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Posted a few thoughts on Shalom Auslander's *Feh: A Memoir* on my blog.
One of the longer, more formal-ish pieces I've written so far getting the site up a few months ago. Still finding my writing groove in this space.
"The Story and Stories of Feh, or: Stories of the Story of Feh"
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"One morning, some years ago, like millions of other innocent men and women around the world, I found myself suddenly bombarded by miserable stories. They were stories of despair, cruelty, and evil. There was no escape from them. They came at me every minute, every second, without cease. [...] They'd been around for years, but now they appeared on my phone, on my laptop, on my desktop, as texts, as videos, every minute of every hour of every day and night, a vomit of stories spewed upon the world by the foul coupling of twenty-four-hour news cycle and the internet. Some of these stories were delivered to my phone. Some were delivered to my email. Some were told to me by friends [...] all of whom had been bombarded themselves. *Did you hear about this?* they asked. *Did you hear about that?*
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*Feh* is the only story the news ever tells, and soon I could take it no more. I needed the barrage of contempt, criticism, and condemnation to end."
p. 44
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"That night [...] I wrote a story about a bug who woke up one morning to find himself transformed into a hideous Franz Kafka. He was in Franz Kafka's body, in Franz Kafka's house, in Franz Kafka's bedroom. Bug lay on his back and with great effort lifted his oversize human head to peer down at his hideous naked being: at his pigeon chest, his flabby belly, his spindly legs, a meager two now, when the night before he'd had a magnificent six."
-- Shalom Auslander, *Feh* (p. 53)
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Started this last night and it's absolutely hilarious and heartbreaking, all at the same time. Also, hitting a little close to home at times -- but that can also be good.