177 posts tagged life
I went to see Zadie Smith speak the other night at Barnes + Noble Union Square. She read several passages from her new book NW. I was taken by her performance. Now that I think about it ‘performance’ is the wrong word. There’s a conviction, a strength, a genuineness when she reads as well as…
A quotation about Smith’s love for Camus follows. I hope you click through to read it. No surprise to anyone who knows me: Camus and Smith are both very very Tragos-endorsed. So maybe you should take it with a grain of salt when I say the quotation is worth your time. A tiny grain. A tiny grain.
[Many thanks to the great one, Peter Santiago, for the find.]
The new Tragos living situation?
Switzerland. And a crazy new life, about which more soon.
In Media Res
I know I have been largely absent from this particular corner of the Internet universe. It turns out that 10-month-olds remain unimpressed when their fathers hunch before the glow of a monitor clacking away at all those tiny buttons with squiggles. Well, that’s one excuse, at any rate.
The other is that we Tragoses are in a moment of transition, holing up in the Rockies of Colorado, preparing for our next venture (about which more in a near future post). Fear not (or fear): I’ve been checking in whenever possible to follow your posts. Oh the time I used to be able to afford.
It’s been almost two months since we left Turkey, and I miss it. Quite a lot, in fact. Back in America, I’ve been asked the question, “What, specifically, do you miss about the country?” I could list the facts: the food, the cities, the music, the variety, the Mediterranean, the Black Sea, the life. All necessary, but vastly insufficient.
I kept wondering: what would be sufficient? What would make me feel as if I communicated something real about what I feel when I think about Turkey.
On our second-to-last night in Ankara, some of our best friends in Turkey took us out for a night on the town: food and drink and wandering. Before we left them for the (hopefully not…surely not) last time, two of our friends sang us this utterly beautiful classical Turkish song. This is sufficient. It answers the question.
Early morning on Friday, we leave for a new country, a new job, and a new adventure. Today is the third anniversary of my first post on Tumblr, and despite all my recent negligence, I wanted to get this out there.
Cheers to you all.
Happy 11 Months on the planet, Baby Tragos.
(She and I, on a street in Colorado.)
Tragos-endorsed seaside living.
William Faulkner commenting upon the life and work of Albert Camus after the French writer’s death, cited by Open Culture, along with a recording of Faulkner’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech.
Happy Birthday Mr. Faulkner.
Smith writes a wonderful piece here, pulling off a rare and lovely feat: a look into her own life that actually says something about politics; and more importantly, vice versa.
Civilized people must, I believe, satisfy the following criteria:
1) They respect human beings as individuals and are therefore always tolerant, gentle, courteous and amenable … They do not create scenes over a hammer or a mislaid eraser; they do not make you feel they are conferring some great…
From Ortega y Gasset’s London essay, “History as a System” in Philosophy and History, ed. 1936 (“by compulsion” italicized by author), as quoted in Frank Kermode’s Sense of an Ending, p. 140 - 141)