About Michael Jones

I'm a technical support specialist for a small Bio-Medical manufacturer and of course an avid reader. I also write short stories and a blog. Some of my favorite writers are: Philip Roth, John Irving, Faulkner, Nabokov, T.C. Boyle, Dickens, Joyce Carol Oates, Jonathan Lethem, Flann O'Brien, Samuel Beckett and many more.

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  • Michael shared from Darkness at Noon: A Novel by Arthur Koestler
    drowned in the windings of her course. Her course had many twists and windings; such was the law of her being. And whosoever could not follow her crooked course was washed on to the bank, for such was her law. The motives of the individual did not matter to her. His conscience did not matter to her, neither did she care what went on in his head and his heart. The Party knew only one crime: to swerve from the course laid out; and only one punishment: death. Death was no mystery in the movement; there was nothing exalted about it: it was the logical solution to political divergences.
    Note: Brutal truth of good intentions gone horribly wrong.
  • Michael shared from The Fortune of the Rougons (Les Rougon-Macquart Book 1) by Émile Zola
    It frequently happens that guns go off of their own accord when they are in the hands of cowards.
    Note: from The Fortune of the Rougons by Emile Zola (1871).
  • Michael shared from 1Q84 (Vintage International) by Haruki Murakami
    Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or, then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you lose them you can never get them...
    Note: Finished 1Q84 last night. Here's a quote from the creepy likable Javert-like Ushikawa.
  • Michael shared from The Plague by Albert Camus, EbookEden.com
    What still had meaning for Camus is that despite humans being subjects in an indifferent and “absurd” universe, in which meaning is challenged by the fact that we all die, meaning can be created, however provisionally and unstably, by our own decisions and interpretations.
    Note: I agree with Camus on thisx point.
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Michael Jones