tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407656744577869853.post2080430253046967991..comments2023-07-14T09:17:14.951-05:00Comments on Yago's Reading to Live: A Reading Life: The High School Chronicles, or, On Not Being That Kid in the LunchroomUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407656744577869853.post-556810163565439522010-06-14T21:04:23.834-05:002010-06-14T21:04:23.834-05:00My dear, former Prof, your prose is gorgeous! And...My dear, former Prof, your prose is gorgeous! And, the sentiment here is something to which I can relate extremely well. Beautifully said.<br /><br />I hope you don't mind, but I just shared your post on my facebook photography page. :)<br /><br />Keep up the brilliance.bilanciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671313203099225469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407656744577869853.post-79461460847575995762010-06-14T11:34:35.036-05:002010-06-14T11:34:35.036-05:00Mr Lonely: Thanks for reading and for the kind wor...Mr Lonely: Thanks for reading and for the kind words. I like your blog as well.<br />Lili: Thanks! I'm glad to hear it resonated. Bryan: it's funny you should have read and commented on this one, because among the encounters I was remembering was one with you at Ashley's when you were still at UM in which you told me something like this. Re the jocks geeks civil war: there's probably a lot to that. An important part of my imagining of this reader-character sitting alone at the lunchroom is that he or she appears as neither jock nor geek, but almost like some other uncategorized type of being. And, for my own part, though I certainly identified primarily as an athlete, some of my deepest sensibilities (being a good student, writing poetry) could find no home among my athletic friends. So that civil war, like most I guess, polarizes and leaves not much room for the in between.Yago Coláshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10463943897871312969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407656744577869853.post-24541580466495777682010-06-14T11:23:35.703-05:002010-06-14T11:23:35.703-05:00What a splendid meditation, Yago.
My own experien...What a splendid meditation, Yago.<br /><br />My own experience: I did read Sartre in high school, along with Nietzsche, Kant (!), Dostoevsky. That reading did provide your "place of calm belonging"... while sharpening my sense of *not* being at home, either at school or at my mother's house. Coming to university was, at first, a delightful connection to that reading-home.<br /><br />How much of this is due to that primal American civil war, between jocks and geeks?Bryan Alexanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05937099144329508708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407656744577869853.post-12700582817828807192010-06-13T10:56:37.583-05:002010-06-13T10:56:37.583-05:00Yago
Your chronicle resonates with me, the ex-gymn...Yago<br />Your chronicle resonates with me, the ex-gymnast-trapezist kid I used to be. My first meaningful experience with reading OR not was with my neighbor who was a french literature teacher. She told me that reading when being young would compensate my lack of life-experience. I was probably 13, and it was the first somehow logical explanation for reading an adult ever gave me besides school. Later on, I started my first "real" book and finished it. I'm still surprised. What must I have found in this 500 page book? Maybe I felt my life was restricted in the same way as Madame Bovary. <br />The problem now is that it seems like I've entered a new "gymnastic phase" again without knowing when it will end.Lilihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13804178033966460330noreply@blogger.com