We think of books being lost over time, as they fall out of popular taste or academic fashion. We think, in other words, of the intervention of history. But history is a by-product of geography. The fate of a book, and by extension of a literary oeuvre, depends to an alarming extent on where it is published, with books emanating from New York and London dominating the global literary scene. That’s one reason why writers and readers owe an endless debt to translators. Take the case of Borges, who might have been lost to English-speaking readers if not for a French translation that introduced his work to Europe, and thence to the anglophone world.
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Enjoying Susan Owens’s essay on English attitudes to nature in @Lit_Review. Turns out the early moderns were positively repulsed by hills, as described in this poem by Isaak Walton’s fishing chum Charles Cotton.
In this month's Silenced Voices, @lucyjpop shines a light on the tragic case of Shady Habash, a filmmaker who died in an Egyptian prison in May.
One study found that hoarders 'had lesions on the mesial prefrontal cortex of their brains ... Collecting and hoarding, in other words, are the results of brain damage.'
James Delbourgo explores the psychology of minimalists & collectors.