Yet another super late post! I wish I was bit more regular and diligent but crazy work hours and super hectic weekends, have slowed the pace of reading and blogging severely! I barely got any reading done in July and did very little in terms of leisure activity besides watching the Wimbledon semi final and final round matches. Yet looking back, I must say, that it was not so bad, if I managed to watch all the semi-finals including the Men’s Singles each of which was 5+hours long! Oh! Well! Hindsight is an interesting thing!
Moving on, like I said, between work, Wimbledon and socially busy weekend, reading really took a back seat! However, if we were to claim quality and never quantity matters, then, I had a wonderful reading month, because, despite the limited number, the sheer brilliance of the works, made the reading a truly enriching experience! My reading for the month went something like this –
I Claudius by Robert Graves
“There are two different ways of writing history: one is to persuade men to virtue and the other is to compel men to truth”
Final Meeting : Selected Poetry by Anna Akhmatova; Translated by Andrey Kneller
Faced with this grief, the mountains bend,
The mighty river stops its flow,
But iron bolts won’t even dent,
Behind them – “the convicts’ den”
And somber deathly woe.
Some people feel the soothing breeze,
For some the sun shines red –
For us these wonders long have ceased,
We only hear the grinding keys
And soldiers’ heavy tread.
We rose as though to early mass
And crossed the capital in throngs,
More breathless than the ones who’ve passed,
The Neva’s hazy, overcast,
But hope continues with its song.
There’s the verdict… Tears burst loud,
She’s singled out, on her own,
As if her life has been ripped out,
As if she’s thrown onto the ground…
She’s staggers… stumbling… alone…
Where are the friends with whom I’ve shared
Two years of living in that hell?
What blizzards do they have to bear?
What visions in the lunar glare?
To them I’m sending this farewell
Augustus Carp, Esq. By Himself Being the Autobiography of a Really Good Man by Henry Howarth Bashford
“For the first time, I was in the presence of the greatest human vice. Nor have I ever, perhaps, entirely recovered from the enormous shock of that discovery. For though I had been aware, of course, from my studies on Holy Scripture, that such things had occurred in the Middle East, and had even deduced from contemporary newspapers their occasional survival in the British Islands, I had never dreamed it possible that here, in a public park in the Xtian London of my experience, a married man could thus openly sit with his arm round a female who was not his wife.”
That is all for now folks! Like I said, not too many readings, but some very qualitative and interesting ones! Hopefully August will bring many more Reading Hours!