The McSweeney's slash fiction collection got me to pick up Sarah Manguso's memoir The Two Kinds of Decay (Picador, 2008), documenting her battle (beginning as a junior in college) with a wildly unpredictable and incapacitating autoimmune disease. It's an unforgettable read.
"The events that began in 1995 might keep happening to me as long as things can happen to me. Think of spacetime, through which heavenly bodies fly forever. They fly until they change into new forms, simpler forms, with ever fewer qualities and increasingly beautiful names.
There are names for things in spacetime that are nothing, for things that are less than nothing. White dwarfs, red giants, black holes, singularities.
But even then, in their less-than-nothing state, they keep happening."
No comments:
Post a Comment