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How could ontology take hold of a fart? It can always get its hands on what stays in the shitcan, never on the air biscuits released by roses.

I enjoyed The Old Adam but it was clunky in places.

Loved it initially but it is beginning to stretch. Despite the links to The Passenger this year s a dialogue, one akin to Cormac’s Sunset Limited, all Freud meets CS Lewis and shit

Despite the required effort this is a blissful text.

I certainly loved A Modern Lover. In my bleary optimism I’d like this to be a year for Lawrence.

By design this is invigorating and unsettling.

It is my goal to finish this before the ball drops.

Filiation is still denounced, it is always betrayed by what remarks it.

I adore this towering Jamesian endeavor but it is doubtful I’ll finish it over these holidays.

Hanging on, but obvious competition has strolled into view.

The hermeneutical chatter of the masses

It can easily happen if you let it. Stare intently enough at stasis and the overriding suggestion is death.

This is dazzling despite my less than noble posture for addressing the demands of the day.

Gee, Jon, do you really handle siblings being in town for the holidays by diving into TWO hefty novels?

But of course

I have laughed.

Decent chance I’ll finish this today.

Despite the busy day ahead, I’ll finish this.

I certainly feel for the man.

The letter Gaddis wrote to Oppenheimer moved me unexpectedly. Damn

I wouldn’t have guessed The Master could have such a light touch: there are all the laughs of the Pickwick here.

Easily amongst the best collections of letters I’ve had the fortune to encounter. Gaddis in Paris should have provided a shelf of secondary literature by now.

Certainly enjoying these. Washed out of Harvard he’s in the East Village perhaps pondering authenticity and evangelical forgery.

Uneven, perhaps to the point of maudlin but yet I proceed.

I should finish this in the morning.

I placed my email on my profile in anticipation of the impending DM freeze. It feels weird even announcing that. I'll probably keep it on there for a weeks.

This Alevtina section is easily my favorite of the series.

I’m certainly enjoying this detour, this variant.

There’s finally a second POV after 400 pages and after nearly 1100 pages the series shifts to Russia. Knausgård has considerable faith in his readers.

Such a disparate experience!

The addition of Dostoevsky has enhanced my interest.