Not long ago, I went back and re-reread three of my own favorite books of all time, books that made me into a writer.
Many of the elders whom he also pleases are faithful to him because they feel that they can read, and reread, and re-reread a Dr. Seuss book to a child without imperilling their own mental balance or — by skipping paragraphs or whole pages — impairing their integrity.
Rather than seeing each individual marriage as a cog in a tyrannical industrial machine that manufactures large-scale social docility, we might re-reread Marx to come up with an alternative understanding of how the language of work might relate to the language of love.
I've been reading and rereading and re-rereading these pieces.
Throw in the rereading of the longlists, the re-rereading of the shortlists and the reviewing I've done on the side and the whole thing adds up to a number which makes my eyes ache, just thinking about it.
Upon re-rereading Larry Kramer's incendiary article entitled 1,112 and Counting, it is astonishing to see how prescient and justifiably angry he was back when his piece was first published in March 1983 in the New York Native.
I've also got that appendix scar and, wait, upon re-rereading I realize I've missed the golden ticket: he loves "forced sex" thereby negating all previously mentioned physical preferences and also possibly assisting me in the enactment of many of my deep-seated rape/torture fantasies... I'm in!
Within this process of re-rereading, the codes were refined, reduced, and related to each other.
His stories, like the restless dead that haunt them, keep returning to us: re-adapted, reread, freshly frightening for each new era.
A critic turns her scrutiny to the minute but vertiginous "re-" of "rereading": each time she cracks a dusty cover, her young self, long dormant, emerges from within.
It demands that its audience wrestle with it, argue with it, reread and re-examine it.
