Speaking of Mamdani, here’s his beard prattling about her “art”:
I’m on page 1,900 of Rafael Chirbes’s diaries, and this man, who was one of the greatest artists of the early 21st century, would commit seppuku before referring to his writing as “my art” even in the privacy of his handwritten diary. After receiving a vast number of literary awards, getting translated into other languages, being invited to speak all over the world, and even having a mega popular TV series filmed on the basis of his novel, Chirves died wondering whether anything he had written was even a little bit valuable.
You can’t be an artist without loving, knowing, and understanding the work of the artists who came before you. When you do that, when you surround yourself with great literature, film, music, and paintings, as Chirbes did throughout his life, you begin to realize that an enormous distance separates you from greatness.
Vulgar, stupid people were always in the majority. Mamdani’s beard is not a new phenomenon in her embarrassing pretentiousness. She serves a useful function of illustrating what a completely different universe such people inhabit.
“I started exploring themes of nostalgia.” It’s sad.
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