Awkward by Mary Cappello
Nov. 12th, 2007 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susanstinsonI'm reviewing a brilliant book of lyric essays: Awkward: a detour, by Mary Cappello. This is how it starts:
One day I read in order to know things, another day, to know the truth. I read to be aided in my lust -- to be seduced to feel, to be lured out. I read not to be alone. I want for my day to be split open by a tidal wave of strange imaginings when I read, for something, anything, to break through. A book gains a place on my shelf for the way it forces me to remember. A sentence becomes locked in my heart for the way it helps me to forget. I admit to enjoying that "good feeling" of being in the midst of something higher and better when I read, but lately I long for a literature that can throw a wrench into the works.
She's got a bunch of charming videos on YouTube here. I liked the Awkward challenge...
One day I read in order to know things, another day, to know the truth. I read to be aided in my lust -- to be seduced to feel, to be lured out. I read not to be alone. I want for my day to be split open by a tidal wave of strange imaginings when I read, for something, anything, to break through. A book gains a place on my shelf for the way it forces me to remember. A sentence becomes locked in my heart for the way it helps me to forget. I admit to enjoying that "good feeling" of being in the midst of something higher and better when I read, but lately I long for a literature that can throw a wrench into the works.
She's got a bunch of charming videos on YouTube here. I liked the Awkward challenge...