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Cervantes

Nothing is Real!

The transition between the first and second half of the book was very unique to me, because it seemed to solidify the many layers of narration that Don Quixote’s story exists within. I want to focus on this, because even as I continued to be entertained by the story, this rumination remained in the back of my mind.

Reading now, we know that the second half was written years after the first half of the book was published. However, for our dearest Knight D.Q and Sancho, there have been mere moments since their journey concluded and they sought to recover. When Sancho proceeds to recount the thoughts of readers about their character and decisions, there is pushback from the both of them regarding the opinions of others of them. In fact, Quixote pushes back against the opinons of others, trying to correct and justify all that has happened thus far. Moreover, he insists that there is a misrepresentation of him, that the readers are not properly understanding what they are reading.

Hm.

Now I feel bad. Is Quixote really that deluded? Or are we simply being led to believe that because of the way his story is being told?

There is great power in who tells a story. Think about it: if Quixote himself had told this story, would we not be led to believe that Dulcinea is indeed a princess, that he is indeed enchanted, and that he is conquering giants?

There are several complications when it comes to understanding this, but first and foremost, this was to me, the moment when I began to question the accuracy with which the narrator of the story is recounting the journey. The repetive assertation that the story we are reading is as truthful as it possibly can be begins to feel ingenuine –as in, what are we being deceived about?

It is also intetesting that this is what kickstarts the second half of the story. Why would the narrator allow us to know that Quixote and Sancho are wary about his retelling of the story? Is this supposed to strengthen our view that he is indeed deluded, or is this the part where we lock in and start to question the ‘truths’ we are being told?

This contention is further explored in Quixote’s inner wonderings, where he questions how his story is told:

“no truth [is] to be looked for from moors, as they are all imposters, cheats, and schemers”

And then the story continued, and we read about their third journey. But then Avellaneda shows up –and is critiqued for misrepresenting the story of Quixote. OH so this is who the schemer is, this is who is misrepresenting Don Quixote!

….or is it?

So not only was this first written by a different author in Arabic, it was then picked up by another narrator, and then an imposter wrote the first half of the book, but D.Q disagrees with everything.

Seriously, WTF is happening, and what is real here?

Question: Who is really telling this story? What is truth and what is fiction in Quixote’s story?

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Uncategorized

The Office: Don Quixote Edition

D.Q (Don Quixote)

Hold on guys, this was such a funny book. Granted, it took me forever to get through it, but the general delusion kept me coming back for more. In a matter similar to how people will rank episodes from the office, I have quite a few favourite scenes from the book which are ranked as follows (from least to most delusional of course):

  1. Starting at the beginning, we have when DQ first makes his armour, and then to test it, slices cleanly through it. The armor genuinely falls apart, he’s distiburbed, and he makes another one. Except, get this: he doesn’t test it because he’s worked too long to have to remake it incase it is still not strong enough!
    1. BRO, do you really want to just find out about the quality of this in real battle?
    2. delusion.
  2. Making the dude who is punishing his servant to stop, and promising to rain hell down on him if he goes back on his promise to pay his servant. DESPITE the servant begging him and telling him that what he is saying has literally 0 weight, D.Q goes hey, don’t worry kid, i’m a knight. He proceeds to leave and tells himself wow, I’m awesome.
    1. kind ironic that he gets beat up right after LOL
    2. anyway, delusion.
  3. The first windmill battle… do I even have to elaborate?
    1. It’s so funny how Sancho is like: hey you know that’s a windmill…right?
    2. Side note: Sancho is kind of like the Dwight to Michael.
    3. delusion
  4. I went really deep for this one, because truly there are too many moments to list here. But when he accosts the priests and commands them to release the woman I was just in awe of how far gone he really was. I expected that at least in the face of other similarly traditional symbols, he a Knight would at least recognize this as reality.
    1. DELUSION
  5. This one isn’t really a moment, but it had to be included. The Inn is like D.Q’s office, because there’s always something happening there. He’s like the ultimate nightmare tenant.

Special mention: burning the books and poems about Knights to heal Don Quixote of his delusion. The whole conversation about which books were and were not worthy felt like a real life goodreads comment section.

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In all, I really enjoyed reading about his adventures, but it took me quite a bit of time to get through all of the content. I think that it is so interesting that this was his chosen obsession. Makes me wonder what things I might unknowingly be deluded about (because of how convinced I am of their reality).

Question: What’s your favourite DQ moment?

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Christopher Columbus is a Liar

Learning that we were going to read Columbus’ Journal as the first text in this course, I was really intrigued. I find diary entries fascinating because they introduce a honest representation of the writer’s thoughts, feelings, and fears. They are an amalgamation of all the things the writer wants to share about their experiences and the thoughts that maybe cant be shared outloud. An example of this is PM Mackenzie King’s diary entry, where he details his thought process, and is somehow confident enough to judge the character of Adolf Hitler. Anyway. Given the controversial nature of Columbus’ journey, I was looking forward to his most honest thoughts during the journey about his observations and interactions.

Unfortunately by the time I reached December 3, I couldn’t help but think that I was being swindled. The thoughts and observations he was writing down seemed increasingly facetious. “Ah”, I thought, “this man is lying to us”. It took entirely too long for me to realize that the audience of this diary is not me, a 4th year student at UBC. Rather, its the King and Queen of Spain, both of whom could easily execute Columbus based on the extent of the success of his journey.

Don’t get me wrong. I believe that he saw what he saw and interacted with whom he interacted with. However, I disagree with the details of these interactions. This is mainly because of the language barrier between him and the natives he is encountering. If he was indeed staying at these places for only 1-2 days for example, how could he possibly have been deducing all that he claims to be deducing? In the beginning, it made all the sense that he was lying to the crew about exactly how many leagues they had traveled. After all, why travel with a disgruntled crew when you can just as easily avoid this by lying to them that you haven’t actually travelled that far? But when he started interacting with the natives, things started to become more and more blurry. When he mentions that the natives tell him *in sign* all the names of the islands around the harbour, I had to call it. I believe he began to gloss over the details of what was actually being communicated with him in pursuit of giving the king and queen positive information.

I became even more critical when he starts to outline his beef with Alonso.  I couldn’t help but think about how, as the author of this ‘factual’ journal, he could represent those around him however he wished and also paint himself more positively than what was actually happening.

In summary, after I started to notice these discrepencies, I realized that I had erred by not being more critical of this journal from the beginning.

Question: Do you think Columbus was as truthful as he presented himself to be?

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Intro

Introducing Myself: Tolu

Hello!

My name is Tolu, I am now in my final year at UBC, and I am studying Political Science particularly, politics, policy, and administration. I am originally from Nigeria, and have lived in Alberta and Ontario. I un(fortunately) do not have the Toronto accent, but I had an absolute blast in Toronto. I moved to Vancouver to go to school here and it is so beautiful! I love the landscape and the general aesthetic of the city! I haven’t yet done the staple vancouverite adventures of willingly climbing Grouse Mountain, going skiing at Whistler, and going to an obscure island, but it is definitely on my list!

I took a class with Jon last semester, and I came back because I really enjoyed reading all of the books. I have always loved reading, but coming to University and having all of my required course readings for my political science class limited the time that I could spend reading texts beyond those about violence, comparitive politics, racism, and just general academic works. Being in the class last semester gave me the perfect excuse to slow down and read great but sometimes strange books. It felt like another way that I could engage in self care, and the discussions were also really exciting to attend. I loved the debates that we would have over the books, and I felt so much like a lawyer during this. I really enjoyed that the class wasn’t lecture style and that I could actively participate with the content. We even burned money! and the drink pairings were also so great.

Long story short–I’m back because I still love reading and I’m looking forward to the new variety of writers, books, and topics that we will engage with this semester. I look forward to any possible debates that we will have, and to reading about everyone’s opinions about the books. I am also really looking forward to how my reading analysis skills will continue to develop through this class. I want to see if I can better identify possible themes and connections between books during this semeseter.

There’s no introductory lecture yet that I can see, but I guess in response to Jon’s introductory video, I would like to say that supporting Manchester United is quite interesting, especially given how badly they have been doing recently.

My question for this week: Is there any such thing as a ‘modern’ theme?

Have a nice weekend everyone!

This is me by the way:

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conclusion

Concluding Post: bye bye Freud, you will be missed

WOW!

I can’t believe that we are at the end already. At the beginning of this course, I felt a little overwhelmed: I did not believe that I would read so many books, while also juggling my 4 other classes. I am so glad that I took this course. If anything, it has taught me that I can engage with different types of texts–even when I don’t like them. As well, I think that with these books, I have gotten to engage in with really well written books. I think that at the beginning of the course I mentioned that I was used to reading, and that I have engaged with books recommended by booktok. I will say, trying to go back and read a book recommended through tiktok was disappointing. I didn’t realize that we have been engaging with really high level texts.

Above all, I have learned not to judge a book by its title, and to maintain an open mind. As well, reflecting from the lecture, I have learned to be okay with the “slippery” nature of literature. Its okay to have an understanding of a book, and to engage with a completely different understanding (seen through others’ blogs and during discussion sessions), because “their meanings multiply and change in the new contexts in which we read them” (p. 6, Lecture Transcript).

My favorite texts were probably Proust’s Combray and The Shrouded Woman. I liked that both engaged with unique perspectives by playing with the idea of memory in different ways (one through childhood, and the other through death). I am happy with the books that I chose, and I could see a pattern of themes like childhood, memory, love, and morality (as explored in the idea of whether the characters we were engaging with were ‘good’ people). I think that my understanding of Romance Studies for me now is that it is literature that reflects cultures that come from those romance languages. I think that through this understanding, it is therefore possible to layer contexts to understand what is being written about.

I think the discussion that stuck to my mind was when we debated whether or not The Shrouded Woman was a feminist text. I think we engaged with so many different contextual understandings with this discussion, because everyone’s justifications and definitions of feminism differed so widely.

In all, I think that other courses should be like this one because of its elimination of barriers through the contract grading. We essentially got to pick our struggles, and through the blog to express without limit our thoughts on what we read. To this extent, my question for the class now is, Would you re-read any of the books you read during this course?

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Love me Tender

Fog

“I realized I’d finished grieving for my son. I said to myself, That’s it now, the grieving’s over. I felt good. I hadn’t felt that good in years.” (164)

“There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to do.” (165)

This was a very touching read. It was so simple and easy to digest. As someone who has grieved for people so dear to me in the last 2 years, this was so heart wrenching, because it was like experiencing grief all over again. Except, for her she was grieving someone who was alive.

Throughout the book, we are experiencing her efforts at regaining a relationship with her son. It’s terrible that Laurent uses her sexuality as a weapon to turn the courts and society against her. Its even worse that he can do this–that discrimination against her was normalized because of her sexuality. Why was it not enough that she loved Paul? Why was it not enough that she tried over and over again to regain her son? Why was it so simple for him to villainize her?

Seeing her go through different relationships with other women (though I doubt she would call these experiences relationships) as she existed in this limbo was essentially seeing her actively engage in coping mechanisms. The smoking, the swimming, the sex, all of it did not ever measure up to the happiness she felt after meeting her son: “The other day, my roommate guessed right away that I’d seen you, because of how happy I was,” (101). The fact that even the people around her could acknowledge this difference in her mood illustrates how much her life was affected by being yanked around by Laurent. Like crawling through a fog called grief, where nothing else mattered until she could resolve the issue, until she could be brought to be justice.

The worst part, I think, was when she was then rejected by Paul himself. All of that struggling to get through her day, her week, the months. Of seeking to ensure that those who had villainized her, and the legal system that had sealed her fate understood her love for her son. All of that was for nothing, as she never attained the happy ending she wanted with him. Perhaps, love is the word most mentioned in this book. She uses it in reference to her flings, to herself, and to her son. She is never truly able to experience unimpeded love with her son.

Honestly, I think the silver, rusting lining of all this is that she feels no regret: ” I guess these things should make me feel nostalgia, sadness, regret. But no, nothing.” (28) But perhaps it is not nothing, but rather a numbness.

There’s no happy ending, and no explosive reveal. We end the book and continue with our lives. And she? she remains in the fog.

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Faces in the Crowd

Everything Everywhere All at Once

“Then I go back to the novel. A vertical novel told horizontally. A
story that has to be seen from below, like Manhattan from the
subway.” (122)

“Or a horizontal novel, told vertically. A horizontal vertigo.” (125)

Getting into the book was a bit difficult for me. It reminded me of Andre Breton’s Nadja due to what felt to me like a disjointed book. After taking a LONG break, I realized about halfway through the book that this was actually being told from two different perspectives: the woman’s and Owen’s perspective. To this effect, I tried (and failed) to mentally construct some sort of plot line and timeline to the book. It went a little like this:

  • Are they going to meet? (no, he’s dead–no wait he’s alive?)
  • Is her husband the other perspective (yes, no, maybe???)
  • Are the characters like Moby real, or are they ghosts? (I don’t know, I give up!)

I don’t particularly enjoy not knowing exactly what’s happening, and to me, it felt like I was in a frequent state of confusion. Indeed, reading it was like experiencing vertigo, it was like I was at a consistent loss of balance–of understanding the stories I was being presented with. However, something that I did really like was the mirrored moments. To me, it showed in a sense, how time was changing the characters. For example, in the beginning the woman’s (or Owen’s?) legs are strong and slim (8) and then later they are like “two elephants’ trunks” (121). Also, the manner with which the notes written by the woman somehow transition into a real, experience as narrated through Owen’s perspective was very interesting to me. For example, the part where the notes taken by the woman about Owen are then later translated are so interesting. On page 40, she talks about how Owen would weigh himself in the subway because of his belief that he is integrating. Then, this is confirmed on page 69 when he talks about how he weighs himself, believing that he was disappearing slowly. Beyond this however, was just the utter feeling of confusion because of the sense that time was not an actual constraint here. She was just fluidly moving through time, with a focus on the characters.

My favorite part of the book (the part that I actually understood most), was the end of the book following the earthquake. The two were experiencing such different things and somehow their experiences were overlapping. For example, the mother, the son, and the baby hid under the table; and simultaneously, Owen laid on the table and knew that there were three cats below him. It kind of reminds me of the movie everything everywhere all at once

To me, this leads me to asking the question: are we in the present, the past, the future, or are we just experiencing these things all at once?

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The book of chameleons

Dreams

” ‘I have no name,” I replied quite frankly. “I am the gecko.”
“That’s silly. No one is a gecko!”
“You’re right. No one’s a gecko. And you – are you really called Felix Ventura?” My question seemed to offend him. He lay back on the bench and his eyes disappeared into the incredible depths of the sky.” (80)

First, I’ll say that I quite enjoyed this book!  I liked that there was actually positive black representation, because to me this meant that this book would be something to really enjoy and analyze.

That being said, the premise of the book, being based on Felix’s ability to create lies for people was so much different than what I expected the book to be about from its title. It made human nature clear, in showing how sometimes all we wish is to be able to re-author parts of our stories to make some sort of difference in our current reality. For example, the white man, hoping to settle in the country sought Felix out to re-author his story by inventing a new reality in which he had a large family, a new identity, and most importantly, “more than just a decent past,” (17). This reminded me of a game I sometimes play with my friends, whereby we go out and pretend to have an entirely different identity (not a student, not studying at UBC, a filmmaker) and nothing close to our real selves. Because I relate to this, I don’t necessarily judge Felix for having this line of work, nor others for seeking him out.

I do feel wary of calling Felix a downright liar (even though, technically he is), because the way he put it here: “No!” he managed to blurt out. “I don’t do things like that. I invent dreams for people, I’m not a forger . .”, is actually quite an interesting way to view his profession. Because maybe dreams are achieved to the extent that stories can be re-imagined, and heritages reset.

I also really like the exploration of reality throughout the book. It seemed as though reality was being reconstructed over time, which added an entirely new layer in absorbing the story. For example,  the emphasis on how “Felix would sew fiction in with reality dextrously, minutely, in such a way that historical facts and dates were respected” and the implied doubling of Felix as reality:  “no one but Reality could possibly have come up with someone as unrealistic as Jose Buchmann”, shows that reality can constructed and shift.

Overall, I loved this book, and wish that I gave myself more time to really absorb the details! I will definitely be returning back to it.

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Piglia

Money to Burn

“Then the Kid raised himself up ever so slightly, leaning on one elbow, and murmured something into his ear which no one could hear, a few words of love, no doubt, uttered under his breath or perhaps left unuttered, but sensed by the Gaucho who kissed the Kid as he departed.

They remained motionless for some moments, the blood
coursing between the two of them.” (181)

I think this might be the first book that we have read in this class that has very clear queer representation! That being said, these individuals were crazy, absolutely off the rails. I’ll be honest, whenever I consume a piece of media where the protagonists are clear criminals, I always expect that the back story somehow redeems them. As such, I was on the edge of my seat with curiosity wondering about the gang’s stories: what the Kid’s story was, and what Malito’s roots were. I was also very intrigued by the voices in Dorda’s head, and whether or not it would reveal traumas and further self motivations for his own actions.

This time however, I fear that their backstories did 0 redeeming. It’s rare for me to NOT find some sort of redeeming quality to individuals that are otherwise positioned as criminals, but seriously, there was none. This time, I felt like I was reading about genuine, terrible criminals. They stole, they killed, they raped, and they lived with no real consideration for each other. It was like I was reading about a dog-eat-dog world, where they were doing these terrible things because they could , not necessarily because there was any real motivation. As for motivation for their actions, I think this line was so good: “Money is just the same as drugs: what’s fundamental is its possession, knowing it’s there, touching it, […]” (30).

Anyway, as much as I really (really!) disliked all of them, I felt that the love between the Twins was cute. I loved the concept that one of them was in charge or thinking, and the other was the muscle. This feature made me think of them as soulmates, like their souls were intertwined with each other. Which made the death at the end all the more heart wrenching. They had become so intertwined in their life of crime, and were together to the very end when the Kid died. I also liked that they never shied away from their affection for each other: “‘Who d’you think you are?’ asked Malito. ‘Man and wife?’ ‘Of course, cretin,’ answered the Kid.” (59) In the end, even terrible people love.

I think that the most shocking part of all this is that it is nonfictional. I thought that it was absolutely legendary that they were able to hold out for that long as the police pursued them and eventually staked them out!

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Duras The Lover

The Lover!

“Everything chimed with his desire and made him possess me. I had become his child. It was with his own child he made love every
evening. And sometimes he takes fright, suddenly he’s worried about her health, as if he suddenly realized she was mortal and it suddenly struck him he might lose her. ” (100)

How interesting?

Beginning the book was a little bit difficult for me, as I was trying to get used to the narrative style. I was also quite confused about the timeline, and debated drawing one so I could understand where exactly in her story we were. All I was sure of was that she was 15 and a half, and that her family lived in poverty. I also remember thinking that this would somehow be a book about the relationship between her and her mother. I thought this especially when she said “The beast, my mother, my love…” on page 22. But boy, was I wrong.

I was misled quite a few times about the direction that the book was taking. But something that stood out to me was how truly ‘teen’ this time was. She was growing and learning more about herself and what she desired, and also had to navigate very complex relationships with those around her. From her love/hatred of her mother, to her fear of her older brother, to the weird relationship she entertained with her lover, I truly couldn’t help thinking that this was such a teenage book. I also felt quite sorry for her, that no one even attempted to help her even though they all recognized that she was in a sexual relationship with an adult 12 years her senior.

Of the relationships she outlined, what stood out to me was her connection to her mother. From her mother’s insistence that she study mathematics, to her abuse of her as outlined on page 58, I thought it was so sad that she lacked this relationship in her life. It was also interesting to navigate her mother’s despair/depression/madness through her eyes.

Finally, can we talk about how we don’t actually know the name of the narrator, her mother, her brothers, and her lover? I found it so interesting that she named H.L (Helene) and described her desire for her extensively, but then never told us about her own name. Which leads to my question: why do you think this choice was made?

In all, I won’t say I loved the book, but I also didn’t hate it. I’m mostly just feeling like saying WTF

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