WRITING CULTURE 2012: Film, Food & Beyond

The book that got stuck in my head forever, which I could not stop reading, which was like a drug for me was “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
I dont like the war, nor I like to read about it, but this book is not about the war, but about a young girl and her family hiding in the attic in the heart of Holland, crammed with fascists.
The author of the diary is Anne Frank herself. She died in concentration camp after her family was discovered and sent there.
And all that just because they were Jewish.

This is my first blog post ever, so please love it! 

You will like my blog, if you know that somewhere deep inside of you is hidden a genius who has this urge to gobble books or if at least sometimes you feel like reading. Most of the time you read the books or the authors you know, because you know those are good authors and you feel like you do not want to lose time by reading something you might not like. I am here to help you. I will post about the books Ive read, will quote some of them, will say some words about the author, will make you read something I really loved or save you from the bad ones. This is a pilot post, but this will lead to something great, trust me.

When in doubt what to read, please please please pick a book by Hemingway. 

Hemingway is a master of subtext. He is my favorite American writer.

Isnt he awesome? (with Jean Patchet, a model of the 1950s)

You dont need to be a nerd to write Nobel-prize-winning books

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” is a book about the WW2. One of the main themes the author raises here is how everyone should demonstrate the feeling of solidarity when fighting against the fascists. But to me the quote he uses as epilogue (that was initially written by John Donne in the 16th century) means something else. Read again the second part of it.  

“Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.

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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

This quote shows us ourselves. We are not isolated, we coexist together, we should treat each other like we treat ourselves, we should feel nothing but grief when someone else has a bad things happening in his/her life, we should help each other by all means and not ask whose funeral is that, because that could be you outside, and that will be some day.

This excerpt reminds of a poem “First They Came For the Jews” by Pastor Martin Niemoller:

First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out
because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

Love the world and the world will love you back.

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