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by tocharian_Archive
I grow tired authors who write book after book about letching old men taught by age and infirmity what their narcissism has cost them. Coetzee is one of them. Roth is another.
Slow Man is kind of a mess, but the New Yorker condensed it in to a short story called “The Blow” which is dazzling.
The blow catches him from the right, sharp and surprising and painful, like a bolt of electricity, lifting him up off the bicycle. Relax! he tells himself as he flies through the air (flies through the air with the greatest of ease!), and indeed he can feel his limbs go obediently slack. Like a cat, he tells himself: roll, then spring to your feet, ready for what comes next.
That is not quite as it turns out, however. Whether because his legs disobey or because he is for a moment stunned (he hears rather than feels the impact of his skull on the bitumen, distant, wooden, like a mallet blow), he does not spring to his feet at all but, on the contrary, slides metre after metre, on and on, until he is quite lulled by the sliding.
He lies stretched out, at peace. It is a glorious morning. The sun's touch is kind. There are worse things than letting oneself go slack, waiting for one's strength to return. In fact, there might be worse things than having a quick nap. He closes his eyes; the world tilts beneath him, rotates; he goes absent.
Once, briefly, he comes back The body that had flown so lightly through the air has grown ponderous, so ponderous that for the life of him he cannot lift a finger. And there is someone looming over him, cutting off his air, a youngster with wiry hair and spots along his hairline. "My bicycle," he says to the boy, enunciating the difficult word syllable by syllable. He wants to ask what has become of his bicycle, whether it is being taken care of, since, as is well known, a bicycle can disappear in a flash; but before those words will come he is gone again.
They did the same thing for Safran-Foer’s mostly insufferable Everything Is Illuminated.
Ace wrote:derrida, man. like, profound.