paranoid reading

Replied to Paranoid Reading by Tracy DurnellTracy Durnell (tracydurnell.com)

Bookmarked Finding nourishment vs. identifying poison by Austin Kleon (Austin Kleon)
You can identify all the poison you want, but if you don’t find nourishment, you’ll starve to death.
“Anyone who’s spent time on the internet in the past few years will recognise how it feels to be caught up…

Hah, interesting, I recently saw this video on Reparative Reading by This Dang Dad, and now I’m finding your blog post (via the more recent The overwhelming loudness of performance). Love seeing wildly different people pick up the same topic (a few years apart, sure)!

blocking replies on mastodon

Replied to Will It Still Be Social? (louplummer.lol)

I’ve evidently been living under a rock as a budding controversy has been brewing in the Fediverse. There is a two-year old proposal known as FEP-5624: Per-object reply control policies:
“Sometimes, users may want to…

I understand the idea of wanting to post and not wanting replies from anyone, I really do. But this brings me back to the question that I always seem to come back to: if you want full control, why do you rely on someone else’s platform? Get a blog! Curate comments or close them! Social…

A Dictator Calls

Read A Dictator Calls by Ismail Kadare

In June 1934, Stalin allegedly called Boris Pasternak and they spoke about the arrest of Osip Mandelstam. A telephone call from the dictator was not something necessarily relished, and in the complicated world of literary politics it would have provided opportunities for potential misunderstanding and profound trouble. But this was a call one could not ignore. Stalin wanted to know what Pasternak thought of the idea that Mandelstam had been arrested.

Ismail Kadare explores the afterlife of this phone call using accounts of witnesses, reporters, writers such as Isaiah Berlin and Anna Akhmatova, wives, mistresses, biographers, and even archivists of the KGB. The results offer a meditation on power and political structure, and how literature and authoritarianism construct themselves in plain sight of one another. Kadare’s reconstruction becomes a gripping mystery, as if true crime is being presented in mosaic.

In this book that, given its ratings on The Storygraph, was only appreciated by myself and the jury of the Booker Prize, Ismail Kadare takes a single story of a single, less than 3-minutes long, phone call between dictator Joseph Stalin and poet Boris Pasternak. What was said during this call? For all accounts, something…