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, November 30, 2012
I remember my Pocket Books ("not one word has been omitted") series of Perry Mason mysteries, by Earle Stanley Gardner.  I loved the kangaroo logo, and the idea that they really did fit so well into your pocket.  They were a little different from today's ottavo paperbacks, just a little squatter, smaller, less tapered, fatter so they really did fit into your front pocket (maybe people will remember different generation iPhones this way).  It was a pleasure being able to carry them around this way, to take them in and out.  The tops of the pages were edged or dyed a kind of maroon.

They must have been designed to be recognized as once hardcover but not highbrow, so that you wouldn't mind the wear and tear of pocketing and unpocketing them.  They needed and accepted Scotch tape better than more modern or classier books would.  They began right after the copyright page, without any blank pages between them, so you got to plunge right in.  And the typography was somehow appropriate to that: utilitarian from the start, so that the story was all that mattered.

I think that they all originally belonged to my grandparents, though now it's hard to say which, since I think I remember reading them in my uptown grandparents' house, but I can't think that anyone but my downtown grandparents would have liked mysteries at all.


posted by William 9:44 AM
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Comments:
Yes, all of it -- maroon (and sometimes green) edges, utilitarian typesets and paper, taped-together pages, and Perry Mason at grandparents' (interspersed with the prohibited James Hadley Chase).
 

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