February 22nd, 2011


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It may be that friendship is nourished on observation and conversation, but love is born from and nourished on silent interpretation... The beloved expresses a possible world unknown to us... that must be deciphered.

Deleuze, Proust and Signs
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7. Atmospheric Disturbances, Rivka Galchen.  Surely there must be other novels about the Capgras delusion, no? If you added to a blender The Crying of Lot 49, Pale Fire and a liberal amount of room-temperature water, you'd arrive at something like this book. What I really like about it: Rivka Galchen's a good-natured writer. We could add her to that short list of good-natured writers nightspore inspired some months back. A real writer who's good-natured is a rare enough thing.

8. All the Names, Jose Saramago. This book took me almost two years to read. That's about 10 pages per month. No good reason for that slow pace other than I kept getting interrupted. Compared to the above #7, it starts the "man on a search for some missing or mysterious woman" story from entirely the opposite end of the chart of possible starting points for the "man on a search for some missing or mysterious woman" story. A very sad book and able to stay sad b/c (SPOILER) the Kafkaesque elements never add up to a Kafka story. It will be interesting to read The Pale King later this year to see how differently a maximalist writer like Wallace handles the details of working in an institution like The Central Registry. Saramago's book is pretty much perfect.

I'm skipping All's Well That End's Well. I can come back to it. Othello's next, so, yeah, I can some back to it.