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... through the magic of dull and faulty prose, the contributors to "The Cambridge History of the American Novel" have been able to make these presumably worldly subjects seem parochial in the extreme—of concern only to one another, which is certainly one derogatory definition of the academic...
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[A good read. I look at this question from the research perspective that I am 'embroiled' in, rather more like being 'entwined' by' a tornado. My perspective is not a linear one. In math terms it is more like a derivative---or worse. I have 'labelled' it: the "Captivity of the Dimensions of Alienation" and that is a 'fine phrase' fraught with monstrous tentacles. The whole encompasses more than American Lit.....Javier Marías in his important work, Your Face Tomorrow: Shadow, and Farewell, comes close to it...or...
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[A good read. I look at this question from the research perspective that I am 'embroiled' in, rather more like being 'entwined' by' a tornado. My perspective is not a linear one. In math terms it is more like a derivative---or worse. I have 'labelled' it: the "Captivity of the Dimensions of Alienation" and that is a 'fine phrase' fraught with monstrous tentacles. The whole encompasses more than American Lit.....Javier Marías in his important work, Your Face Tomorrow: Shadow, and Farewell, comes close to it...or...
Post-Borges Argentine literature has become, Bolaño claims, “the literature of doom,” a “literary nightmare, literary suicide, a literary dead end.” That sounds worse than he means – better literary nightmares than real ones.[ h/t Wuthering Expectations' blog]..
...but there are still some out there...Walker Percy, Yvor Winters...to name just a few...There are others]
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As it is, I am not exactly released from the tornado to record the findings yet...in case anyone is really interested in the answer(s). A wondrous hint: I am 'transported' and 'eased' by the Buskers' Flamenco guitars.
Addendum: I had the same experience in the cathedral in El Paso,Texas when after returning from the altar the people spontaneously broke out in song...a lavare...to be exact...The women clapped their hands in the same way they made tortillas... Before that joyous song broke out, I preferred not to return to the icy chill of the place which was stultifying. In their joy they flew off somewhere and left us behind.
Addendum: I had the same experience in the cathedral in El Paso,Texas when after returning from the altar the people spontaneously broke out in song...a lavare...to be exact...The women clapped their hands in the same way they made tortillas... Before that joyous song broke out, I preferred not to return to the icy chill of the place which was stultifying. In their joy they flew off somewhere and left us behind.
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