I remember / je me souviens
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For those limbic bursts of nostalgia, invented by Proust, miniaturized by Nicholson Baker, and freeze-dried by Joe Brainard in his I remember and by Georges Perec in his Je me souviens.

But there are no fractions, the world is an integer
Like us, and like us it can neither stand wholly apart nor disappear.
When one is young it seems like a very strange and safe place,
But now that I have changed it feels merely odd, cold
And full of interest.
          --John Ashbery, "A Wave"

Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason


Monday, February 25, 2002
I remember continuous showing. You went to the movies without checking the schedule, and watched till you got to the place where you came in ("this is where I came in"). If you went to a double-feature, you saw one movie sequentially, the other not. It didn't matter though, and movies were on the whole shot so that they could be seen starting at any moment: the revelations were just as effective at the beginning once you'd seen the end. I saw Dr. No and From Russia with Love as a double feature -- I think at the Symphony on 96th street. Watching From Russia with Love recently, I realized that I'd always misremembered its shape: I thought Bond killed Grant in self-defense early on. But I now realize that I thought the garrote in the watch got explained after Grant tries to use it on Bond, and not before. (The opening scene is in a way all the better if Bond's apparent death comes after the apparent happy ending. And with that 60's monkeying with the credits -- the action starts before the credits come on -- you wouldn't know where you were in the movie. Even if you came in on time, you might think you were at the climax: and then Bond dies! This pre-credit sequence is a trademark of the movies now, but was more effective then, during continuous showing.)

I remember using a trick that Bond uses: I taped a hair accross a cabinet in my room where I kept comics and other precious things, and I could always tell when my sister had snooped. But one day she figured this out, and just replaced the hair with one of her own. And then I had to use two hairs. And then we gave up.

I remember we all got attache cases like Bond's in From Russia with Love. The automatic cap-pistol broke in all of them after only a few uses: there was a small plastic nub which broke off after being struck by the spring hammer a very few times. Then you had to pull back the hammer inside the gun by hand before you could shoot it again. Very low-tech and frustrating.

I remember European caps. They were made up of a series of small plastic cylinders and had more gunpowder than the red American strips of paper. The American caps would also be duds every few rounds: a circle printed on the paper but no gunpowder, or very little, there. You could set off American caps with a hammer, but you needed those cool European snubnosed revolvers to set off European caps. The whole set of them fit into the cylinder of the revolver at once.

I remember bows and arrows with rubber suction cups. I took them off and sharpened the wooden arrows in a pencil sharpener. My grandparents took them away from me. I remember also my grandfather showing me that if you shot upwards a little bit the arrow would go farther. I was amazed by this, and thought about it again when I took calculus.


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