NP - Cloud Atlas

[Glenn Scheper]

> Takes me back to childhood,
> my grandfather reading Finnegans Wake to me at bedtime in
> the southern Illinois farmhouse.

> On Jul 12,
> 2005,
> at 7:30 PM,
> Bekah wrote:
> It was the dialect in print (Sloosha's Crossing,
> pg 239)
> that finally messed me up.
> I enjoyed a couple of the chapters to that point but 60
> pages of:

> "Old Georgie's path an'
> mine corssed more times'n I'm comfy mem'ryin'
> an'
> after I'm died,
> no sayin'
> what that fangy devil won't try an do to me ...
> so gimme some mutton an'
> I'll tell you 'bout our first meetin'.
> A fat joocesome slice,
> nay,
> none o'
> your burnt wafery off'rin's.
> "

I don't know if I'll make it even to that point. My copy of
Cloud Atlas is lying in my bed right now, lying there like
a frigid partner, and hasn't been opened since July 4, and
not for long that time.

Despite Mitchell's hints that he will reveal hidden truth,
there has not been the slightest metaphor upon the ground
of tantra that interests me, to suggest he is my fellow.

Cloud Atlas appears to be just another instance of fiction,
which genre I gave up in high school, save for those that
belie the hidden truths of religion and myth, like Pynchon.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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