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Avid reader and gardener. Gardening in USDA zones 5 and 9 and reading everywhere and inbetween.
#AgainsttheDay
#ThomasPynchon

crew of the Inconvenience became aware of doubts creeping in…If it was all just some elaborate hoax they'd chosen to play on themselves,to keep distracted from a reality too frightening…They may only have once been readers of the Chums of Chance Series of boys' books…
February 4, 2026 at 12:46 PM
…Surely fear is a type of stress...Tedium...its own Category of Woe.
February 3, 2026 at 1:18 PM
#ThePaleKing
#DavidFosterWallace

What if he was simply born and destined to live in the shadow of Total Fear and Despair, and all his so-called activities were pathetic attempts to distract him from the inevitable? Discuss important differences between reserve accounting and charge-off accounting…
February 3, 2026 at 1:10 PM
Players
by Don DeLillo
February 2, 2026 at 12:26 PM
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville

“He's a queer man, Captain Ahab- so some think- but a good one. Oh, thou’lt like him well enough; no fear, no fear. He's a grand, ungodly, god-like man, Captain Ahab….”
#MelvilleMonday 🐳
February 2, 2026 at 12:23 PM
…The feeling is the reason I want to die. I'm here because I want to die. That's why I'm in a room without windows and with cages over the lightbulbs and no lock on the toilet door. Why they took my shoelaces and my belt. But I notice they don't take away the feeling do they!”
February 1, 2026 at 4:27 PM
#InfiniteJest
#DavidFosterWallace
30th Anniversary

“I wasn't trying to hurt myself. I was trying to kill myself. There's a difference…I don't hate myself. I just wanted out. I didn't want to play anymore is all…The last thing more I'd want is hurt. I just didn't want to feel this way anymore…
February 1, 2026 at 4:23 PM
#TheCollectedStoriesofDianeWilliams
#DianeWilliams
From the Introduction by #BenMarcus

These stories are comedies of manners, or tragedies of the absence of manners. They document desire gone wrong, which is to say that they document desire.
February 1, 2026 at 2:23 PM
#TheCollectedStoriesofDianeWilliams
#DianeWilliams
Introduction by #BenMarcus

At the post office the woman finally got a good look at the monster, a stare. She was breathing the same air, not as before, deprived.
#Intercourse
February 1, 2026 at 2:20 PM
And the birds! The birds are colored tin now! And the animals all are engined. While the trees in ersatz leap through the planned Earth holes and bloom us up "real" leaves that last the course. AH MODERAN! Land where leaves do not drop; land of the plasto-coated land-sweet sweet my shard-hard home.
January 31, 2026 at 1:49 PM
#Moderan
#DavidRBunch

…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball clean…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…our temperatures as quiet and as changeless as ever…through Season Control in Central.
January 31, 2026 at 1:48 PM
…Checking records and files. Making phone call after phone call. Successful oppression depends on this. So I would say in conclusion that they are struggling against the struggle. But I wouldn't want to say porta rickens, commanists, what-have-you. It be no bomb, remember. It be a gun, ping."
January 30, 2026 at 12:16 PM
#Players
#DonDetillo

“I wouldn't want to say porta rickens…coloreds…the well-meaning white folks who have taken up the struggle against the struggle,not knowing…that the capitalist system…power structure…pattern of repression are themselves a struggle. It's not an easy matter,being the oppressor…
January 30, 2026 at 12:13 PM
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville

In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely and without a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers.
January 29, 2026 at 6:17 PM
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville

But all the things that God would have us do are hard for us to do…and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavors to persuade. And if we obey God, we must disobey ourselves; and it is in this disobeying ourselves, wherein the hardness of obeying God consists.
January 29, 2026 at 6:17 PM
#MobyDick
#HermanMelville

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself…bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet…then, I account it high time to get to sea…This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
January 29, 2026 at 12:59 PM
#AgainsttheDay
#ThomasPynchon

“The State is evil, its divine right proceeds from Hell, Hell is where we all went. Some came out...broken, dying...intimidated into silence...all of us, even those who had voted and paid our taxes like good bourgeoisie, came out hating the State.
January 28, 2026 at 12:09 PM
…I said, yes, maybe.
They said, we don't like it…
I said that they shouldn't be frightened (although I am often frightened) and that there was value everywhere…Then there was a knock on the door, I opened the door, and the new gerbil walked in. The children cheered wildly.
January 27, 2026 at 12:05 PM
#SixtyStories
#DonaldBarthelme
they said is death that which gives meaning to life…I said,no,life is that which gives meaning to life…they said,but isn't death,considered as a fundamental datum,the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the everyday may be transcended in the direction of-
January 27, 2026 at 12:03 PM
Finished #TheVivisectors
#MissouriWilliams

I had begun to be in the world and I had found it unbearable…Now that so many doors had been opened, I was determined to close them again-they had been opened against my will.
January 26, 2026 at 11:31 AM
Interesting. Read Nooteboom’s the following story.
January 26, 2026 at 11:06 AM
Moderan
by David R. Bunch
January 26, 2026 at 11:01 AM
Reposted by Thenextpage
Great American Novels. #BookSky💙📚
January 25, 2026 at 3:13 PM
#ThePassionAccordingtoGH
#ClariceLispector

THEN, BEFORE UNDERSTANDING, MY HEART WENT GRAY…
Meeting the face I had put inside the opening…in the half-darkness…My cry was so muffled that only the contrasting silence let me know I hadn't screamed. The scream had stayed beating in my chest.
January 25, 2026 at 1:13 PM
…The dark plates glisten. They are wonderfully shaped; even the buttons of the compound eyes show a geometrical precision which prevents my earlier horror…Nevertheless, I reminded myself, a roach…and you a woman.
I no longer own my own imagination.
January 25, 2026 at 12:37 PM