Octavia Butler : Positive Obsession

I have been an enormous fan of the visionary writing of Octavia E. Butler for decades. The American science fiction writer won numerous awards for her works, including Hugo, Locus, and Nebula awards. In 1995, Butler became the first science-fiction writer to receive a MacArthur Fellowship. These days her Parable series seems eerily prescient. Whether you are already a reader, or just interested in an amazing writer’s personal story, you can download a free digital version of a new Butler biography for free. Just click on this link .

 

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the act of walking

 

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Tourists get blamed for everything now

Japan is selling off its national emergency rice reserve for the first time since 1995 because prices have doubled, and they are blaming tourist visitors for eating too much rice.

France 24 reports that record numbers of visitors are partly to blame for Japan’s current rice shortage, along with a brutal heat wave in 2023 that damaged crops and some panic buying after earthquake warnings. The situation is so dire that a humble 5-kilogram bag of rice now costs 4,206 yen ($29) — double what it cost last year, as reported by AFP. Some shifty merchants are apparently sitting on their rice supplies too, waiting to cash in when prices climb even higher.

I promise to avoid onigiri from konbinis while I’m in Japan to save the rice.

 

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“We are all living in Orwell’s world now”

“We are all living in Orwell’s world now” – The New York Times, 29 March

The Orwell Festival is returning to Bloomsbury, London, this month with an interesting line-up of events exploring some of the urgent themes and questions arising from Orwell’s work and legacy, from the future of Europe to our new age of propaganda, the politics of football, the “genius myth”, national identity, and Orwell’s own reception in China.

Bringing together leading writers, journalists and public figures, including Kim DarrochHelen Lewis, and Philippe Auclair, and guided by Orwell’s values of decency, integrity and fidelity to truth, the Festival will culminate in the announcement of the winners of The Orwell Prizes, the UK’s most prestigious awards for political writing and reporting, on 25 June 2025.

The Orwell Festival is hosted by The Orwell Foundation and based at University College London, home of the UNESCO-registered Orwell Archive. We are delighted to welcome Arvon, the Frontline Club, Pushkin House, and Waterstones as event partners this year, alongside our founding sponsors The Political Quarterly.

The Orwell Prize 2025 shortlists will be announced on 14 May with further participants and events to be announced then.

via The Orwell Foundation

 

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Heaven and Hell

“Report on Heaven and Hell”

by

Silvina Ocampo

translation by Edith Grossman


Heaven and Hell, like the great auction galleries, have heaps of objects accumulated in their passageways, objects that will not surprise anyone because they are the same things usually found in the galleries of this world. But it is not enough to speak only of objects; there are also cities, towns, gardens, mountains, valleys, suns, moons, winds, seas, stars, reflections, temperatures, tastes, perfumes, sounds, for Eternity provides us with every kind of sensation and spectacle.

If it seems to you that the wind roars like a tiger and if in the glance of the heavenly dove you see the eyes of a hyena, if the well-dressed man who crosses the street is wearing shameless tatters, if the prize-winning rose offered to you is a faded rag as drab as a sparrow, if your wife’s face is dulled, raw, and angry-your eyes, and not God, have made them that way.

When you die the demons and the angels (they are equally intent and know that you are sleeping halfway between this world and some other one) will come to your bed in disguise and, stroking your head, will permit you to select the things you preferred during your lifetime. At first, in a kind of sample display, they will show you nutural objects. If they show you the sun, the moon, or the stars, you will see them in a painted crystal ball and you will think that the crystal sphere is the world; if they show you the sea or the mountains, you will see them in a stone and you will think that the stone is the sea and the mountains; if they show you a horse it will be a miniature, but you will think that the horse is real. The angels and the demons will distract your spirit with pictures of flowers, shining fruits, and candies; making you think that you are still a child, they will sit you in a kind of sedan chair, called the queen’s chair or the chair af gold, and they will carry you, their hands intertwined, down those corridors to the center of your life where your preferences dwell.

Be careful. If you select more things from Hell than from Heaven, you may go to Heaven; on the other hand, if you select more things from Heaven than from Hell, you run the risk of going to Hell since your love for celestial things will imply mere greed.

The laws of Heaven and Hell are capricious. Whether you go to one place or the other depends on the most insignificant detail. I know of people who have gone to Hell because of a broken key or a wicker cage and of others who have gone to Heaven because of a sheet of newspaper or a cup of milk.

 

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The Boat

“The Boat”

by

Robert Walser

translated by Tom Whalen


I think I’ve written this scene before, but I’ll write it once again. In a boat, midway upon the lake, sit a man and woman. High above in the dark sky stands the moon. The night is still and warm, just right for this dreamy love adventure. Is the man in the boat an abductor? Is the woman the happy, enchanted victim? This we don’t know; we see only how they both kiss each other. The dark mountain lies like a giant on the glistening water. On the shore lies a castle or country house with a lighted window. No noise, no sound. Everything is wrapped in a black, sweet silence. The stars tremble high above in the sky and also upward from far below out of the sky which lies on the surface of the water. The water is the friend of the moon, it has pulled it down to itself, and now they kiss, the water and the moon, like boyfriend and girlfriend. The beautiful moon has sunk into the water like a daring young prince into a flood of peril. He is reflected in the water like a beautiful affectionate soul reflected in another love-thirsty soul. It’s marvelous how the moon resembles the lover drowned in pleasure, and how the water resembles the happy mistress hugging and embracing her kingly love. In the boat, the man and woman are completely still. A long kiss holds them captive. The oars lie lazily on the water. Are they happy, will they be happy, the two here in the boat, the two who kiss one another, the two upon whom the moon shines, the two who are in love?

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Last Frontier

I’ve only visited Alaska one time, but the memories of that two week trip remain vivid. It’s impossible to describe the vastness and majesty of Alaska, however the short tilt-shift video below offers a taste of the state’s beauty and scope.

 

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Tokyo: Thin is in

Looking for hotels in Tokyo, I ran across the 9-story Rakuragu hotel which squeezes in an ultra-narrow site in the Nihonbashi district of Tokyo. Located near the iconic Tokyo Station, the skinny hotel has just 14 rooms, its design prioritizes outdoor space through the arrangement of balconies that face different directions, capitalizing on the gaps between the neighboring buildings.

Kojima Shinya and Kojima Ayaka, of Tokyo and Shanghai-based studio Kooo Architects, have created this new urban hotel by taking the constraints of a tight space in the city center and turning them into a design opportunity. The layout, combined with the balconies, surprisingly offers more space than what you would typically find in a Tokyo hotel room.

While the hotel is located in a less touristy area, it has access to four metro stations within a less than 10 minute walk and some lesser known historic sites such as the Nihonbashi Bridge .

 

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Remarkable Library

The Netherlands is known for some extraordinary libraries. Among the many beautiful libraries repurposed from historical buildings is the remarkable De Petrus in Vught. The St. Pieter catholic church in Vught was built between 1881 and 1884 to replace a 14th century chapel. Today, the deconsecrated Neo-Romanesque church hosts a library, museum, bookshop, and community cultural center.

In 2005, the church was closed to the public due to falling debris from the roof. It was saved from demolition by a group of local business owners and concerned citizens, who in 2011 established a nonprofit dedicated to its preservation. In 2018, it reopened as DePetrus

 

 

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We nearly missed it

April is National Poetry Month.

Waka, or Japanese poetry, flourished in the court culture of the 6th to the 14th century in Japan. One of the well-known waka poets of this period was Ono no Komachi (小野 小町, c. 825 – c. 900). She was one of the Rokkasen (六歌仙, “six poetry immortals) of the early Heian period and was renowned for her unusual beauty. She also counts among the Thirty-six Poetry Immortals, but not much about her life is known for certain. Here’s one of her poems included as #9 in Fujiwara no Teika’s Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (百人一首), a classical Japanese anthology of one hundred Japanese waka by one hundred poets.

花の色はうつりにけりな
いたづらに
わが身世にふる
ながめせしまに

English Translation:
A life in vain.
My looks, talents faded
like these cherry blossoms
paling in the endless rains
that I gaze out upon, alone.

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