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


Thursday, September 27, 2007
I remember, from the marquee of The New Yorker theater, "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" and (later I believe) the Lennie Bruce movie.

I was surprised and intrigued by "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf." I liked it that adults turned out to like fairy tales as well. But I didn't quite get why the Big Bad Wolf should be female. There was some level of sophistication about the adult version of the fairy tale that I was aware of but unable to imagine. I kind of had a picture of adults enjoying the movie and enjoying fairy-tale fright the way I'd enjoyed the dramatization of Browning's "Pied Piper" at Town Hall when my father took me to it. I also sort of imagined my teachers -- the ones who read to us in class (so I must have been in first or second grade) -- as the audience to a movie like this.

(I didn't know that Woolf was not how you spelled the name of the animal, and misspelled it a lot since then because of that marquee. Things were probably complicated by the fact that there was a kid in my class named Michael Wolfe. I am just realizing only now how witty it was that he was given the role of the king of the wolves in
our class play, one of the five major roles -- I was one of the rank and file wolves. The teachers must have loved giving him that role.)


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