  (via swarov)

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to read.

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"Classic: There was a very odd period in California-related literature in which everyone seemed totally (and justifiably) freaked-out by stoners, hippies, heroin-dealers, crazed Vietnam vets and the generally zombified post-Charles Manson burn-outs who haunted the golden coast with sun-bleached hair and weird, empty eyes. This kind of California-as-the-last-lost-frontier vibe runs through Robert Stone’s “Dog Soldiers,” and, of course, much of the journalism of Joan Didion, and it’s a central element in the great, taut, surf-noir fiction of (the exquisitely named) Kem Nunn. Nunn partnered with David Milch a few years back to create the simultaneously promising and indecipherable HBO show “John From Cincinnati.” Don’t hold that against him — instead, seek out his excellent novel “Tapping the Source,” which transplants a classic noir set-up (naive kid sets out to find his missing sister) to the scorching beaches of pot-and-porn-soaked SoCal. This book will linger like a nasty sunburn."

-- What to Read at the Beach, or: Get Your Red-Hot Summer Trash Right Here! - NYTimes.com