Culturame

The Bibliorg

“This isn’t real life. Real life is letting men fuck you over their desks (and enjoying it, which is somehow the worst thing). Real life is regularly running out of money, and then food. Real life is having no proper heating. Real life is physical. Give me books instead: give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images.
Let me become part of a book; I’d give anything for that. Being cursed by The End of Mr. Y must mean becoming part of the book; an intertextual being: a book-cyborg, or, considering that books aren’t cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.
Things in books can’t get dirty, and real life is, well, eventually it’s dust. Even books become dust, like the crumbled remains H.G.Wells’s Time Traveller finds in the museum.
But thoughts are clean.”

The End of Mr. Y, Scarlett Thomas, Canongate, 2007

[Reading, UK è il luogo in cui mi trovo ora; Master of Arts, Book Design è il titolo del corso a cui sono stata ammessa: questo blog è il luogo in cui cercherò di raccogliere cronache e speculazioni della mia vita inglese.]