Lanark: A Life in Four Books
Lanark: A Life in Four Books
Lanark, subtitled A Life in Four Books, is the first novel of Scottish writer Alasdair Gray. Written over a period of almost thirty years, it combines realist and dystopian surrealist depictions of his home city of Glasgow.
"Instead of visiting ten parties since you came here, laying ten women and getting drunk ten times, youve watched thirty days go by. Instead of making life a continual feast you chop it into days and swallow them regularly, like pills."
"Art is the only work open to people who cant get along with others and still want to be special."
"People in Scotland have a queer idea of the arts. They think you can be an artist in your spare time, though nobody expects you to be a spare-time dustman, engineer, lawyer or brain surgeon."
"Remember, Duncan, when most people leave school they have to live by work which cant be liked for its own sake and whose practical application is outside their grasp. Unless they learn to work obediently because theyre told to, and for no other reason, theyll be unfit for human society."
"I paint because I feel cheap and purposeless when I dont." "I envy your purpose." "I envy your self-confidence." "Why?" "It makes you welcome at parties. It lets you kiss the hosts daughter behind the sofa when youre drunk." "That means nothing, Duncan." "Only if you cant do it."
"I bet you felt very special and superior, being punished by God for something he doesnae give a damn for in other folk. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but ye may as well leave God and masturbation out of it and go back to having asthma in the normal way."
"Space is infinite to men without destinations."
"I wish I was a duck on Alexandra Park pond. I could swim, and fly, and walk, and have three wives, and everything I wanted. But Im a man. I have a mind, and three library tickets, and everything I want is impossible."
"War is just a violent way of doing what half the people do calmly in peacetime: using the other half for food, heat, machinery and sexual pleasure. Man is the pie that bakes and eats himself, and the recipe is separation."
"Attention, please note! Attention, please note! The expansion committee announces that after the hundred and eightieth all twittering is to be treated as a sign of hopelessness!"
"A story can always end happily by stopping at a cheerful moment. Of course in nature the only end is death, but death hardly ever happens when people are at their best. That is why we like tragedies. They show men ending energetically with their wits about them and deserving to do it."
