This is § b of “Section 3: Fake views exploit the appeal of valid drama.”
Why is a chid enchanted by fabulous prospects? Childlike appeal of fabulism (i.e., proffering fables) echoes fantastic cultural stories, once upon a time guided by mythologies that conceptualized worldviews which gave telic cohering and comfort to cycles of life. Such appeal in that kind of narrative echoes in “true” feeling of fictionality and in romanticism (widely conceived, including every mode of safe thrill). A tropological “realism” constitutes dramatic life.
Narrative can be invitation to imagination, such that the more minimal it is, the more gracious toward reader imaginability the line is.
“This is my confession,” as if narrativity in quote marks is distanced pretense without commitment to authorial candor. Characted confession may cloak a candor that thereby escapes others’ want of elaboration, as if her or his innerwordliness has no more to share beyond a brevity of time passing too quickly, which the story shows.
I’m in love with a girl—well, enchanted. In my next life, I’m coming back as Lale (age 11 or so) in the Turkish film “Mustang” (2016), played by Günes Sensoy (4 shots there). If you haven’t seen it, you absolutely must (especially if you’re a girl-woman).
The reviewer, Deborah Solomon, ends her review: “... Leonardo da Vinci was one of the first masters that Mr. Johns admired. He was especially captivated by the ‘Deluge’ drawings,... When he was in mid-30s, Mr. Johns had a chance to actually see the drawings..... Was it an exciting experience? ‘Yes,’ he replied with typical terseness, and a little laugh, ‘except that they looked exactly like the reproductions.’”
I began my “Comment” at the article: “Solomon’s article ending is lovely. It reminds me of Jacques Derrida’s iconic point that writing in speech—displaced authoriality in authorship—makes all originals quotational.”
To say that sundry gardening is “1000+ pages” is an understatement, because that’s actually 1000+ documents, most of which are more than one typical-book page long (though many are much less than a book page). It’s fair to say that the documents average 3 book pages.
It’s fair to say that sundry gardening is 3,000 pages—longer than Proust’s Time Regained (commonly titled Remembrance of Things Past), let alone Ulysses.
One more week? No more than two: I’m formatting listings, no longer doing text editing. I never bothered to count how many pages I’ve accumulated. I’m aghast that it’s 850+ Webpages and postings. Over the years, when I finished something, I didn’t much go back to it. I moved on to whatever’s next, and had no idea of the volume of work done.