"Something to keep in mind when you start reading, Gaddis considered this [The Recognitions] a comic novel. Don't forget to laugh amidst all that erudition and fancy language."
Standard disclaimers and apologies aside about infrequent posting, etc etc etc, yadda yadda yadda, full time job, school, recent discovery that I've likely been suffering from a sort of frakking eczema the last six months; the usual. That said there's some cool stuff in the background that is in fact straight up book-related which will be coming around over the next couple months. So that's fun.
But anyway, back to The Recognitions, by William Gaddis, a book that marks the incredibly fat, incredibly dense mid-point of my reading challenge for the year, a reading challenge I humbly admit to pridefully believing I'd have been all the way through by now. Because ambitious goals for unrealistic times, right? Anyway, no, still here, still reading, slowly, occasionally, but, with something like something to show for it. Or so.
Anyways. The Recognitions, I'd like to blog about this one a bit more, because I think I once said I would; give me about a month and I might have more time to make good on this promise. I'm going to at least in good faith start by saying I'll admit to actually knowing terribly little about Gaddis or his works, other than, they're big books by a white male protopostmodernist, which is fancy talk for shit people brag about reading cuz nobody actually does. Except me and some other people along the way I guess.
The thing about some of these "great books" people don't actually read because why would you bother reading this "great books" is that they can actually also just be good books. See also, War and Peace. See also, Life and Fate by Vasily Grossman, a book I just now noticed I completely missed blogging about, even though it was awesome and made for a really phenomenal follow-up read to War and Peace. These books, many other books, whatever, you get past the professor talk and snobby attitudes and bad raps, and they're still books written by people for people. Which sounds a little kumbaya, sure, but.
But, so: I'm one chapter into The Recognitions so it's too soon to declare the book great or good, but what I can say I've found in the first sixty pages that I didn't expect to find has been a lightness of tone, of that modernist sort, that makes me really glad I've got some John Barth lined up for later in my reading list this year, because I think there's going to be some nice call-and-echo action there. I was going to say it avoids slapstick, but then, here, the quote I find for an example of that deft lightness of humor:
—It looks fine, it still looks fine, the Town Carpenter said now, backing into a chair stacked with paintings and sketches and knocking the whole thing over, which immediately put him at his ease by giving him something to do.
- page 52
Which, yes! That's awesome. Or, another line that had me laugh out loud, as out main character
...was taken with a fever which burned him down to seventy-nine pounds. In this refined state he was exhibited to medical students in the amphitheater of a highly endowed hospital. They found it a very interesting case, and said so. In fact they said very little else.
- page 41
Which, again, yes! That's awesome. And also tells you most all you need to know about the doctors coming up; and also those delicious, loaded words, burned and refined, exhibited and endowed...
Bottom line being, while I'm sure the remainder of this book will not be "easy," there likely being a reason Jonathan Franzen (oh, Jonathan Franzen) dubbed it "the most difficult book [he] ever voluntarily read in its entirety," (which, yes, Jonathan Franzen, but whatever), what I can safely say is that it has a pretty stellar self-contained opening chapter, a sixty-page coming-of-age story that I'd rank up there with any other coming of age story you might toss out there. Which, okay, coming of age is about the most difficult thing there is, in some ways, but...still, it's at least slightly relatable, no?