Tag Archives: Heart of Darkness

Cripes, I don’t know. After finishing this I went back to the front of the book to glance through 50 pages of accolades for Conrad by such notables as Hemingway, Trilling, Woolf, Forster. Somehow I think I’ve missed something in … Continue reading →

A nice and neat example here: (…) and, as if by enchantment, streams of human beings–of naked human beings–with spears in their hands, with bows, with shield, with wild glances and savage movements, were poured into the clearing by the … Continue reading →

Conrad surprised me in the middle of Marlow’s stream of dialogue with this scene, in which Marlow has finally reached Kurtz’s station, but instead of being met by Kurtz, is met by a young man dressed in harlequin-patched suit and … Continue reading →

Well, maybe not narrative sequence exactly, but a gap in the flow that sent me back several times to check if pages were stuck together and I’d missed something. Now I often read while watching TV or thinking about something … Continue reading →

Okay, so here’s an image that Conrad presents most eloquently: The sun was low; and leaning forward side by side, they seemed to be tugging painfully uphill their two ridiculous shadows of unequal length, that trailed behind them slowly over … Continue reading →

I’m not sure whether it’s my deep immersion in the flash fiction/short story world by both writing and reading this genre, but I’ve had a very hard time for over a year to stick with and breeze through any novels. … Continue reading →