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Jon Fasman
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born
in Chicago, The United States
January 01, 1975
gender
male
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The Geographer's Library
— published 2004 — 25 editions |
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The Unpossessed City: A Novel
— published 2008 — 11 editions |
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Biblioteca geografului
— published 2005 |
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The Unpossessed City
— published 2008 |
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Die Bibliothek des Alchimisten
— published 2006 |
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“Shall I tell you a joke about languages? Abulfaz asked.
A joke. Yes, okay.
What do you call a Russian who speaks four languages?
I don't know.
A Zionist. What about a Russian who speaks three languages?
I don't know.
A spy. And two? ... No? A nationalist. And only one? ... An inter-nationalist.”
― Jon Fasman, The Geographer's Library
A joke. Yes, okay.
What do you call a Russian who speaks four languages?
I don't know.
A Zionist. What about a Russian who speaks three languages?
I don't know.
A spy. And two? ... No? A nationalist. And only one? ... An inter-nationalist.”
― Jon Fasman, The Geographer's Library
“I felt I would live a long, lonely, useless life and die alone and unmissed (did I mention that I never bothered filling out any grad-school
applications?) It’s self-indulgent, I know, but this is what happens to the overachieving but essentially useless children of parents who raised their children to do well on tests but
failed to equip them with the poison-tipped spurs of true ambition.”
― Jon Fasman
applications?) It’s self-indulgent, I know, but this is what happens to the overachieving but essentially useless children of parents who raised their children to do well on tests but
failed to equip them with the poison-tipped spurs of true ambition.”
― Jon Fasman
“They call it 'the whispering of the stars.' Listen," he said, raising a finger for silence. I could still hear the tinkling and craned my neck to see what it was. Zhensky laughed. "No, here. Look." He formed his mouth into a wide O and exhaled slowly. As he did, I saw the cloud of breath fall in droplets to the ground. That was the sound I heard: our breath falling. "It's a Yakut expression. It means a period of weather so cold that your breath falls frozen to the ground before it can dissipate. The Yakuts say that you should never tell secrets outside during the whispering of the stars, because the words themselves freeze, and in the spring thaw anyone who walks past that spot will be able to hear them.”
― Jon Fasman, The Geographer's Library
― Jon Fasman, The Geographer's Library
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