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January 17, 2007
Thanks to the “free” time from work that comes along with a cold, I am now almost three-quarters of the way through “Against the Day” and I think I am beginning to appreciate the “point” of the “novel.” (Both terms have had their definitions stretched into new dimensions.) It is a “ratting” of the spun filaments of the “tribute to the 60’s” girl-groups bouffant “do” that is modern history. Teased to an explosion of follicular expressions, expanding synaptically through space and time (!) yet still anchored to the earth head, while the actual identity of the girl is network-ishly veiled.