Classic Book Echoes

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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.

'The Manuscript Found in Saragossa':Regarding the edition: it's 632 pages in very tiny print. If it had larger print, th...
30/10/2025

'The Manuscript Found in Saragossa':
Regarding the edition: it's 632 pages in very tiny print. If it had larger print, this would probably have to be a two-volume.

The book itself works like an onion, in which you progressively have interpolated narrations inserted into other interpolated narrations. The main character, Alphonse, which serves as narrator, enters the world of the fantastic and the folklore in 18th-century Spain. The stories stem from the dawn of man to Alphonse's days, and the geography shows the entire Mediterranean. There's a lot of secret underground treasure caves and not a lot of sunlit palaces with tiles and fountains. Potocky inserted a lot of 1001 Nights and Arabian influences, with very little of Amazigh and other North African cultural influences - surprising for a story substantially set in the Southern Iberian Peninsula and North Africa. It's a touch of Orientalism gnawing at the author, as the book was published in 1805.

The concept is interesting and opens cool doors into the age of novels. Particularly interesting was the character Velaskez and his reflections about Good and Evil, Action and Intention, Ideas and Mankind. Potocky influxes the book with Philosophy, particularly from Ancient Greece and the three most preponderant Monotheisms. He was keen on literature that is now, to us, very much forgotten, and the footnotes are precious in that regard. I appreciate his interest in the mysteries of the world, which is the connective tissue between his onion-book.

To me, however, the most interesting part is the finale - the last 30 pages - as it is the disillusionment. The book is, in many ways, an updated blend of Don Quixote; (...)

Review to come later this week. When a book has been with you for a while - and life didn't present itself with opportun...
28/10/2025

Review to come later this week. When a book has been with you for a while - and life didn't present itself with opportunities for long reading sprees this year - it tends to hold a certain place in your psyche. It ceases to be an object and becomes somewhat sentient - except that what appears to be a foreign voice and body and mind is, in fact, a part of your own mind that is now developing, separately from the rest, a new fragment to join your spiritual mosaic of thought and philosophy.

'The Manuscript found in Saragossa'.


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It's me and the river and my book sharing a moment together while the waves crash and the riverboats disturb the waters ...
26/09/2025

It's me and the river and my book sharing a moment together while the waves crash and the riverboats disturb the waters and create ripples that send them to attack the tourists that, incautiously, walk along the piers.

This quote of Aristotle particularly struck me. In the midst of a fairly sober digression on the meanders of poetics, he...
18/09/2025

This quote of Aristotle particularly struck me. In the midst of a fairly sober digression on the meanders of poetics, he raises a touch of spiritual thought. And as someone who has often picked up pen and paper to scribble from an early age, it is how I feel.


There are the clouds and then, suddenly, the sun peering through the veil. The river crashes against the piers, life com...
10/09/2025

There are the clouds and then, suddenly, the sun peering through the veil. The river crashes against the piers, life comes through the cracks. The summer is breathing goodbye and yet the red-purple-orange-blues will stay.

Eternally, the streets I walk through will be there, the sunsets will be seen by eyes not yet in existence, the river tides will continue to swell in indifference - until eternity itself collapses into oblivion.






Provided my eyes are not withdrawn from that spectacle, of which they never tireProvided I may look upon the sun and the...
01/09/2025

Provided my eyes are not withdrawn from that spectacle, of which they never tire

Provided I may look upon the sun and the moon and gaze at the other planets

Provided I may trace their risings and settings, their periods and the causes of their travelling faster or slower

Provided I may behold all the stars that shine at night – some fixed, others not travelling far afield but circling within the same area; some suddenly shooting forth, and others dazzling the eye with scattered fire, as if they are falling, or gliding past with a long trail of blazing light

Provided I can commune with these and, so far as humans may, associate with the divine, and provided I can keep my mind always directed upwards, striving for a vision of kindred things

What does it matter what ground I stand on?

Seneca, Consolation to Helvia

Stop, breathe, read a book with esoteric contents, drink bright crimson tea, rinse, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat.       ...
31/08/2025

Stop, breathe, read a book with esoteric contents, drink bright crimson tea, rinse, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat.

🤍Life is so very busy that sometimes we walk past the most interesting details. Like this tree. I barely noticed the hea...
19/08/2025

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Life is so very busy that sometimes we walk past the most interesting details. Like this tree. I barely noticed the heart, though it is so very indiscreetly carved by nature's fingers, so very visible among the moss.

Once I noticed the heart, more discoveries took place. The little snails in close formation. The swirling designs. Within the tree, the sap is pumped through the veiny paths of timber. The thought takes me back to childhood, when I used to collect the bleeding resin from trees with a small twig, curling its liquid, blushing red until it became a yellowish sugar. We breathe because they breathe, we must take notice.

The silver Swan, who living had no Note,when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.Leaning her breast against the...
31/07/2025

The silver Swan, who living had no Note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
"Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!
"More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise."

Authorship: Unknown.
Adapted into "The Silver Swan". Madrigal by Orlando Gibbons (1583–1625).


"In this house lived Hans Christian Andersen at the time of his trip to Portugal in 1866."It's a weird and interesting m...
23/07/2025

"In this house lived Hans Christian Andersen at the time of his trip to Portugal in 1866."

It's a weird and interesting moment when you stand before the place where past footsteps echoed.









I made myself a nest and my book is an anglerfish 🌘
19/07/2025

I made myself a nest and my book is an anglerfish 🌘

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