Wednesday, October 31, 2007

halfway in it

Sarah Vowell is so fucking smart and funny. I wish she lived next door.

This book has no writing in it at all - just pictures. Its beautiful. And it is a great way to convey the confusion that faces a lot of immigrants.

This was a pretty book and it flooded my dreams with east coast island imagery. And this excerpt is stunning:

She was pulling a rope out of the water and knew it was coming to the end when the barnacles started to appear and they became more think and clustered. Then it was strangely peaceful and the sound was turned off. She stood at the bow of a ship. If only she could have stood this way above the water and really breathed and let the waves go by like pages being turned and watched everything more closely and chosen things more carefully then she might have been able to read the spirit within herself and would not have spent her life as if she were only halfway in it.

For a moment she felt an astonishing brilliance and heat and light and all of herself flared up and the vibration after sixty-five years was not weakened by time but more dense then suddenly it was as if the flame had caught the flimsiest piece of paper for it flickered up and flew into the air then quickly sank down withered into a thin cinder of ash which blew off, inconsequential. Her life had not been long enough for her to know the whole of herself, it had not been long enough or wide.

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