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Beckett’s Doubles

No doubt about it. There were two of them —Chris Tysh, Molloy: The Flip Side Hear the unbearable voices bloodily erupting out of Mouth, trace the dark and dismal death of Malone, cross the checkerboard landscape of Watt, the desolate … Continue reading

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The Silence of the Work

Blanchot: The writer never knows if the work is done. What he has finished in one book, he begins again or destroys in another. ….although the artist is not capable of ending it, he is nevertheless capable of turning it … Continue reading

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The Writing of the Disaster and Lucky

Where power does not reign—nor initiative, nor the cutting edge of a decision—there, dying is living. There dying is the passivity of life—of life escaped from itself and confounded with the disaster of a time without present which we endure … Continue reading

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Rousselian Cliffhangers and Other Challenges in Michael Brodsky’s ***

*** is a novel by Michael Brodsky published in 1994. The title consists solely of three asterisks, making it virtually unpronounceable and unsearchable on the internet. Rather than pass over the name in silence while reading (interesting that the mind … Continue reading

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Sometimes You’re the Bug

I’ve been singing The Bug while I do my work lately. It started with needing to replace a piece of trim on the carriage house (fancy word for garage). Uncovering one piece of wasted wood revealed another, and then others. … Continue reading

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The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett

Anyone who is as interested in Beckett as I am will have to have a copy of The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett,

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Jerry Lewis as Mockingbird

The Lewis character is always potentially anybody —Chris Fujiwara There is no easy way to shake that schmuck you sleep with at night. No matter how you toss and turn he’s always there. —Jerry Lewis Jerry Lewis, love him or … Continue reading

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