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My Lymphoma Year: A Memoir and a Guide by Joel Wapnick, Reviewed by James Victor Jordan
I give it Five Stars! Heartfelt for all, Essential for some.
Author Joel WapnickSeveral years ago, I read and then wrote a short review of Professor Joel Wapnick’s thrilling, evocative debut novel, The View North from Liberal Cemetery. For months after I’d finished that excellent superbly written book, I continued to think about it and frequently mentioned it and highly recommended it
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“From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part II, chapter 1, "Andrew."
From Part II Chapter 1, “Andrew”
Gravity plunged the stars into another violent implosion that warped, wrenched, and twisted spacetime so that it folded back upon itself, forming a whirling, tumbling black hole that was masked by a cloak of invisibility to those in ordinary reality, but not to Betty Mae, witnessing the cataclysm with absolute delight in hidden reality.”
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From Part II Chapter 1, “Andrew”
Gravity plunged the stars into another violent implosion that warped, wrenched, and twisted spacetime so that it folded back upon itself, forming a whirling, tumbling black hole that was masked by a cloak of invisibility to those in ordinary reality, but not to Betty Mae, witnessing the cataclysm with absolute delight in hidden reality.”
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“I slumped in my seat, pierced by sunlight magnified by the windshield glass. What was I fighting? Everything. I was fighting where I was, who I was, where I was going. I’ll be here now, I thought. I’ll be here, not moving, going nowhere in gridlock on the Santa Monica Freeway. My heartbeat slowed, my muscles relaxed, and my mind, which had been working hard to be elsewhere, focused on where I was, alongside accumulated debris piled against the concrete barrier: a pair of torn trousers, a doll without a head, and a single sneaker that had lost its laces. The shoe had been run over until it was tire-black.
I got out of the Jeep and picked up the shoe. It was just a running shoe, but I held it tenderly, examining it in one hand and then turning it over to examine it in the other. I felt every wound as car after car had run over it, crushing its beauty, rending it into a vague semblance of charcoal canvas.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
I got out of the Jeep and picked up the shoe. It was just a running shoe, but I held it tenderly, examining it in one hand and then turning it over to examine it in the other. I felt every wound as car after car had run over it, crushing its beauty, rending it into a vague semblance of charcoal canvas.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
“The Speed of Life From Part III Georges Chapter 1, “Twentieth Century Fox”
Maybe I misunderstood the vows we made at the altar. Maybe what we’d promised was ’til half-death do us part. Maybe we’d been incarcerated by marriage. Maybe Bea’s jailbreak would trigger mine.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
Maybe I misunderstood the vows we made at the altar. Maybe what we’d promised was ’til half-death do us part. Maybe we’d been incarcerated by marriage. Maybe Bea’s jailbreak would trigger mine.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
“From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part III, Chapter "Running on empty."
I put the Jeep in park and felt that odd sensation that comes over me when stuck in traffic. Instead of speeding along on its way to wherever it needs to be, my body – the heart pumping blood, the muscles in my shoulders contracting, the side of my head throbbing – sits there: a time-bomb of expectation. I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wasn’t where I was. I was nowhere.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
I put the Jeep in park and felt that odd sensation that comes over me when stuck in traffic. Instead of speeding along on its way to wherever it needs to be, my body – the heart pumping blood, the muscles in my shoulders contracting, the side of my head throbbing – sits there: a time-bomb of expectation. I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wasn’t where I was. I was nowhere.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
“From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part II, chapter 1, "Andrew."
From Part II Chapter 1, “Andrew”
Gravity plunged the stars into another violent implosion that warped, wrenched, and twisted spacetime so that it folded back upon itself, forming a whirling, tumbling black hole that was masked by a cloak of invisibility to those in ordinary reality, but not to Betty Mae, witnessing the cataclysm with absolute delight in hidden reality.”
―
From Part II Chapter 1, “Andrew”
Gravity plunged the stars into another violent implosion that warped, wrenched, and twisted spacetime so that it folded back upon itself, forming a whirling, tumbling black hole that was masked by a cloak of invisibility to those in ordinary reality, but not to Betty Mae, witnessing the cataclysm with absolute delight in hidden reality.”
―
“The Speed of Life From Part III Georges Chapter 1, “Twentieth Century Fox”
Maybe I misunderstood the vows we made at the altar. Maybe what we’d promised was ’til half-death do us part. Maybe we’d been incarcerated by marriage. Maybe Bea’s jailbreak would trigger mine.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
Maybe I misunderstood the vows we made at the altar. Maybe what we’d promised was ’til half-death do us part. Maybe we’d been incarcerated by marriage. Maybe Bea’s jailbreak would trigger mine.”
― The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel
“From chapter three of THE GREAT GATSBY by Scott Fitzgerald: “By seven o’clock the orchestra has arrived . . . the bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter . . . The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. . . . already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable . . . excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.
“Suddenly one of these gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvass platform. . . . There is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray’s understudy from the Follies. The party has begun.”
― The Great Gatsby
“Suddenly one of these gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvass platform. . . . There is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray’s understudy from the Follies. The party has begun.”
― The Great Gatsby
“These quotes are by the great American author Frances Lebowitz:
Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
You're only as good as your last haircut.
In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.”
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Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
You're only as good as your last haircut.
In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.”
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