Anatomy of a Dress

From Amazon:

The Light the Dead See, Collected Frank Stanford
End of the West, Michael Dickman

From Half Price Books:

Riding Westward, Carl Phillips
Ghost Girl, Amy Gerstler
You Will Hear Thunder, Collected Anna Akhmatova
Birds of America, Lorrie Moore

Great! Now I can go back to sleep.

Okay, seriously? The Vampire Diaries: FAVORITE series when I was a tween, and greenlit series on the CW — OMG Y’ALL, I didn’t care for Smallville or Felicity or Gossip Girl or any of that mess but THIS, THIS people, THIS I am throwing my weight behind.

CD Wright reads Deepstep Come Shining in its entirety.

Terrifically epic nightmares.

In the mail today: a postcard from the Un and Susan Sontag’s Regarding the Pain of Others. If I owe you an email or a phone call, be patient; my tongue is stunned.

Accepted:

University of Alabama
Purdue
University of Washington

Waitlist:

University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Notre Dame

NOPE!

University of Michigan
University of Minnesota
Washington University St. Louis

HUH?

University of Oregon
University of Virginia

Somewhere someone’s travelling toward you,
travelling day and night.

Anne Carson

I burned down my life for a few good pieces, and now this.

Lorrie Moore

Okay, so here is the obstacle I keep running into as I’m trying to formulate my thoughts about this translation: I HAVEN’T READ A TRADITIONAL TRANSLATION YET. Yet, though. Okay? Yet.

What I’m *thinking* is that AC has really foregrounded the tragic heroine contingent of this drama, giving lots of lines to Kassandra in the first book and tons to Elektra in the second, (while Orestes MEA CULPAS all over the chorus in the third, but whatevs, my observation is still trenchant.)

The problem is, like, big chunks of the story are sort of missing? Like, Agaememnon doesn’t really have a death scene? And I mean, COME ON SHE SUFFOCATED HIM WITH A PURPLE CLOAK IT’S THE HALLMARK OF THE WHOLE INTER-GENERATIONAL BLOODBATH HELLO. Klytaimnestra just rolls onstage and goes “Okay it’s done!” Which is: Frustrating! And: (Write it!) Sort of lame! The text is so spare, with such wide uncharted spaces between scenes, I can’t help but throw up my hands and go, What happened here? Did I get stoned and miss a bunch of lectures? Should I take an incomplete?

Though the attempt to sex up the prose falls flat a lot, it also REALLY sexes things up in some places, such as here, where the traditional WOE IS ME just wasn’t working for Dame Carson:

Kassandra: I will walk with my song torn open

Chorus: Why are you suddenly speaking clear as day?

A newborn child could construe what you say. It gives me a

bloody pain to hear all the griefs you name.

Kassandra: [scream:] [scream:] [scream:] for my ruined city

[scream] for the offerings my father made

to save its towers he

killed animal after animal

it did no good

we suffered anyway

and I am soon to hit the ground

I with my thermonous

thermonous means hot soul, burning mind,

brain on fire

Chorus: you’re back on track.

Some heavy spirit swoops in on you and takes

your breath–

out comes Death.

(Outcomes? I’m not sure where this will

end).

– and the translator’s note and the introductions to each section, placing the story in its historical/political context as commentary on Greek culture, as well as her own aims and setbacks and successes in the translation, are sort of the best parts? Which makes me want to opine that the entire project, start to finish, is a better inter-textual critique and conversation with other translations than a translation entire.

Which makes me feel a little sucker-punched, but Anne, I ain’t mad atcha.

Just called Notre Dame: the chatty and hard-of-hearing department secretary told me I am “pretty high up” on the waiting list but there are only two positions left in the incoming class. Won’t have any new info for you until April 15, sorry!

Feels good to be wanted (she muttered, bitterly, at the coffeemaker).

Jeffrey Eugenides reads a really lovely short story called Spring Fugue, by Harold Brodkey.