Reposting Colossus of Maroussi entry. While I didn’t enjoy re-reading the book, I enjoyed re-reading my own blog entry. Ain’t I good?
Reposting Colossus of Maroussi entry. While I didn’t enjoy re-reading the book, I enjoyed re-reading my own blog entry. Ain’t I good?
A great read, Norbie. You make me almost want to pick it up. Since I traveled to Greece last summer for the first time, I am especially interested in some of the descriptions, but the world will have turned too many times since 1941–the price of a room, now equivalent to the price of a small tootsie-roll candy–just about says it all.
But my peeks into Miller always made me think that he was a self-indulgent writer with the inability to revise. He lacked the necessary shit-detector, as one famous American put it.
But what I just said is nearly total ignorance. Maybe I can sound off with more authority when I have actually read more than a page of his prose.
And I love the concept of you reading in English on a flight from Chicago to San Diego what you had read in German decades before. What a strange life this is, eh, old friend?
If you haven’t read it, and you like Greece, it may be a very good read. You can get the book from Amazon used for 99 cents, I am sure.
The Colossus of Maroussi is definitely one of Miller’s more delightful works.