At John's recommendation, I picked up a copy of The Mandarins by Simon De Beauvoir last night, and promptly stayed up until three or four in the AM tearing through its pages. Still a long long way to go, but it has that delicious writing style that I'm used to from, of course, Camus. There's something to the pacing of French literature of that time, something to the way that great events and small events are held in equivalent import, that appeals to me in every way as a writer and a human being.
Of course maybe its just a predilection of the French language peeking through via translation, in which case I should really try to learn French...
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
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