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What is the point of art?

This is a question that almost everybody has an answer to. Some would accuse art as being merely a superficial distraction, designed to inflate the artist’s egos and all his admirer’s who ‘understand’ his work on a deeper level. This might be one side, but to dismiss art in this way is foolish. The marks left by inked fingers and the stories passed down through voice precede the sterile laboratories in which people expect the absolute truth to be extracted, dissected, and conquered. This extract is from Lehrer’s book, Proust was a neuroscientist; 

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In a way I have been delaying writing about my favourite novel, Lolita by Nabokov because I am worried I will not be able to do it justice. I have to, however, use this novel as Day 1 of the challenge as it is as much my favourite book as it can be, although labeling it such causes uneasiness. Maybe it is that feeling you had as a child when choosing which toy was your “favourite”…
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By way of an introduction…

I thought an explanation of the title would be an okay place to start. Not great, but okay. It’s a combination of Alice in Wonderland, where the cat helpfully points out that “we’re all mad in here” and Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, his commonly quoted passage which is perhaps one of the most inspiring writing I have ever read so I’m going to put in full;

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

Many accuse books of being boring, but the energy present within this passage proves to me anything but. A love to read is an endless search for new stories, characters, ideas and words. Imagining my pile of unread books, or the extensive number of poems and plays I have yet to read fills me with hope and anticipation. I also think that part of the beauty of literature is the desire to talk about it with people, and that is part of why I have started this tumblr. I wanted a place to talk about the books I am interested in, as well a place to post the gems I find on the internet so be prepared for the occasional picture of tasty food, a Wes Anderson reference or anything else that takes my fancy. But mainly books.

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