Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch


I have a really good memory. But I picked up an old copy of Djuna Barnes's strange and wonderful novel Nightwood today before teaching and realized, paging through it, that I had extensively annotated the entire book with my so-neat-it's-perverse block capital handwriting. And I had absolutely no recollection of having done so. I mean, I remembered reading the novel, just not with that level of attentiveness. I must have done it in the course of preparing for my graduate exams. Strange how that kind of studying fails to stick like the work you do for a specific purpose. Still, I can't help wondering if there was something about Nightwood in particular that led me to forget how much time I'd spent thinking about it. Some of my marginalia verge on the, "Tell me about it, girlfriend," variety.
Tags: autobiography, everyday, literature

  • Redefining Need

    "Can a society which is incapable of protecting individual privacy even within one's four walls rightfully claim that it respects the individual and…

  • Trump the I

  • Weekend Update

    I frequently feel like writing something longer and sometimes writing it here. Unfortunately, my windows of opportunity these days are five minutes…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.