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


Friday, February 28, 2003
I remember Hebrew School. You could go Monday and Wednesday or Tuesday and Thursday. I was in Mrs. Rustler's Tuesday/Thursday class. What I learned there, alas, was cutting class. We learned almost nothing in class, and then after school my friends Larry Sedgewick, Peter Rogers, and Michael Hobin would hang out, mainly at Larry's house which was very nearby, and go to the park and be sublimely unsupervised, and I'd go with them. They were a charismatic clique, and I was very proud one day when Peter said to Larry that they thought of me as "one of us," despite my not having their athletic ability. So that made me look forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then one day my parents asked me what I was doing when I was supposed to be in Hebrew School. Dr. Greenberg, the kindly principal, had reported me. We'd driven to Long Island, and there was no hint that I was in trouble. I realized somehow that they'd known for a while -- more than the two hours of the drive, maybe several days or weeks -- that I'd been cutting. I was very impressed that they'd waited to say anything about it: to me it seemed as though they were oddly thoughtful about being parents. Odd, because parents were natural forces: this would be as though a rainstorm was being thoughtful about whether to break.


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