Really enjoyed the voice but had a hard time following the first time I listened to it. The ending was so abrupt I thought I had missed something. Easier the second time around. A Barthelme-ish voice. Not conventionally realistic like a lot of other Kenyon Review stories.
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Really enjoyed the voice but had a hard time following the first time I listened to it. The ending was so abrupt I thought I had missed something. Easier the second time around. A Barthelme-ish voice. Not conventionally realistic like a lot of other Kenyon Review stories. The recording is not very good—I would recommend that the reader place a stack of books behind the mic to make the sound more resonant.
Scott McCloud theorizes that simple, cartoonish visual art mimics our mental images of ourselves, which are naturally sketchy and cartoonish. For me, though, cartoonish art more closely mimics the way I perceive people I know and care about.
It exaggerates the most expressive features of the face, it amplifies body language. I approach it the way I approach a stranger. Even psychologically realistic fiction e. Homestuck frequently does it well. There are probably many more. Rereading, I want to quote so many lines. Sad and inaccurate, it was offered not as a sign of something else but as an act of love in itself.
It has excited even those who have not seen it, even those who saw but understood only that it was dirty. The room buzzes with imperfectly comprehended titillation. Was her moment of sexual ecstasy worth her job? Maybe her fulfillment is part of an elaborate fantasy going on here.
I enjoy the story without being able to puzzle it out. The last line, with that mention of gratitude, is wonderful. I dunno, maybe, maybe not. I notice the characters live in a country where the death penalty has been abolished.
What do we do with a story like this? Do we long for the filmmaker to realize his vision?
Views of My Father Weeping
Father-murder and father-rescue: the post-Freudian allegories of Donald Barthelme. In the prevailing discussions of Barthelme the valorization of form and technique entails the virtual annulment of "content" and "meaning" as usable concepts of literary analysis. As Jerome Klinkowitz has provocatively put it recently, in Barthelme "signs and not meanings are what are read" The meaning of the apparently contingent arrangement of figures, if bewildering in its peculiar manifestation, is all too clear in its overall import: such narrative disorder must be taken as signifying a predominating cultural disorder and hence, in the memorable words of Walter Benjamin, "a crisis in perception itself"
Views of my father weeping
He wants his brow wrapped in cold cloths perhaps, his hands held perahps, his back rubbed, his neck kneaded, his wrists patted, his elbows annointed with rare oils, his toenailes painted with tiny scenes representing God blessing America. He seemed much closer to his mother and agreeable to her strictures. Igoni Barrett, Belle Boggs, A. Views of My Father Weeping by Donald Barthelme He was one of the most famous writers of the sixties, but by the nineties, it seems, he had disappeared. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Want to Read saving…. And then, suddenly, nothing.
VIEWS OF MY FATHER WEEPING
Maran Authority in fiction is never earned, not really. There is a tension here: And then, suddenly, nothing. What would happen, though, if you took this fractal, dialectical structure and tried to stretch it to the breaking point? He wants his brow wrapped in cold cloths perhaps, his hands held perahps, his back rubbed, his neck kneaded, his wrists patted, his elbows annointed with rare oils, his toenailes painted with tiny scenes representing God blessing America. To ask other readers questions about Views of My Father Weepingplease sign up.
BARTHELME'S 'VIEWS OF MY FATHER WEEPING' AND DOSTOEVSKY'S CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
The sections of the story about the accident, in which his father was supposedly run over by a carriage, are pointedly realistic. Subsequently the narrator is drinking wine with Lars Bang, two other men, and a beautiful young girl. Lars Bang concludes that the narrator is "now in possession of all of the facts," but the girl then claims that "Bang is an absolute bloody liar. Although some critics have faulted Barthelme for failing to convey in his fiction any sense of morality or order, others have countered thatby decrying the creative vacuum of modern life in an innovative, insightful wayhe does take a moral stance. It blends heavily realistic, nineteenth-century-style narrative passages with paragraphs relaying twentieth-century concerns, images, and motifs.