yes strange continues

 Handke says, have I read Berhard, well, yes, of course I have and here's my response to him and tons of others, I'm calling it Crossing the Sierra de Gredos!!  Starting into Chapter 14.  In 13  the Lone Star Cafe glass tent and Nuevo Bazar and much else.  

In 14 we open in a hostel with a courtyard surrounded by sleeping chambers.  The mother protects her daughter.  The adolescent girl vanishes one day any way.  Mother undertakes a long search, finds her on an island in the south Atlantic.  Much happiness but later sychronicity reverses and the child longs for rescue by the mother and later disappears again.  

Chatter this past Sunday had Robert Schumann's 1853 piece Fairy Tales  Märchenerzählungen and

a contemporary re-working (somehow?) of this notion by Jörg Widmann (b. 1973) Es war einmal  2015

Once Upon a Time.    Ahh, I thought through the whole concert Handke!! and Fairy Tales and Folk Tales.  Even the Spoken Word by Ken Arkind chimed into all of it---a great piece about his father.  Arkind back after teaching schools in New Zealand for ten or fifteen years.  

so  storytelling  on and on  no wonder Lentz allowed Handke to inspire him to write his Schattenfroh 

in the one film in which she had starred the character portrayed under heavy white linen sheets had "imperceptibly dissolved into the white of the bed linens."  Notice how when I underline one or two lines and type them up here I am ruining the whole page, the chapter, the book but assuming I can outline it, condense it, select "key" elements that unlock it, provide the pre-analysis that will support a later comprehensive analysis and even a critique.  In other words I withdraw from the experience of reading, detach from it, and try to create for myself alone, a space from which I can look back onto it, into it, from this removed position as observer of the reader, of the reading.  Reading is too absorptive, I fear being subsumed into the reading, sucked into reading, and lost forever in reading the book.  The book will claim me and I will never be able to notice every detail with sufficient attention and certainly never be able to remember enough of it to really experience it to the full, once and forever.  No matter what I can do, a second or third reading will always be possible, even more desirable than the first reading, no matter how slowly I go, no matter how many notes and underlinings I make and take.