Bookmark No. 7
Tchaikovsky touching heaven, letting someone else pick your next read, a Jessie Buckley narration, and more
The sun/rise/set is piercing its way into my room as I type this; its reflection off the vast, many-windowed building across from me casting a warm glint against my bare face, against the blank walls. It’s the sun’s invitation to paint the new year. I’m accepting the invite.
There’s a scene from Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein, in which Victor teaches the creature, “Sunlight. The sun is . . . the sun is life.” Much goes on between the earnest, innocent look of awe the creature exhibits then and in the final scene, where the shattered being looks to the same sun with the same eyes. Despite the wretched chaos, the outcast still looks to the sun. We all do when we hope.
Whatever chaos ensnared us this year, may we, too, always look to the sun.
Here is a dispatch of 7 thin[g/k]s bookmarked and explored this week. Under the paywall, you’ll find: Parisian shopfronts true to bookish form, the moment Tchaikovsky touched heaven, an adaptation of A Yard of Sky, embracing the beginner’s mind, letting someone else pick your next read, an invitation to go outside, and a Jessie Buckley narration I invite you to read alongside me.
