I know you do, Champ. But there's only one V, too. And be serious: look at the dude's personal grooming and infer by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to his soul and mien of the potty and boudoir and get your head right.
Did you meet him? I've had to read James Wood almost nonstop this year in school. I think he's amazing, but I often run into big parts of his criticism that I totally don't understand. I think I need more lit-crit background before I understand his systems for placing certain kinds of writing or certain authors in certain categories. I understand that it's an aesthetic approach, which is what my teacher is trying to distinguish from a political or ethical approach to crit. Sometimes I just want to be able to READ again without so much thinking.
Mr. Rosenberg, if you are a real person then you have a great advantage over my version of Mr. Wood. Although he has the advantage of not being a real person and is therefore beyond the slings and arrows of my knot-headed slander. I know nothing of Mr. Wood beyond a couple reviews, and of the imaginary Mr. Wood I know only that he has intimidated and hurted the dang feelings of my friend V. Which are highly refined feelings and better suited to perceiving things about buildings and shades of light. He can be turned 5 degrees to the South and burst into tears or song; he may retreat for weeks after glimpsing a child who has been forced to sleep next to a particle board night table. Do you understand, sir? So I am the sworn enemy of this imaginary Mr. Wood until such time as he offers a full retraction of all this stuff that isn't true and which he would have no way of knowing about. So you see what a crick I'm up, yes?
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ReplyDeleteSee? It's not just you. He's hurting lots of people's feelings.
ReplyDeleteBut he hurts me the worst. I wanna read and write like that!
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ReplyDeleteI know you do, Champ. But there's only one V, too. And be serious: look at the dude's personal grooming and infer by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to his soul and mien of the potty and boudoir and get your head right.
ReplyDeleteDo you really think he's an asshole? Sigh.
ReplyDeleteDid you meet him? I've had to read James Wood almost nonstop this year in school. I think he's amazing, but I often run into big parts of his criticism that I totally don't understand. I think I need more lit-crit background before I understand his systems for placing certain kinds of writing or certain authors in certain categories. I understand that it's an aesthetic approach, which is what my teacher is trying to distinguish from a political or ethical approach to crit. Sometimes I just want to be able to READ again without so much thinking.
ReplyDeleteI don't think we've met him, but he looks so everyman.
ReplyDeleteMr. Rosenberg, if you are a real person then you have a great advantage over my version of Mr. Wood. Although he has the advantage of not being a real person and is therefore beyond the slings and arrows of my knot-headed slander. I know nothing of Mr. Wood beyond a couple reviews, and of the imaginary Mr. Wood I know only that he has intimidated and hurted the dang feelings of my friend V. Which are highly refined feelings and better suited to perceiving things about buildings and shades of light. He can be turned 5 degrees to the South and burst into tears or song; he may retreat for weeks after glimpsing a child who has been forced to sleep next to a particle board night table. Do you understand, sir? So I am the sworn enemy of this imaginary Mr. Wood until such time as he offers a full retraction of all this stuff that isn't true and which he would have no way of knowing about. So you see what a crick I'm up, yes?
ReplyDeletePlease never mention particle board in this blog again. It's tainting my grenache.
ReplyDeleteYou're gnashing your tain't.
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