- "Maybe I am not dead. If I were, I would feel no worldly passions, no love for my parents or anxiety about the bombings. To die is to remove oneself from the cycle of life and from the beating of one’s heart." Was he dead and now lives? Maybe (and this is just me being optimistic, because we still have to gain some additional connection to or by the First Folio) his resurgence--even resurrection--is truly a gift from God, who has emerged from the strange machinations of Yambo's (and Eco's, I think) dirge.
- By the context of the book, the machine of it, a great shock was required to bring Yambo back from ... whatever you want to call it. What else, and anything less Deus ex Machina-like than the Folio, could have done it?
- Am I projecting my own beliefs onto the text, or do Yambo's ruminations (consider the evidence of the soul versus that of the encephalogram) have the true whiff of one wrestling with himself over a religious belief and/or awakening? It was said, after all, in the last chapter that the boy Yambo was religious.
- I may not be able to adequately articulate this: Yambo, before the stroke, was selfish and even dismissive of (1) his past and (2) his loved ones. Except for the subconscious (maybe that's too kind a word for it) ambition to find his Lila, he was entirely and selfishly only about his immediate "now." "...may I be granted the gift of fierce selfishness. I live with myself and for myself, and I can remember that which, after my first incident, I had forgotten." Has the amnesia just been a literal manifestation of what he'd been doing by his negligence as an adult all along, anyway? Only now after the discovery of the Folio and now powerless within this new fog, everything internal, does he long for his wife and daughters, for a firm grip of and power over the memory and application of his past?
- (Angelo Bear and his life and death bear a shocking similarity to Toy Story 3. Just saying.)
- "It is clear now, in the coma’s silence, that I understand better all that has happened to me. Is this the illumination others achieve when they come to the brink, at which point, like Martin Eden, they understand everything, but as they know, they cease to know? I, who am not yet on the brink, have an advantage over those who die. I understand, I know, and I even remember (now) that I know. Does that make me one of the lucky?"
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
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