Classic Book Echoes

Classic Book Echoes ✒ Writer ↠ Historical Romances
✒ Reader ↠ Classic literature & 19th century
✒ Light & dark academia ‣ Historian ‣ Nature

Historian writing Regency & Victorian romances inspired by 19th-century classic literature, with historical detail, themes of Romance, and a sprinkle of psychological realism in style. Lover of art and literature, journaling across this world while writing for old souls.

At the gates.
11/07/2025

At the gates.

Nel mezzo del cammin della mia vita.
02/07/2025

Nel mezzo del cammin della mia vita.

It is as though life were an interrupted series of intervals, spent revolving between the pendulum of paragraphs and the...
25/05/2025

It is as though life were an interrupted series of intervals, spent revolving between the pendulum of paragraphs and the growing clusters of waves formed by the repetitive schedules of passing ships.

I often find myself relating to Fernando in his existential quest for meaning, his plurality of existences and his inter...
08/05/2025

I often find myself relating to Fernando in his existential quest for meaning, his plurality of existences and his interests in many fields of knowledge. Knowing his chaotic mind, I also often wonder if I should fear for mine... 😆

Behold, his typewriter.

Fernando Pessoa was passionate about esoteric subjects. His library has a good number of books on the most varied branch...
03/05/2025

Fernando Pessoa was passionate about esoteric subjects. His library has a good number of books on the most varied branches of esoterism and spirituality, which isn't all too surprising when you consider the general fascination in the early 20th century - see Allan Poe, for example. I think it is a good reflection of the existential dread within a disorganised, brilliant mind.

I have a feeling I'll regret not getting this collection, but I wasn't sure whether it was an original or a fac-simile.....
29/04/2025

I have a feeling I'll regret not getting this collection, but I wasn't sure whether it was an original or a fac-simile... The work itself is a picaresque story from the early 1700s. Can anyone discern the writing and the origins of the anchor stamp?

«I know not what tomorrow will bring.»
27/04/2025

«I know not what tomorrow will bring.»

Current reads:Home read: The Manuscript found in SaragossaCommute read: The Warden (Trollope)Break read: Metamorphoses (...
19/04/2025

Current reads:

Home read: The Manuscript found in Saragossa
Commute read: The Warden (Trollope)
Break read: Metamorphoses (Ovid)
Writing prep read: Jane Austen's Letters

Every time I say I'm not reading more than a book at once, I end up reading four. On the bright side, I find my reading speed is increasing, so I'll be able to read even more books... I have this project of reading more of Roman literature this summer, perhaps to pick up the Satyricon or Seneca's letters.

Devoured in 2 days.Definition: melodic.My mother gifted me this book last Christmas. She knew I'd been listening to Chic...
18/04/2025

Devoured in 2 days.

Definition: melodic.

My mother gifted me this book last Christmas. She knew I'd been listening to Chico Buarque non-stop for weeks, particularly this song 'Deus lhe Pague' and 'Construção'. The privilege of speaking Portuguese is reflected in the understanding of these songs, which really gain in the lyrics.

In any case, there is something in Brazilian literature that is sung. I found it in José Mauro Vasconcelos, too. It is an intimist language, a dialogue between author and reader, as though we were sitting in the same room. They're telling you a story in a tone of proximity that is not seeking the intricate heights of metaphorical expressions and figures of speech, but comes to you as the liquid gold of the sea at dusk.

This is the story of his days in Rome, at the dusk of his own childhood and the dawn of teenage years, showing us the city through the eyes of a foreign boy, who circulated between worlds.

"The need to feel sad was becoming an addiction as the years wore themselves out."Definition: Raw.A tale of "when the wo...
17/04/2025

"The need to feel sad was becoming an addiction as the years wore themselves out."

Definition: Raw.

A tale of "when the world was new", a philosophical reflection under the guise of a folk tale. Morality is forgotten, reversed, or hadn't been forged to begin with. More than a tale of solitude, it is a tale of nostalgia and introspection. Everyone is busier thinking of what was than of what is, clutching the vapourous past. It is also a centenary disillusionment, in which life begins with strength, magic and mysticism, and slowly vanished into crude realism and a generational burden of spiritual exhaustion, as though Úrsula had focused in her the entire strength of the family and there was nothing left by the time of Aureliano Babilonia. Time comes for the family and they collapse like the tower of Babel. In the end, the most pragmatic reflection is that all we were, are and will be, the dreams we dream, the books we read, the homes we live in, they will turn to ash and be scattered by the winds, and we will be less than a fallen Atlantis, for we, too, will fade from memory. And that has been the effort of many, for the thousands of years since Mankind had individual consciousness: to survive time and become firm in memory.

About halfway through the book now. The mid section is a bit quieter and less vibrant - but the context justifies it. Th...
30/03/2025

About halfway through the book now. The mid section is a bit quieter and less vibrant - but the context justifies it. The war comes and the magic dies down. Will come back with a full report soon...

Shelfie under sunshine, the first whispers of spring peering through my windows...
26/03/2025

Shelfie under sunshine, the first whispers of spring peering through my windows...

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