William Boyd’s masterful new novel tells, in a series of intimate journals, the story of Logan Mountstuart—writer, lover, art dealer, spy—as he makes his often precarious way through the twentieth century.
“Because it seems to me that to be human you have to compromise.”Logan Mountstuart
“That's all your life amounts to in the end: the aggregate of all the good luck and the bad luck you experience. Everything is explained by that simple formula. Tot it up - look at the respective piles. There's nothing you can do about it: nobody shares it out, allocates it to this one or that, it just happens. We must quietly suffer the laws of man's condition, as Montaigne says.”Logan Mountstuart
That’s all your life amounts to in the end: the aggregate of all the good luck and the bad luck you experience. Everything is explained by that simple formula. Tot it up—look at the respective piles. There’s nothing you can do about it: nobody shares it out, allocates it to this one or that, it just happens. We must quietly suffer the laws of man’s condition, as Montaigne says.Highlighted by 45 Kindle customers
We keep a journal to entrap that collection of selves that forms us, the individual human being.Highlighted by 41 Kindle customers
Every life is both ordinary and extraordinary—it is the respective proportions of those two categories that make that life appear interesting or humdrum.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
Shelley was so right: atheism is an absolute necessity in this world of ours. If we are to survive as individuals we can rely only on those resources provided by our human spirit—appeals to a deity or deities are only a form of pretence. We might as well howl at the moon.Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
Isn’t this how life turns out, more often than not? It refuses to conform to your needs—the narrative needs that you feel are essential to give rough shape to your time on this earth.Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
The view ahead is empty and void: only the view backward shows you how utterly random and chance-driven these vital connections are.Highlighted by 30 Kindle customers
Maybe this is the answer—maybe this is how to find true contentment—to live your life within confined horizons. To set modest goals, achievable ambitions. Not all of us can manage it, alas.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
It’s true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We’re all busy people, we can’t spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
Why am I lying so much? To Mother, to Lucy, to Vanderpoel, to Ben . . . Is this normal, I wonder? Does everybody do it as much as me? Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we’ve told? (“Lives”—the “v” is silent.) Is it possible to live reasonably without lying? Do lies form the natural foundation of all human relationships, the thread that stitches our individual selves together?Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
The awful boredom of uncritical faith. All great artists are doubters.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
Preamble to these Journals
The School Journal
The Oxford Journal
The First London Journal
The Second World War Journal
The Post-War Journal
The New York Journal
The African Journal
The Second London Journal
The French Journal
Afterword
We’re hiding the errata, books that influenced this book, books influenced by this book, books that cite this book and books cited by this book sections. If you would like to add content to them, you must first make them visible.