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


Sunday, February 23, 2003
I remember that one day when we were driving down Riverside from Washington Heights I expressed some vague, practically pro-forma desire to grow up to be president, and my grandmother got very stern and spoke against it, saying no Jewish boy had any business wanting to be president. It would be a terrible thing for a Jew to be president. I was surprised by this -- not quite taken aback but still I found it odd, partly I think because I knew that I didn't mean it, and so I somehow realized, maybe for the first time, that she wasn't conceding enough to the fact that I was a kid. Still I think I found it interesting that she thought a Jewish president would be bad for the Jews: it made me start thinking. I think she was right.


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