“Last Sunday I bought an old, flea market suitcase so that I could put in it disheveled piles of books conspiring to build up yet another wall next to my bed. (…)Now, a week later, I am quite certain that these books just had to be locked up! (…)safely locked up, they cannot haunt me as when they were at large. The idea is: I will set them briefly free for review purposes and then lock them up again. (…)Let me start with the book that broke my heart.”
Interspersing it with his love of lit, our resident glocal bookworm today gives us a slice-of-life view into his weekly squash matches with a female friend, peppered with conversations on love and relationships, and related flashbacks: “It is strange, this awkward dance between men and women… What remains elusive is a sure outlook or a stable place of perspective. We express what we are tired with, we wonder about what doesn’t work, go off to our own lives then return for another week, our previous thoughts and discussions having shaken us up a bit.”
Our glocal book worm today gives us a body- and mind-exploring, soul-dissecting essay, talking about how he turned to Nietzsche to get through a serious illness connected with his own unresolved intense emotional turmoil.
Our literature- and history-loving columnist today on LeipGlo reveals his favorite words in foreign languages, and how they evoke literary classics in his mind and some of the most basic and central feelings in his life.
Our literature columnist today adds literary, philosophical and psychological depth to the “White Knight Syndrome” in relationships, or the need to rescue a troublesome (potential) partner, drawing from a Keats poem, mythology and a plethora of femme fatales, and personal experience and interpretation.
For some reason, I understood and yet didn’t understand what was spoken because in the dream I began to cry.