It’s 3:33, we are all connected, the Riso-Hudson Enneagram Type Indicator closes on the table, Cervantes wept over his unproduced plays, the divine was unraveled within the algorithm, a consciousness is kept alive within the text, yet cracks open nonetheless, we pour ourselves in without disguise, Jonathan Coe wrote something, Lucy Ellmann wrote something else, a man claps wildly with a beer in This Is 40, we say things like, “Think Positive,” and “The Best Way to Predict the Future is to Create it…,” we think “memoir,” we think “mental illness,” we think, “spirituality,” but today was February 25, 2020, and Vivaldi’s Nisi Dominus – Cum Dederit plays through the final pages of the book, as it also plays through the opening passage of this review, as it also played through the solemn, yet almost imperceptible movement of the air in and around the cemetery, as snow was falling in Western New York in February of 2019, then again in 2020 when the synchronicity began, as it has yet again now begun, it took shape in the form of a sentence that would run-on through the hardest year of our lives and then end on page 333, arising once more for the reader, lovingly, in the attempt to heal us all.
This Book Is The Longest Sentence Ever Written Then Published…By Dave Cowen is a brilliant, experimental, stream of consciousness, Joycean meta-narrative that explores the struggle to navigate the colossal information system of modernity all the while attempting to map the extraordinary foot-print that the weight of both trauma and loss may place upon the sometimes uncertain trajectory of our lives.
Carl Jung, who coined the term, defined synchronicity as an “acausal connecting togetherness principle, acausal parallelism, or meaningful coincidence of two or more events where something other than the probability of chance is involved.” In the case of Cowen’s stunning novel, there is something far more inspiring at work than mere chance, instead there is a profoundly illuminated metaparadigmatic synchronicity at work which results in the rare alchemical convergence of grief and art, which yields for the curious, even advantageous reader, an experience that will be unparalleled.
We all have the golden scarab jewelry of our dreams transform into flying scarab beetles that signify, whether they arrive from the biological arousal of some grand symphony of a well-organized Darwinian neural group selection, or from the collected debris of some grand cosmological quantum collapse, or from the cognitive pyrotechnics behind the almost epiphenomenal mysticism that occurs within the human mind when small black, coded symbols on a page transform, by way of Broca’s arabesques into something so meaningful that it achieves, as Cowen’s book does, what all great literature does, it helps share in that feeling of what it means to be alive, even when we face our grand confrontation with entropy, trauma, loss, and pain, we learn and are reminded that new meaning and beauty may still emerge in the world.
Not unlike Yale University’s Benjamin L. Hess who argues in his article “Lightning Strikes as a Major Facilitator of Prebiotic Phosphorous Production on Earth,” that lightning strikes connecting with the Earth 3.5 billion years ago could be a primary cause for providing some essential building blocks for life on Earth, This Book Is The Longest Sentence Ever Written Then Published, is also a highly ionized, positively charged Cloud to Ground (CG) lightning strike of consciousness that boldly brings life to the page in that rare way that only a great book can mirror that profoundly seductive allure of experiencing the thinking mind in motion.
Dave Cowen, in his book, shows for readers that behind the deconstruction of the sometimes maximalist verbosity of our obsession with the grand deluge of our eloquently arranged language structures exists a raw, primal, vulnerable, still ready to evolve human energy that strives to communicate our fundamental human need to not only deeply feel but also understand both the humility and the truth in our lives that emerges around the themes of loss, pain, family, art, literature, music, culture, identity, hope, as well as our dreams which we use to somehow shield ourselves from the often times impossible feeling we face when attempting to navigate the complexity of our lives.
I hope that this book finds the wide-reaching readership that it deserves.
Dave, rest easy knowing that Richard Brian Cowen would be proud of you today.
Phillip Freedenberg
Author of America and the Cult of the Cactus Boots: A Diagnostic
January 2022
Buffalo, NY