Ian's post brought to mind this passage from Citkowitz's story "The Clearance," which is my favorite in the book: In his post last week, Ian discussed the significance of objects (specifically furniture) in Evgenia Citkowitz's "The Bachelor's Table" and John Cheever's "The Lowboy".
Ian's post brought to mind this passage from Citkowitz's story "The Clearance," which is my favorite in the book: There was an absorbing mystery attached to an object: stripped of context, with its history forgotten, all that was left was the thing itself, it became pure again — pure as when it had been made.
Ian's post brought to mind this passage from Citkowitz's story "The Clearance," which is my favorite in the book: > There was an absorbing mystery attached to an object: stripped of context, with its history forgotten, all that was left was the thing itself, it became pure again — pure as when it had been made.
It's a pure moment that calls to mind the more meditative and beautiful passages of Cliff Martinez's recent scores for Drive and Neon Demon, as well as the sense of yearning that runs through many of the proudly retrofuturist composers popular today like S U R V I V E's fellow Austin synth slinger Xander Harris and Los Angeles' horror aficionado Umberto.
Other influences crept in too: a rich, double-stopped solo passage in the first movement hinted at Bruch, and other passages brought to mind the Barber concerto, one of Mr. McDuffie's specialties.
This passage called to mind "The Reader in Exile," a Books piece that Franzen wrote for The New Yorker in 1995.
There are any number of passages that call to mind "The Left Hand of Darkness," including this one, which could have been written by Genly Ai: The life we had led at home, though in its own way strenuous, had not fitted any of us for the kind of strain met with in sledge-hauling at ten or twenty degrees below freezing.
If you're sick, you'll probably get better (this is why so many quack cold remedies "work" – they take your mind off the passage of time while you wait for regression to the mean to assert itself).
Daydreams keep minds occupied on them, but beware the passage of time...time flies when you're having a daydream.
But it was also a stark reminder of how bewildering, how mind-altering the passage of time is.
