A bunch of screw-ups in your family. I mean, your mom… I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire—
HC that Hop freaks tf out when Joyce calls him ‘Jim’ because he knows he knOWS that shit has gotta be real for her to use that name…like…this smol but mighty woman clearly ain’t about to take any of his shit today…she’s going in for the kill, and him being Jim'd™ is only the beginning.
Originally I aimed to list only one work per author, but I have Umberto Eco and Péter Esterházy twice, tant pis.
~ A ~ Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
~ B ~ Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
~ C ~ Celestial Harmonies by Péter Esterházy
(for me at least it is about) P.E., descendant of one of the most important aristocratic families of early modern Hungary trying to cope with the weight of his family heritage; translated to English in 2004
~ D ~ Divina Commedia by Dante Alighieri
~ E ~ Egyszerű történet vessző száz oldal - a kardozós változat [Simple Story Comma One Hundred Pages - The Version with Swordfighting] by Péter Esterházy
early modern Hungary, postmodern; unfortunately no English translation is available
~ F ~ Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco
a.k.a. when you play with conspiracy theories and they turn out to be true: humans vs. texts
~ G ~ A gyertyák csonkig égnek [Embers] by Sándor Márai
in a love-hate relationship with this one; from Wikipedia with love: “The narrative revolves around an elderly general who invites an old friend from military school for dinner; the friend had disappeared mysteriously for 41 years, and the dinner begins to resemble a trial where the friend is prosecuted for his character traits.” translated to English in 2000
~ H ~ Hytti nro 6 [Compartment 6] by Rosa Liksom
young girl and middle-aged man sharing a compartment on the Trans-Siberian Railway in the 1980s
~ I ~ Iskola a határon [School at the Frontier] by Géza Ottlik
boys growing up in a military school between the two world wars
~ J ~ La jeunesse mélancolique et très désabusée d'Adolf Hitler by Michel Folco
poor Adolf’s early character development with a pinch of tasteful humour
~ K ~ Der König David Bericht by Stefan Heym
about a Jewish scholar asked by King Solomon to prepare King David’s biography with the “help” of a committee, but actually about Stalinism and its relation to Lenin and the past and history-writing in general
~ L ~ La Leçon by Eugène Ionescu
about authority and obedience
~ M ~ Macbeth by William Shakespeare
my favourite literary work!
~ N ~ The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
every time I re-read it, I find something new
~ O ~ One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
~ P ~ Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
~ Q ~ Historiarum Sui Temporis Libri Quinque by Rodulfus Glaber
there’s this historical / literary text from the 11th century, just because I needed something with Q
~ R ~ Le Roi des Aulnes by Michel Tournier
creepy French guy trying to define himself, the world, and the relation between the two in the 30s and the second WW
~ S ~ Sátántangó by László Krasznahorkai
power and interpersonal relationships in a small community in late socialist Hungary (80s); also watch the 7h long movie version directed by Béla Tarr
~ T ~ A test angyala [The Angel of the Body] by “Jolán Sárbogárdi” (Lajos Parti Nagy)
brilliant parody of cheap romantic novels with very advanced linguistic inventions
~ U ~ Ulysses by James Joyce
~ V ~ Verhovina madarai [The Birds of Verhovina] by Ádám Bodor
slow decay of a secluded village in the Carpates
— and a little cheating now: —
~ W ~ Struwwelpeter by Heinrich Hoffmann
creepy children’s book from 19th-century Germany with blood, fire, and death by starvation. good night, sweet dreams
~ X ~ Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary, 9th Edition
shut up, I like it
~ Y ~ Making History by Stephen Fry
prevent Hitler’s birth, ruin your life, and … I won’t spoil it for you, read it
~ Z ~ Жизнь и необычайные приключения солдата Ивана Чонкина [The Life and Extraordinary Adventures of Private Ivan Chonkin] by Vladimir Voinovich
well, if you transliterate the title… satire about the Soviet army and everyday life in 40s USSR
SINCE A LOT OF ROTG PEEPS FOLLOW ME I WANT TO SHARE TJIS WITH ALL OF U. AND YES I DID TALK TO WILLIAM JOYCE VIA SNOW’S INSTAGRAM AND IM ACRUALLY SCREAMING AO LOUD JACK’S LITTLE SISTER’S NAME HAS FINALLT BEEN CONFIRMED I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR FIVE YEARS
a concept: joyce adopts eleven and hopper pretty much does too since he’s at the byers’ house 24/7. of course, being around them all the time, el continuously sees them smoking. and even though she doesn’t really understand the concept, she knows that it isn’t natural/healthy and she doesn’t want either of them to get sick so every time she sees one or both of them with a cigarette she makes it fly out of their hands
*sees a single snowflake drift slowly to the ground and melt instantly*
A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Cornelius [covered in caffeine patches, not having slept for five days]:
Look around you! Do you really think this world is real? You'd have to be an idiot not to notice all the sloppy details. Look, that guy's putting a bun between two hot dogs.
I dunno, man. I've seen some people do that before.
Well, look at that old lady. She's-she's walking a cat on a leash.
Uh, Mrs. Spencer does that all the time, Neil.
Look, I-I-I don't want to hear about Mrs. Spencer! She's an idiot! All right, all right, there! What about the fact that that guy's got his shirt on backwards?