Getting There

You have no incentive to believe me, but as per my recent resolution to work on memorization here’s where I am so far with the Cheever passage. From memory:

We admire decency and we despise death, but even the mountains seem to shift in the space of a night, and perhaps the exhibitionist at the corner of Chestnut and Elm streets is more significant than the lovely woman with a bar of sunlight in her hair, putting a fresh piece of cuttlebone in the nightingale’s cage. Just let me give you one example of chaos and if you disbelieve me look honestly into your own past and see if you can’t find a comparable experience…

I originally misspelled “nightingale” but otherwise: got it. Eighty-five words down, one hundred ninety-six to go.

Recent Book Roundup

I. Phillip Pullman’s The Amber Spyglass
First, the significance of the titular object in this book is unclear, compared to the total mind-blowing weight of the Golden Compass and the Subtle Knife in the first two books. So this object enables the woman who is meant, in theory, to be the serpent of this revisionistic Eden to see Dust? Does she ever actually do anything with it, though? The one thing this book has going for it is its perfect example of what an anticlimax is: the death of The Authority, a.k.a God. Do, do, do read the first two books of this trilogy, but try yer hardest not to read book three. It’s a let-down.
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