| — | James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room. (via insomnius) |
I was in a terrible confusion. Sometimes I thought, but this is your life. stop fighting it. stop fighting. Or i thought, but I am happy. and he loves me. I am safe. Sometimes when he was not with me, I thought, I will never let him touch me again. Then, when he touched me, I thought, it doesn’t…
The Closing Passage of ‘Giovanni’s Room,’ by James Baldwin, read by RM.
Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin
I recall nothing of this book. Apparently I was feeling particularly verbose when I was done, though, because this was saved in the dregs of this post:
The novel is thoroughly European in its length and in its didacticism. It has a similar feel to Nausea or Death in Venice. I’ve never seen the world in terms of continents and I’m pretty sure the world ends about two or three miles out from the Atlantic shore, but this is a European book.
I’m not even sure what that means. Forgive me, dark lord!
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