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reading Transparent Things has been a new challenge, and certainly a change in pace. This comes to me though, in the form of delight. I -and reading other blogs apparently the rest of the class- seem to really dig this new book. It brings to light an whole new voice in Nabokov's catalog. I tried to write about a couple common place moments in my last blog and i found it is almost inexplicable when talking about just why it is i like this style. becuase it doesn't really flow like what we've seen before. I think kyle mentioned that it remined him of Schenectady NY which was a wicked weird movie but still i enjoyed it to. I guess the layering both in the movie but more importantly in the book is really what set it appart. I'm still trying to grasp the reasoning behind a lot of it and maybe it's almost written, or at least some of it in a semi-dream conciousness.
like, as emily (or was it zach?) refered to in her blog, the scene with the pencil, asking: how could they know this history behind the pencil? and i was thinking the same thing,
until it dawned on me -this dawn- when i was in and out of some of the worst sleep i've ever had, that if you can remain semi-concious of your thoughts when you fall into sleep you mind sort of acts out the way that this pencil seen would. you pop into your head an object...desk...skiing...a pirates or whatever, and then your mind starts to create this story and it deepens and widens until you drift off. For me however, i could not drift off, instead once i reached that event horizon, i would snap awake-pissed off, but aware of the maze my mind had wandered, i could trace my steps backward to the initial thought, everything else was fabricated, not false necessarily for i feel the mind acts in determined steps, but i guess i was attune to the transparency of the initial, seeing through it, entering a new place...a realm, maybe its the realm where ghost like to hang out, i dont really know. maybe i'm just still really tired still.
but that's what i was thinking about anyway.