Ask your scoops, says Perec on page 24 of The Infraordinario.
"We sleep our lives in a dreamless slumber. But our lives, where is it?" Where is our body? What our space? ". "The daily newspaper speaks of anything but everyday."
"# 2 is jazz, the revival (Sidney Bechet, or, rather, Maxim Saury)."
Editorial 122 pages. I got
George Perec by Vila-Matas, Uncle Henry that we do not recognize me as Literaturitis Chronicle and nephews legitimate. We can not accompany you when you pick up the next Nobel Prize for literature in English. Anyway. Are you excited about the speech Vargas Llosa? And what have they discussed the relationship with his wife, "You have been of the opinion that marriage is not only fair to dedicate it to her to write and everything else?
Freedom is a choice. Who come from outside isms tell you what is equality and what should or should not do, that's dictatorship.
Returning to Perec and disregarding my indignation because then there is the environmental issue this morning I woke to the radio with the news that the lake is half a degree each decade and modern us you die, all day consuming of the Berska Zara and Mango Berska to ... and back home to buy in the Chinese plastic and double-parked car with the engine running we will not waste time using public transport.
"Questioning usual."
forget to view. Usually observe the day. Our streets, our homes, people around us.
"The charm of London is not easy to define is a bit like tea blends that" connoisseurs "carefully prepared ..."
Attempted inventory of liquid and solid food swallowed in the year 1974 , Perec infusion takes thirty-five green salads, among other things. (As the salad is going to par)
Yes I recommend at least read the last chapter, Still Life / Style Leaf mirror and enjoy the game conducted by the writer.
Yes I recommend you at least read the opening chapter of the book The Infraordinario, and I ask their spoons.
but please keep reading Perec, because it is a form of recover the astonishment surprise, it holds extraordinary ordinary things, ordinary things, like that cup of coffee with which we started the day and that being habitual, it ends up to be present every morning at 6:50 hours, but as may be present on the TV, or a lamp, or the mirror ... present, silent, invisible ...
be surprised at least once a month, while eating breakfast wakes ...
"(...), walk around sniffing, indulge in a road strewn with trees, a statue, a gift shop window appealing from afar, agglomeration, the sign of a pub, a bus pass, to arm themselves to the rhythm of the hours and the weather, more or less capricious routes, more or less crooked, that they would mark off evocative names something, even if not always know for sure what ...".
(Roberto Bolaño in a letter to Enrique Vila-Matas)
" ... What happens each day and return each day, the trivial, the everyday, the obvious, common, ordinary, infraordinario, noise background, as usual, how to account for this, how to interrogate, how to describe it? Under the watchful eyes of Perec is discovered the slow progress of works that make a street in a more miserable modern love understand why London is not glamorous or even attended a very thorough description of the work table of the writer's own act like a real autopsy. The matter of what infraordianario are the foundations that support the literature, observation and amazed passionate than usual, the question of what is beyond doubt and the tours of the writer who comes to see reality through the eyes of newcomers and which paints a thousand times the same table, as a impressionistic ... "
... Georges Perec is without doubt the greatest novelist of the second half of the twentieth century ...
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