“The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.” -Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Mary Shelley was born on August 30, 1797, in London, England.
She is the Queen of Gothic and Horror Literature.
She married poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in 1816. Two years later, she published her most famous novel, Frankenstein. She wrote several other books, including Valperga (1823), The Last Man (1826), the autobiographical Lodore (1835) and the posthumously published Mathilde. Shelley died of brain cancer on February 1, 1851, in London, England.

"Frankenstein is simultaneously the first science-fiction novel, a Gothic horror, a tragic romance and a parable all sewn into one towering body". -Laurence

for further details:
https://www.biography.com/people/mary-shelley-9481497
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3sQMFGxZTM
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Frankenstein
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20180611-why-frankenstein-is-the-story-that-defined-our-fears

'The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.' -Alberto Giacometti

                                  Rebecca Louise Law, The Flower Garden Display'd, 2014

"Not all those who wander are lost" -J.R.R. Tolkien

Photography © nasone ~ Flickr ~ Annick Reading

Suggestions for Library Visits in Istanbul

➷IBB Atatürk Kitaplığı: http://ataturkkitapligi.ibb.gov.tr/ataturkkitapligi/index.php
➷Beyazıt Devlet Kütüphanesi: http://www.beyazitdevletkutup.gov.tr/
➷Alman Arkeoloji Enstitüsü Kütüphanesi: Gümüşsuyu Mah., İnönü Cad. No:10, Beyoğlu
➷Atatürk Kültür ve Sanat Merkezi Yaşar Kemal Kütüphanesi: http://kutuphane.beylikduzu.bel.tr/yordambt/yordam.php
➷Boğaziçi Üniversitesi Kütüphanesi: http://www.library.boun.edu.tr/kullanim_kosullari.php

“And once more, in the middle of August, I was arrowing through the solitudes of the sky” - Simone de Beauvoir ~ Force of Circumstance

Eve Arnold, Gala Opening, Metropolitan Opera, New York. 1950

                                                          Chet Baker Quartet - Summertime

"The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time" -William Butler Yeats

                                                    Georges Rochegrosse, Le Chevalier aux Fleurs, 1894

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.


by William Butler Yeats

'Art in Nature is rhythmic and has a horror of constraint' - Robert Delaunay

                                                 CLINAMEN 2013 by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot

 for further info: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=522juZn30Dw

“I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter,” -TS Eliot, The Waste Land

                                                        Emil Nolde, Sea with Red Sky