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Storyological 2.04 - THAT DANIELA ROMO MOMENT
Storyological
English - March 06, 2017 13:39 - 30 minutes - 41.4 MB - ★★★★★ - 16 ratingsBooks Arts Homepage Download Apple Podcasts Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
In which we discuss "Love" by Yuri Olesha and "The Boy Who Never Cried for Me" by Juliana Delgado Lopera. Along with, among other things, soviet architecture and the language of love.
In which we discuss
1. Love by Yuri Olesha, Worlds Apart: An Anthology of Russian Fantasy and Science Fiction
2. The Boy Who Never Cried for Me by Juliana Delgado Lopera, Midnight Breakfast
along with, among other things...
Yuri Olesha
An entry on Yury Olesha in the Encyclopaedia Britannica
No Day Without a Line: From Notebooks by Yury Olesha
Juliana Delgado Lopera interview with The Toast
Profile at SFF (San Francisco Foundation)
Communism and Architecture
How the Soviet Union’s utopian ideals turned into an architectural nightmare (cnn)
The Enduring Power of Soviet Architecture by Norah Landes (artsy)
Philosophical Things
Crash Course Philosophy
W.K. Clifford
Some thoughts on epistemic responsibility (via feminist philosophers).
Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
A review of Nausea by Vladimir Nabokov
Nausea as a call to action
Le Blog de Jean-Paul Sartre
Sartre and Camus in New York
That Daniela Romo Moment
Yo No Te Pido La Luna
All Music profile of Daniela Romo
Down the Rabbit Hole
The Immigrant Experience: Down the Rabbit Hole
From Buzzfeed, Essays About the Immigrant Experience
Fiction, Non-Fiction, and Truth
Fiction v nonfiction - English literature’s made-up divide
From Bookslut, “Creative Nonfiction: In Defense of the Truth (with a lower case t)
Faulknerisms
Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.
The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past.