Eggers y su mujer, la también escritora Vendela Vida.
"I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love."
What is What-Dave Eggers
Estoy bastante un poco obsesionada con Dave Egggers y su primer libro (que ahora está sobre mi mesita de noche), A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. Se trata de unas memorias que narran su vida a los veintiún años, tras perder a su padre y a su madre en un breve espacio de tiempo y quedar al cuidado de su hermano pequeño. Fascinante y extraño, Eggers cuenta su historia (tomándose muchas libertades) de una forma que engancha.
El libro tiene más de una rareza:
"Height: 5'11"; Weight 175; Eyes: blue; Hair: brown; Hands: chubbier than one would expect; Allergies: only to dander; Place on the sexual orientation scale, with 1 being perfectly straight and 10 being perfectly gay: 3."
Reglas para la lectura
"His brain is my laboratory, my depository. Into it I can stuff the books I choose, the television shows, the movies, my opinion about elected officials, historical events, neighbors, passersby. He is my twenty-four-hour classroom, my captive audience, forced to ingest everything I deem worthwhile. He is a lucky, lucky boy! And no one can stop me.”
“Because secrets do not increase in value if kept in a gore-ian lockbox, because one's past is either made useful or else mutates and becomes cancerous. We share things for the obvious reasons: it makes us feel un-alone, it spreads the weight over a larger area, it holds the possibility of making our share lighter. And it can work either way - not simply as a pain-relief device, but, in the case of not bad news but good, as a share-the-happy-things-I've-seen/lessons-I've-learned vehicle. Or as a tool for simple connectivity for its own sake, a testing of waters, a stab at engagement with a mass of strangers.”
“You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it [dignity]. It's never dignified, always brutal. What's dignified about dying? It's never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it."
