Random Notes

True geology

October 16, 2008

I like the sound of the word ‘meridian.’  It has a distinguished, well-traveled global sort of feel to it.  I think of stately lines on a map, well–defined and sensibly laid out arcs, a civilized sort of netting thrown by sober Masons and Dixons (un-Pynchonian perhaps) intent on imposing Western order on natural chaos.  Paths, […]

The Bad and the Ugly


Inevitably playing in my head as I begin reading Blood Meridian is Sergio Leone’s The Good, The Bad and the Ugly.  Clint Eastwood squints and leaves Eli Wallach to die and three characters journey endlessly on the deserts of Spain that are standing in for the American West.  The movie was made in 1966, and […]

Will the real author please stand up?

September 23, 2008

Private Investigator.  The P. I.   Private eye, private I.   Kafka the gumshoe in a hall of mirrors.   Say what?  I dunno.  I’m just sayin’. Who wrote this book?  Of course, Paul Auster did, but throughout The New York Trilogy somebody named Paul Auster makes appearances as a character and that somebody is probably the narrator of The […]

Because what happens never happens…

September 22, 2008

Paul Auster kicks off The New York Trilogy saying, “In the good mystery there is nothing wasted, no sentence, no word that is not significant.  And even if it is not significant, it has the potential to be so—which amounts to the same thing.”  So we’d better pay close attention. Having just finished Beckett’s Murphy […]

Drum of words…

September 18, 2008

Before I get to Paul Auster’s New York Trilogy, I thought I’d share this bit of early Auster.  Published in 1979 in a little volume of poetry called Facing the Music, this poem, might have been an out-take of a long-lost notebook of Samuel Beckett’s.  Turns out that Auster is the editor of the recent […]