We Ride Upon Sticks by Quan Barry
Only a few chapters into this genre bender. It’s kind of rare for a book to actually make me lol while reading. This one nails comedic timing. #booksky #books #quanbarry #literaryhorror
Novel: The Unveiling by Quan Barry
Started reading this on the plane ride to vacation. I know it's shallow but choosing new authors to read by how much I like the cover has never disappointed. About halfway through. Interesting so far. #QuanBarry #TheUnveiling
We aren’t really taugh the deep impacts of #colonialism and #imperialism—their effects on locals. Gerry shares a bit about that in his podcast about a historical novel that takes place in #Vietnam
#quanbarry #vietnamese
Lazarus as Ambiguity How much has passed? Only yesterday I cut my finger on a piece of glass—-how it's still bleeding, & the way the latest theory claims time is fabricated, non-existing. Or think of the miracle of the once-dead man, how when Jesus heard the news He abode two days still in the same place before coming. In this story time is nothing, just a stone rolled out of the way. I can live w/the idea of this: that time is like a roll of film, each moment present simultaneously, & that there has always been a frame of yesterday, the glass breaking in my hand. But tonally the story of Lazarus is horrific to me: the idea that Jesus called him back not because He should have but because He could. & he that was dead came forth, bound hand & foot w/graveclothes; & his face was bound about w/a veil. Was He saying: this is the miracle-that nothing is absolute? & fundamentally is creation an act of power or grief-the soul consoling itself? Think of Lazarus staggering forth in the rags of his body again wondering what it means. "Loose him, & let him go."
