Nemonymous
Grimscribe
Eventually to complete my recent reviews of stories on this SONGS OF A DEAD DREAMER section on TLO, i.e. the stories having now been reread in the Penguin Classics collection:
THE CHYMIST
"Decrepitude, Ro. It has your pit in it and a lot more besides."
....such as due creed?
This story is remarkable for me, in two ways. One, it is another unreliable but hypnotising stream of monologue to a woman (as the stream of consciousness 'letter' or monologue in the previous 'Dream of a Manikin'), but the initiator is inimical to the recipient, whilst, before, arguably, the recipient was inimical to the initiator.
Two, it contains a scene(#) that preternaturally carries a morphed snapshot from a story called 'The Black Eros' that I reviewed earlier today HERE, as if this act of Dreamcatching on my part is one of becoming not only actively sensitive but also passively attractive to such patterns.
THE CHYMIST is another version of the abuse that featured in THE FROLIC, but here on an adult to adult level, and now we are in the mind of the abuser, a salesman of pharmaceuticals and investments. A con man with the gift of the gab. But a gab that takes hold of you as if you are the victim, an alchemy from words to sheer insidiousness. One where the con man eventually claims in his stream of grooming that he has dreamt his victim into existence -- possibly in tune with the earlier 'Dream of the Manikin' that created Miss Locher as the manikin for real within another dream that has now become a symptom of my own Dreamcatching!
The real dope. Ending with a Joycean BLOOM!
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(#) "Yes, up a flight of stairs inside an old burlesque house is a high echoey hall with a leftover Deco interior of arching mirrors and chrome chandeliers. And there the giant painted silhouettes of bony flappers and gaunt Gatsbys sport about the curving ballroom walls, towering over the dance floor, their funereal elegance mocking the awkward gyrations of the living."
(An extract from my on-going review of the Penguin Classics collection.)
THE CHYMIST
"Decrepitude, Ro. It has your pit in it and a lot more besides."
....such as due creed?
This story is remarkable for me, in two ways. One, it is another unreliable but hypnotising stream of monologue to a woman (as the stream of consciousness 'letter' or monologue in the previous 'Dream of a Manikin'), but the initiator is inimical to the recipient, whilst, before, arguably, the recipient was inimical to the initiator.
Two, it contains a scene(#) that preternaturally carries a morphed snapshot from a story called 'The Black Eros' that I reviewed earlier today HERE, as if this act of Dreamcatching on my part is one of becoming not only actively sensitive but also passively attractive to such patterns.
THE CHYMIST is another version of the abuse that featured in THE FROLIC, but here on an adult to adult level, and now we are in the mind of the abuser, a salesman of pharmaceuticals and investments. A con man with the gift of the gab. But a gab that takes hold of you as if you are the victim, an alchemy from words to sheer insidiousness. One where the con man eventually claims in his stream of grooming that he has dreamt his victim into existence -- possibly in tune with the earlier 'Dream of the Manikin' that created Miss Locher as the manikin for real within another dream that has now become a symptom of my own Dreamcatching!
The real dope. Ending with a Joycean BLOOM!
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(#) "Yes, up a flight of stairs inside an old burlesque house is a high echoey hall with a leftover Deco interior of arching mirrors and chrome chandeliers. And there the giant painted silhouettes of bony flappers and gaunt Gatsbys sport about the curving ballroom walls, towering over the dance floor, their funereal elegance mocking the awkward gyrations of the living."
(An extract from my on-going review of the Penguin Classics collection.)
