Molloy

Well, I accidentally read the first part of Molloy. "I began at the beginning, like an old ballocks, can you imagine that?" (p.4) Well, this line probably should have been a clue. I feel as if I should have known better and am slightly embarrassed considering all our talks about beginning now and going from there, wherever now happens to be can be of whomever's choosing. Well, since I read it, I suppose I'll blog a teeny bit on it. I loved this story! I thought it was hilarious! I've told friends about it and made references to those friends about how well it ties in with Finnegans Wake. It's a 2 paragraph, 85 page stream of consciousness story told in a way that makes the story forget itself over and over again. You fade gently from one topic to the next without realizing you never finished the first only to be brought back around to it later once you've surely forgotten where you started. Only now, you remember, and everything seems to fall into place. Leaving questions? Perhaps but they are either addressed and explained or addressed very briefly, almost curtly and then left behind in a single sentence, bowled over by the powerful waves of his style of textual jabbermouthing. I actually giggled when he went on a rant about his sucking stoned and their respective pockets and rotations for 5 pages (the bottom of page 63 to the top of page 69).

More to read and people to sell things to. Must retire from this blog for now. Damn work... I just want to read!