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He hurt for Missy Dale, of course he did. But Missy Dale had folks looking out for her. The world was looking out for Missy Dale.

There's a giveaway for Han Kang's The White Book if anyone's interested: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...

Apparently this is a secret double work edition that also contains 'The Assumption of the Rogues & Rascals'. Not sure why neither the Goodreads entry nor the front cover of the book itself bothers to make this obvious.

The law was sacred. Yes, but the rebellion may be sacred too.

There's a Goodreads giveaway for Gayl Jones' Corregidora going if anyone's interested: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...

If anyone wants a list of all the works that have been released from copyright this year after twenty years of drought, here you go (note that this is a download link for an excel spreadsheet): https://law.duke.edu/sites/default/fi...

A List Challenge of all my 2018 reads for those who wish to 'challenge' themselves: https://www.listchallenges.com/books-...

2018 Stats

Books Read: 111
By Women of Color: 33
By White Men: 3
Pub After 2010: 12
Pub Before 1950: 25
Pub Before 1900: 16
Pub Before 1800: 9
In Translation: 33
# of Languages: 12
Less Than 200 Pages: 17
500+ Pages: 16
700+ Pages: 4
Nonfiction: 34
Poetry: 4
Queer: 12
Young Adult: 2
More than 100,000 Ratings: 7
Less than 5,000: 60
Less than 1,000: 27
Less than 500: 19

On to 2019.

To learn to be an American was to learn to waste.

There's an attractive girl character named 'Swastika' in this. Talk about culture shock.

Getting very queer vibes from this, which I don't mind at all.

Therefore it is best that our children should know from infancy that good is not rewarded and that evil goes unpunished; yet they must love good and hate evil, and it is not possible to give any logical explanation for this.

Well that escalated into coarse salaciousness very quickly.

Complete symmetry is an insult to God. Lucifer does everything as perfectly as he can.

Because England is so dissatisfied with itself it tries to dress up in the borrowed feathers of a foreign glamour, or seeks out the frisson of funeral enticements.

He's an American all right, I thought. Americans never forget the original agreement. No matter how drunk they get or how many naked ladies they get excited about, they always remember.

They traveled deep into far-flung regions of their own country and in some cases clear across the continent. Thus the Great Migration had more in common with the vast movements of refugees from famine, war, and genocide in other parts of the world[.]

Across the South, someone was hanged or burned alive every four days from 1889 to 1929[.]

I was twenty, an age when you brandish words held out like fists in the face of the sun.

It's eerie how quickly I recognized the live action trailer of 'My Brilliant Friend' for what it was.

The existence of a social class defined by the lack of personal and collective property is as shameful as slavery.

We accept material progress too easily as a gift of the gods, as something which goes without saying; we must look fairly and squarely at the conditions at the cost of which it takes place.

Whoever, so as to simplify problems, denies the existence of certain obligations has, in his heart, made a compact with crime.

I am not afraid that the book will be controversial, I'm afraid it will not be controversial.

If women's own happiness has been ignored or misunderstood in our country's legislating for bread winners, for rum sellers, for property holders, for the family relations, for any and all interests that touch her vitally, let her rest her plea, not on Indian inferiority, nor on Negro depravity, but on the obligation of legislators to do for her as they would have others do for them were relations reversed.

My current project is writing a talk I am to give to the Macon Parish Catholic Women's Council on the dizzying subject—"What Is a Wholesome Novel?" I intend to tell them that the reason they find nothing but obscenity in modern fiction is because that is all they know how to recognize.

Sometimes you had to be who you were and endure what happened to you, and to you alone, before you could understand the first thing about it.

The last was: ask her why she don't write about some nice people. Louis said, I told them you wrote what paid.

And here comes the twist. Too bad I called it almost 100 pages ago.

I don't know what's more of a trip: the fact that O'Connor liked 'The Catcher in the Rye', or that she knew about 'Epitaph of a Small Winner'/'The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas'. I wonder if she ever figures out that the author of the second one is black.