Friday, May 19, 2017

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman, translated by Henning Koch


"It is very quiet  in the house.  In the whole neighborhood, actually.  Everyone's sleeping.  And only then does Ove realize that the cat will probably wake at the sound of the shot.  Will probably scare the living daylights out of the poor critter, Ove admits.  He thinks about this for a good while before he determinedly sets down the rifle and goes into the kitchen to turn on the radio.  Not that he needs music to take his own life, and not that he likes the idea of the radio clicking its way through units of electricity when he's gone.  But because if the cat wakes up from the bang, it may end up thinking it's just a part of one of those modern pop songs the radio plays all the time these days.  And then go back to sleep.  That is Ove's train of thought."

From Chapter 32, A Man Called Ove Isn't Running a Damned Hotel

Thursday, May 18, 2017

A Caricature

A Clerihew for Zorba


Nikos Kazantzakis
Ends every fracas
With a jape at the Fates
Rather than a pile of broken plates.

Daily Dose

From Zorba the Greek, by Nikos Kazantzakis, translated by Peter Bien


"'As for me,' he said, 'when I crave something, do you know what I do? I eat and eat until I'm satiated.'"

From Chapter XVII

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

A Caricature

Clerihew of the Lost Cause


Allen Tate
Has met his fate;
Now he is but little read
And numbered among the Confederate Dead.