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iris murdoch 

ludicrous love / humble hate

[murdoch quote - we can only learn to love by loving]. when i was doing my graduate course in libraries & documentation, a fellow student introduced me to iris murdoch. the only reality of murdoch at that point in my life were kate winslow's and dame judi dench's interpretations in richard eyre's picture IRIS. so when i started reading murdoch books, i had a few visions to tap from. which isn't imperative in murdoch readings, but it helps. whenever i grow into a murdoch story (usually halfway through) i have nodded vehemently on several pages, or i have burst out laughing at the author's absolute witty connaissance of the english vocabulary (often in a full commuter train; which goes to show, grand literature knows time nor place). okay, this for the love part.

[murdoch quote - literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions]. well, the hate doesn't really come into it, apart from the fact that the novels always look so damned flimsy, but are not! since they're sixties prints, smallish to today's standards and tightly laid out, murdoch books take me rather a lot longer than i preview. which hits me each and every time, when i near the middle of a novel and wonder, do i go on? but i hate not finishing a novel. it's like paying no hommage after all. remarkable too, to let myself go back in time as such, for murdoch novels are so timebound, all whilest her way of thinking can hardly be defined as anything other than timeless.

theme chosen by beth, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca's fuoriborgo.

now. if you are to ask me again, who's your favourite author? i will answer, randomly, raymond carver, carol shields, ian mc ewan, ruchard russo, paul auster, joyce c. oates, alice munro. to name a few.