This is not a book for the impatient. Dense, demanding and highbrow, Norman Rush’s National Book Award-winning novel about an obsessive academic chasing idealized love in the Botswana bush of the early 1980s is both adorable and infuriating in its impenetrable cleverness.
To you, the reader, Norman Rush says “You’d better work as hard as I did.” Mating demands familiarity with all of the major liberal arts fields, from western philosophy to political theory. The vocabulary is borderline cruel, forcing me to keep a dictionary handy. Echt, adumbrate, lares, bouleversement, noetic, crescive, elenchus, divagate, apercus, anschluss, sessile—on nearly every page of the 500-page intellectual trial was a word I’d never even seen before. What was he thinking? Does he hate us? Maybe not, but you’d better be up-to-date on your classes of socialism and your grasp of Middlemarch and Latin phraseology.
I like stuff that smells good, effectively to a fault. I routinely mix up cocktails of essential oils and in ceramic vessels and then set them alight. My library often smells like a forest or a savanna or a citrus grove. We own our own copper alembic still and distill our own smells, with varying degrees of success.
Keep your eyes out for fragrance-related posts, soon.
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Photography: Major newspaper accidentally puts a photo of mine on the front page
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