I would like to suggest that Anne Carson’s Red Doc> is a clock, a clock that takes the measure of its readers and their world by entrancing them with anachronism and myth.
The Electric Cool Aid Vein Rub Test
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Connections that arise not out of the expression of meaning, but from the feeling of not quite being able to fully communicate anything.
The story’s structure, mirroring the novel’s title, presents two narratives leaning toward each other with an inevitable intersection.
City of Angels: Or, the Overcoat of Dr. Freud – Christa Wolf
How does one give an account of oneself when the link to the past is not even available?
Percival Everett by Virgil Russell – Percival Everett
At its best, Everett’s self-reflexive mockery and abrasive humor closely approach the line separating productive ridicule and mere negation, but don’t quite cross it.
Unkown Pleasures: Inside Joy Division – Peter Hook
Music writing can feel so “written,” but Hook’s voice is refreshingly immediate and present.
The Tragedy of Mister Morn – Vladimir Nabokov
Watching it sounds painful.
The Unreal and the Real – Ursula Le Guin
“Naming is a widespread form of magic”
Without the sense that the characters are living in a world that matters — in which there are consequences, futures, pasts — why should the stories themselves matter to their readers?