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185 In Sweden all we do is to 234 The old world must crumble. 263 It is impossible to touch
celebrate jubilees BREAKING WITH Awake, wind of dawn! eternity with one hand CONTEMPORARY
The Red Room, August
Strindberg
TRADITION Berlin Alexanderplatz,
Alfred Döblin
and life with the other
The Temple of the Golden Pavilion,
LITERATURE
1900–1945 Yukio Mishima
1970–PRESENT
186 She is written in a foreign 235 Ships at a distance have
tongue 208 The world is full of obvious every man’s wish on board 264 He was beat – the root, 296 Our history is an aggregate
The Portrait of a Lady
Lady, things which nobody by any Their Eyes Were Watching God, the soul of beatific of last moments
Henry James chance ever observes Zora Neale Hurston On the Road, Jack Kerouac Gravity’s Rainbow
Rainbow, Thomas 319 What we see before us is just
The Hound of the Baskervilles, Pynchon one tiny part of the world
188 Human beings can be awful Arthur Conan Doyle 236 Dead men are heavier than 266 What is good among one The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle,
cruel to one another broken hearts people is an abomination 298 You are about to begin reading Haruki Murakami
The Adventures of Huckleberry 209 I am a cat. As yet I have no The Big Sleep, Raymond Chandler with others Italo Calvino’s new novel
Finn, Mark Twain name. I’ve no idea where I Things Fall Apart, Chinua If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller
Traveller, 320 Perhaps only in a world of
was born 238 It is such a secret place, Achebe Italo Calvino the blind will things be
190 He simply wanted to go I Am a Cat,, Natsume Soseki
So
Sō the land of tears what they truly are
down the mine again, to The Little Prince, Antoine de 270 Even wallpaper has a better 300 To understand just one life Blindness, José Saramago
suffer and to struggle 210 Gregor Samsa found himself, Saint-Exupéry memory than human beings you have to swallow the world
Germinal, Émile Zola in his bed, transformed into The Tin Drum, Günter Grass Midnight’s Children, Salman 322 English is an unfit medium
a monstrous vermin 240 Further reading Rushdie for the truth of South Africa
192 The evening sun was now Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka 272 I think there’s just one kind Disgrace, J M Coetzee
ugly to her, like a great of folks. Folks. 306 Freeing yourself was one
inflamed wound in the sky 212 Dulce et decorum est pro To Kill a Mockingbird, thing; claiming ownership 324 Every moment happens twice:
Tess of the d’Urbervilles,
Thomas Hardy
patria mori
Poems, Wilfred Owen
POST-WAR WRITING Harper Lee of that freed self was another
Beloved, Toni Morrison
inside and outside, and they
are two different histories
1945–1970
274 Nothing is lost if one has the White Teeth, Zadie Smith
194 The only way to get rid of a 213 April is the cruellest month, courage to proclaim that all is 310 Heaven and Earth were
temptation is to yield to it breeding lilacs out of the 250 BIG BROTHER IS lost and we must begin anew in turmoil 326 The best way of keeping
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Gray, dead land WATCHING YOU Hopscotch, Julio Cortázar Red Sorghum, Mo Yan a secret is to pretend there
Oscar Wilde The Waste Land, T S Eliot Nineteen Eighty-Four
Eighty-Four, isn’t one
George Orwell 276 He had decided to live forever 311 You could not tell a story like The Blind Assassin, Margaret
195 There are things old and 214 The heaventree of stars hung or die in the attempt this. A story like this you Atwood
new which must not be with humid nightblue fruit 256 I’m seventeen now, and Catch-22, Joseph Heller could only feel
contemplated by men’s eyes Ulysses, James Joyce sometimes I act like I’m Oscar and Lucinda, Peter Carey 328 There was something his
Dracula, Bram Stoker about thirteen 277 I rhyme to see myself, to set family wanted to forget
222 When I was young I, too, The Catcher in the Rye, the darkness echoing 312 Cherish our island for its The Corrections,
196 One of the dark places of had many dreams J D Salinger Death of a Naturalist, green simplicities Jonathan Franzen
the earth Call to Arms, Lu Xun Seamus Heaney Omeros, Derek Walcott
Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad 258 Death is a gang-boss aus 330 It all stems from the same
223 Love gives naught but itself Deutschland 278 There’s got to be something 313 I felt lethal, on the verge nightmare, the one we
198 Further reading and takes naught but Poppy and Memory
Memory, Paul Celan wrong with us. To do what of frenzy created together
from itself we did American Psycho, Bret The Guest, Hwang Sok-yong
The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran 259 I am invisible, understand, In Cold Blood, Truman Capote Easton Ellis
simply because people 331 I regret that it takes a life to
224 Criticism marks the origin of refuse to see me 280 Ending at every moment but 314 Quietly they moved down learn how to live
progress and enlightenment Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison never ending its ending the calm and sacred river Extremely Loud and Incredibly
The Magic Mountain, One Hundred Years of Solitude, A Suitable Boy
Boy, Vikram Seth Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
Thomas Mann 260 Lolita, light of my life, fire Gabriel García Márquez
of my loins. My sin, my soul 318 It’s a very Greek idea, and a 332 Further reading
228 Like moths among the Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov 286 Further reading profound one. Beauty is terror
whisperings and the The Secret History
History, Donna Tartt
champagne and the stars 262 Nothing happens, nobody 340 GLOSSARY
The Great Gatsby
Gatsby, F Scott comes, nobody goes, it’s awful! 344 INDEX
Fitzgerald Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett 352 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS