Low-res views and blue hues

A friend of mine had this book made of photographs he took going to and coming back from work. This was a few years ago but I love the images and the stories they tell. Thanks, m'wah!

Nothing like a good book on a rainy afternoon

The extraordinary journey of the fakir who got trapped in an IKEA wardrobe
- Romain Puértolas

This book is not affiliated with, authorised or endorsed by IKEA or the Inter IKEA Group or any of its companies.

Page 23: The page had been torn from the June 2012 Ikea catalogue, 198 million copies of which had been printed worldwide, double the annual print run of the Bible.

Page 30: Inside his chest, his heart was beating to the rhythm of a Bollywood soundtrack.

Page 74: One of the men laughed. It sounded like a spring mattress groaning under the bouncing weight of two lovers.

Page 207: The rhythm of his heartbeat went from hip hop to techno, finally ending up on Vivaldi.

Page 222: Ajatashatru Oghash Rathod had been pacing up and down for several minutes now, like a dog that cannot decide where it wants to sleep.

Page 243: But his hand was shaking so violently against his briefcase now that it was audible. He sounded like a Brazilian percussionist during carnival season in Rio.

Page 278: ... and he would spend his evenings watching her beautiful curled eyelashes batting in rhythm with his heart.

© Le Dilettante 2013
English translation © Sam Taylor 2014

Storytelling

Page 54: And she will fling the radio to the wall and a fierce red rage will run through her at how it was all packaged and sanitized and made to fit into so few words, all those bodies.

Page 67: But who can tell? Perhaps nothing would have been different even if we had won.

Page 96: She could not tell his age from his face; it was pleasant but unformed, as though God, having created him, had slapped him flat against a wall and smeared his features all over his face.

Page 187: You remember the heat of that summer clearly, even now, eighteen years later – the way Grandmama's yard felt moistly warm, a yard with so many trees that the telephone wire was tangled in leaves and different branches touched one another and sometimes mangoes appeared on cashew trees and guavas on mango trees.

 The thing around your neck – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Copyright © Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie 2009

La Habana

My brother gave me the most awesome gift. A book with music and photographs of Cuba - Moods of La Habana. It's so beautiful!

© Moods of La Habana - Original music from Cuba and photos by Robert Polidori

A nice read, enjoyable

A lazy day reading

Sunday I read most of the day. This book had a good rhythm to it. Lovely.
The cover, I find, is very misleading, it not that type of book at all.

page 4: You could hear the waves lapping lazily against the shore like a snoring guard dog, but we caught only narrow glimpses of the blueness.

page 83: Is the heart always failing itself or by nature unfaithful?

page 149: Suddenly her beauty would look sorrowful: a fruit bruising in front of my eyes. The sun would roll off the horizon and leave the river mute and grey. It was difficult then to imagine the light ever returning.

page 236: She was older, tears clinging to her eyelids like diamonds.

Anatomy of a Disappearance © Hisham Matar 2011