Mark Calkins writes, in the wonderful resource tempsperdu.com: "In Philosophy as Fiction: Self, Deception, and Knowledge in Proust, Joshua Landy presents a chronology based on a very close reading of the text that, while it does not give dates, ingeniously indicates that the Narrator has begun writing a novel about Swann and Odette long before his fall on the uneven paving-stones. In fact, Landy's introductory chapter convincingly shows that the Narrator is writing (or will write) three separate texts: a memoir, a fictionalized autobiography, and a novel."
In the early 1960s we pretended that we believed that it was possible that Ernest Hemingway had died by gun accident. We pretended that we believed that it was possible that Sonny Liston had been, in Lewiston, actually knocked to the canvas.
It came as an enormous relief when I realized the full import of Proust's revelation that memory is a process, not a kind of log.
Recently I read and reread Nick Tosches' The Devil and Sonny Liston. The book manufactures courage where there had been none.
Tosches: indifferent to the heart of darkness: (The Last Opium Den.)
In lucid dreaming, the roads go up and down, around lakes and ravines, in memoir and in fictionalized autobiography and as in a novel.
Life and print in New Jersey
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[*Zippy*, December 22, 2024. Click for a larger view.]
In today’s *Zippy*, Zippy is on the edge, the edge of a ledge, having
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