2019, livros

What is not yours is not yours (Helen Oyeyemi)
You looked at me, and this is how I saw you, when first I saw you: I saw your eyes like flint arrows, and your chin set against the world, and I saw the curve of your lips, which is so beautiful that it's almost illusory-your eyes freeze a person, but then the flickering flame of your mouth becons.

Não se pode morar nos olhos de um gato (Ana Margarida de Carvalho)
Há lá morte mais bonita e diluída, olhai o lirismo do momento, as vossas células a acolherem a água, anfitriões do mar, de regresso ao estado líquido do ventre da mãe, até se fundirem todos os cuspos e as correntes sanguíneas e as do mar seguirem no mesmo rumo e até um dia calcetarem os fundos dos mares com vossos polidos e anónimos ossos...

Girl, woman, other (Bernardine Evaristo)
her favorite poetry book is a book called I is a Long Memoried Woman by a Guyanese lady called Grace Nichols
we the women/whose praises go unsung/whose voices go unheard
she and the reading group had a big argument, no, it wasn't no argument, it was a debate, the other day, about whether a poem was good because they related to it, or whether it was good in and of itself
Bernardette said it was up to the literature specialists to decide what was good, they only knew whether they liked something or not
Winsome agreed, she wasn't no expert
Celestine said poetry was made deliberately difficult so that only a few clever people could understand it as a way to keep everyone else in the dark

A manual for cleaning women (Lucia Berlin)
Kentshereve could read. His name was Kent Shreve, but when he told me I thought it was his first name and that first night said it over and over, sang it over and over to myself as I have done with Jeremys and Christophers ever since. Kentshereve Kentshereve. He could even read the Wanted posters at the post office. He said that when we grew up he’d probably read a poster about me. Of course I’d be using an alias but he would know it was me because it would say large mole on ball of left foot, blaze on right knee, mole in the crack of the ass. Maybe somebody will read this who was once my lover.

In the dream house (Carmen Maria Machado)
You can't come, can't look her in the eye, can't bring yourself to go to one more bar. Your back starts to hurt, and your feet, and a doctor says to you, direly, that you need to lose weight. You bawl your eyes out and miss the punch line entirely: the weight you need to lose is 105 pounds and blonde and sitting in the waiting room with an annoyed expression on her face.


Menção honrosíssima para The testaments (deusa Margaret Atwood), Calibã e a bruxa (Silvia Frederici), Los peligros de fumar en la cama (Mariana Enriquez), Dear life (Alice Munro) e Sabrina (Nick Drnaso).

[todos de 2019 aqui]


2019, filmes

Bacurau (2019)

Você quer viver... ou você quer morrer?

Midsommar (2019)

The Queen must ride alone.

Parasite (2019)

They are rich but still nice.
They are nice because they are rich.

The favourite (2018)

As it turns out, I'm capable of much unpleasantness.

Isle of dogs (2018)

I bite.


2018, filmes


Life. So long.

call me by your name

Oliver. I remember everything.

a girl walks home alone at night

I'm bad.


Neither of us is drunk enough for this conversation. OK?


Then, as a psychologist, I think you're confusing suicide with self-destruction. Almost none of us commit suicide, and almost all of us self-destruct.


2018, livros

A filha perdida, Elena Ferrante
Que bobagem pensar que é possível falar de si mesmo aos filhos antes que eles tenham pelo menos cinquenta anos. Querer ser vista por eles como uma pessoa e não como uma função. Dizer: sou sua história, vocês começam comigo, escutem, pode ser útil.

The unreal and the real, Ursula K. LeGuin
When it put me into the baby maze yesterday, I could not move. The power of speech was all but gone (I am dancing this, of course, in my mind; “the best maze is the mind,” the old proverb goes) and I simply crouched there, silent. After a while it took me out again, gently enough. There is the ultimate perversity of its behavior it has never once touched me cruelly.
It set me down in the prison, locked the gate, and filled up the trough with inedible food. Then it stood two-legged, looking at me for a while.
Its face is very mobile, but if it speaks with its face I cannot understand it, that is too foreign a language.

My favorite thing is monsters, Emil Ferris

Ensaio sobre a lucidez, José Saramago
Entretanto, andaremos para aqui às apalpadelas, às cegas, queixou-se o presidente. O silêncio foi daqueles que embotariam o gume da mais afiada das facas. Sim, às cegas, repetiu sem se aperceber do constrangimento geral. Do fundo da sala, ouviu-se a voz tranquila do ministro da cultura, Tal como há quatro anos.

How to be both, Ali Smith
[...] this place is full of people who have eyes and choose to see nothing, who all talk into their hands as they peripatate and all carry these votives, some the size of a hand, some the size of a face or a whole head, dedicated to saints perhaps or holy folk, and they look or talk to or pray to these tablets or icons all the while by holding them next to their heads or stroking them with fingers and staring only at them, signifying they must be heavy in their despairs to be so consistently looking away from their world and so devoted to their icons.

Menção honrosa para Her body and other parties, Carmen Maria Machado; The power, Naomi Alderman; As coisas que perdemos no fogo, Mariana Enriquez e House of leaves, Mark Z. Danielewsky.

[os outros estão aqui.]


2017, filmes

captain fantastic

You would prefer to celebrate a magical fictitious elf, instead of a living humanitarian who's done so much to promote human rights and understanding?

la la land

♪ and when they let you down, you'll get up off the ground,
'cause morning rolls around and it's another day of sun ♫

the handmaiden

You have a week of freedom. But you must remember the thing in the cellar.

nocturnal animals

Do you ever feel like your life has turned into something you never intended?

the lobster

When we turn our heads to the left it means 'I love you more than anything in the world' and when we turn our heads to the right it means 'Watch out, we're in danger'.

[outros filmes com menção honrosa: kedi, ghostbusters, loving vincent]


2017, livros

A amiga genial, Elena Ferrante
O que era a plebe eu soube naquele momento, e com muito mais clareza do que quando, anos antes, Oliveiro me fizera aquela pergunta. A plebe éramos nós. A plebe era aquela disputa por comida misturada a vinho, aquela briga por quem era servido antes e melhor, aquele pavimento imundo sobre o qual os garços iam e vinham, aqueles brindes cada vez mais vulgares.

Cat's eye, Margaret Atwood
Apart from all this, I do of course have a real life. I sometimes have trouble believing in it, because it doesn't seem like the kind of life I could ever get away with, or deserve. This goes along with another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

Nutshell, Ian McEwan
To be bound in a nutshell, see the world in two inches of ivory, in a grain of sand. Why not, when all of literature, all of art, of human endeavour, is just a speck in the universe of possible things.

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer
The map had been the first form of misdirection, for what is a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible

A câmara sangrenta e outras histórias, Angela Carter
E a cada vez que passava a língua ele arrancava, camada após camada de pele, todas as peles de uma vida no mundo, e deixava no lugar uma pátina nascente de pelos brilhantes. Meus brincos se transformaram novamente em água e escorreram pelos meus ombros; sacudi as gotas de cima da minha pelagem tão bonita.

[os outros estão aqui.]


2016, filmes

Macbeth (2015)

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

Relatos salvages (2014)

¿Dónde está la violencia?
¿Dónde la ve?

Ex Machina (2015)

I'm interested to see what you'll choose.

The Witch (2015)

Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

Ixcanul (2015)

- Si tú lo hiciste entonces, puedo hacerlo yo también.
- No te creas todo lo que decimos.

Arrival (2016)

Language is the first weapon drawn in a conflict.


2016, livros

Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
Why? Because of this:—one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. Yes, the devil shall take the hindmost until the foremost is the hindmost. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul. For the human species, selfishness is extinction.

Is this the doom written within our nature?

If we believe that humanity may transcend tooth & claw, if we believe divers races & creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share their candlenut tree, if we believe that leaders must be just, violence muzzled, power accountable & the riches of the Earth & its Oceans shared equitably, such a world will come to pass. I am not deceived. It is the hardest of worlds to make real.


Maus - Art Spiegelman


Great House - Nicole Krauss
YOUR HONOR, for as long as I can remember I set myself apart. Or rather I believed that I had been set apart from others, chosen out. I won’t waste your time with the injuries of my childhood, with my loneliness, or the fear and sadness of the years I spent inside the bitter capsule of my parents’ marriage, under the reign of my father’s rage, after all, who isn’t a survivor from the wreck of childhood? I have no desire to describe mine; I only want to say that in order to survive that dark and often terrifying passage of my life I came to believe certain things about myself. I didn’t grant myself magical powers or believe myself to be under the watch of some beneficent force—it was nothing so tangible as that—nor did I ever lose sight of the immutable reality of my situation. I simply came to believe that one, the factual circumstances of my life were almost accidental and didn’t grow out of my own soul, and two, I possessed something unique, a special strength and a depth of feeling that would allow me to withstand the hurt and injustice without being broken by it.


Here I Am - Jonathan Safran Foer
I was wrong about almost everything. But I was right about the speed of the losing. Some of the moments were interminably long—the first cruel night of sleep training; cruelly (it felt) peeling him off a leg on the first day of school; pinning him down while the doctor who wasn’t stitching his hand back together told me, “This is not a time to be his friend”—but the years passed so quickly I had to search videos and photo albums for proof of our shared life. It happened. It must have. We did all that living. And yet it required evidence, or belief.


S. - Doug Dorst & JJ Abrams

Menção honrosa: The Bees - Laline Paull, City on Fire - Garth Hallberg, The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins, Satin Island - Tom McCarthy.


2016, séries


Uploaded to the cloud, sounds like heaven.

Les Revenants
Hier soir, j’ai cru que Simon revenait. C’était très réel. Il m’a parlé. Il criait, même. Ça faisait des années que ça m’était pas arrivé.

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency
- What doesn't kill you, you know, usually makes you...
- Makes you hurt real bad and makes you cry?

The Fall
- I live at a level of intensity unknown to you and others of your type. You will never know the almost God-like power that I feel when that last bit of breath leaves a body. That feeling of complete possession.
- Yes, you felt empowered. Invincible even. But you're under arrest. Maybe you did possess your victims, but you couldn't keep them, and now they're gone and you're alone.

Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty.


Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!