Status Updates From Remake

So far, this is gonna crack into the top 3 CB-R. Insane prose and originality. Masterpiece quality for sure.

So far, this is gonna crack into the top 3 CB-R for sure. Insane prose and originality. Masterpiece quality for sure.

Sometimes I forget how very special CBR was, and how much I love her writing. But then I read her and am speechless with admiration for her intelligence, her style, her wit and her heart.

Her sentences are simply stunning...and the piece on the death of her mother and aunt was probably some of the best writing of Dying I have ever read. Why did I leave off reading this for so long?

Accidentally left other book at work so started this as my bed-time reading. Good God it is lovely stuff.

A tension always required in any type of narrative to keep involvement and flow, here, is that the book might end. In her dislocations of spelling and word constructions CBR is not flippant with mere word -play. Her altered words get to the center of wit- intelligence and wisdom. These new forms enlighten ideas while expanding and exploring possibilities beyond the spheres of known boundaries.

Alternate title: My Life, A Précis in Shorthand.

“Why do places and events matter, so neutral to others, simply because lived? Alone the old lady would have looked again, inquired, had fantasized about sailing up there into the firm to say hello. But the old lady has entered a time-warp: if seventeen then and sixty-nine now, all those older colleagues would be retired if not dead, the time-span shrunk by memory shift yet expanded by the spendthrift real.”

“Memory is thought of in time, but time is always represented spatially, hands round a clock, decades aligned, and today all the terms for memory are spatial, screening, filing, effacing, storing, labelling, visualizing, doors opening on doors, scope-gates on scape-goats, representing data-structures of the world as if all philosophy and history were not Herodotage, Clio’s clangers, Erato’s errata . . . ”