Frances Ha (2012/Noah Baumbach)
Good men and bad men alike are capable of weakness. The difference is simply that a bad man will be proud all his life of one good deed - while an honest man is hardly aware of his good acts, but remembers a single sin for years on end.
—Vasily Grossman, Life and Fate
The Beales of Grey Gardens (2006/Albert and David Maysles)
I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight.
—Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X
128. Justine by Marquis de Sade 02/16/14
129. On the Babylonian Captivity of the Church by Martin Luther 02/16/14
130. South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami 02/16/14
131. Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess 02/17/14 (+)
132. Egil’s Saga by Anonymous 02/17/14 (+)
133. Carpenter’s Gothic by William Gaddis 02/18/14
134. A Short History of Decay by E. M. Cioran 02/18/14
135. The Making of Americans by Gertrude Stein 02/19/14 †
136. The Sense of Beauty by George Santayana 02/19/14
137. Cancer Ward by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn 02/20/14
138. Quartet in Autumn by Barbara Pym 02/20/14
139. Atala by François-René de Chateaubriand 02/20/14
140. René by François-René de Chateaubriand 02/20/14
141. A Time for Everything by Karl Knausgård 02/21/14
142. Bush Studies by Barbara Baynton 02/21/14
143. Against Interpretation and Other Essays by Susan Sontag 02/22/14 (+)
144. Cockpit by Jerzy Kosinski 02/22/14
Wadjda (2012/Haifaa Al-Mansour)
To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.
—George Santayana, The Sense of Beauty
On Dangerous Ground (1951/Nicholas Ray)
Gertrude Stein? Read Gertrude Stein? Does nobody read Gertrude Stein? Why does nobody read Gertrude Stein? Why nobody reads Gertrude Stein.
One Day in September (1999/Kevin Macdonald)
Idolaters by instinct, we convert the objects of our dreams and our interests into the Unconditional. History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable. Even when he turns from religion, man remains subject to it; depleting himself to create fake gods, he feverishly adopts them: his need for fiction, for mythology triumphs over evidence and absurdity alike.
—Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay