Hipertexto (o cacao mental)

Tengo, contados, 6 libros empezados a día de hoy. Lo que da para una interesante (e ilógica) narrativa intertextual.

'A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of the window, watching strangers eat breakfast' 

Gravity's Rainbow de Thomas Pynchon (11) - Soledad que ta agarra por el estómago ciego y te toca, posesiva.

When lunch time came they had done none of the things they meant to do. They had behaved like wild creatures all morning; shouting from the breezy bluffs, dashing down into the silvery marsh through the dewy cobwebs that glistened on the tall weeds, swishing among the pale tan cattails, wadinto into the sandycreek bed, chasing a striped water snake from the old willow stump where he was sunning himself, cutting sling-shot crotches, throwing themselves on their stomachs to drink at the cool spring that flowed ot from under a bank into a thatch of dark watercress

A Lost Lady de Willa Cather (13) - o una América de ensueño que se pierde.

And these were moments when the accostumed vision of the land alarmed him, and the wild domed hills and darkling woods seemed symbols of some terrible secret in the inner life of that stranger - himself. 

The Grat God Pan and The Hill of Dreams de Arthur Machen (98) - la terrible mancha de la diferencia.

Juzgaba su enfermedad con la misma sagacidad que si se le hubiera inoculado para estudiarla, y se decía que, una vez curado, todos los actos de Odette le serían indiferentes. Y desde el fondo de su mórbido estado, temía, en realidad, tanto como la muerte semejante curación, porque habría sido, en efecto, la muerte de todo lo que él era en ese momento. 

Por el camino de Swan de Marcel Proust (390) - o cómo observar la lenta decadencia de una relación, el lento descenso al desamor.

To resume: The long, typewritten, four-year-old letter that Zooey had checked into the bathtub with, on this Monday morning on November 1955, had obviously been taken out of its envelope and unfolded and refolded on too many private occasions during the four years, so that now it not only had and over-all unappetitlich appearance but was actually torn in several places, mostly along the creases. 

Franny and Zooey de JD Salinger (49) - o cómo ir más allá de la prepotencia de nuestra capacidad intelectual.

A science don, who was standing slapping his belly on the bank, regarded them helpfully. “Now is the time to learn,” he said. “Bring your body up to a horizontal position and relax the muscles. The surface tension will support you.” But they only cried “Help!” more violently, their hats floating desolately in the water beside them. 

The Moving Toyshop de Edmund Crispin (156) - o de cómo un poeta, un profesor de literatura que se las da de detective, un estudiante con una maravillosa mano para las mujeres, una tendera guapa y joven, otro de los profesores del departamento, el equipo entero de remo de Oxford en una persecución por las calles de la ciudad al acecho de un asesino.


Sin remedio (o eso o tengo algún tipo de problema de atención... que tampoco es descartable).