Leaving the Atocha Station has ratings and reviews. Paul said: One of those memoirs which with a light dusting of name changing and event rearr. Leaving the Atocha Station [Ben Lerner] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Adam Gordon is a brilliant, if highly unreliable, young American . For the duration of Leaving the Atocha Station, Ben Lerner’s protagonist, Adam Gordon, is in Spain on a fellowship. If anyone asks, he is writing.
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O, come ha scritto qualche critico, post-fiction. Threads collapsed expanded unthreaded. Out came the handkerchief and the man walked calmly into 56, stood before The Garden of Earthly Delights, considered it calmly, then totally lost his shit.
Boredom is not a sign of intelligence. I had long worried that I was incapable of having a profound experience of art and I had trouble believing that anyone had, at least leavnig I knew. But statiin, best of all, it feels like fiction that feels absolutely real see Twain’s thing about the difference between fiction and non-fictionnot much like literary fiction that might feel false in conception and execution, more concerned with “saleablity” than what it’s like to be alive and abroad as homeland USA monstrously morphed into the United States of Bush.
Apr 09, Ellie rated it it was amazing Shelves: Those surface facts do not necessarily result in a bad book. Unconnected is more statin it.
Insofar as I was interested in the arts, I was interested in the disconnect between my experience of actual artworks and the claims made on their behalf; the closest Stattion come to having a profound experience of art was probably the experience of this distance, a profound experience of the absence of profundity.
Most weekends during the first phase of my research, my Spanish tutor, Jorge, whom the foundation paid to help its fellows move rapidly from proficiency to fluency, would drive me to a campsite forty minutes outside of Madrid where his friends from the language school went to get high and drink, swim, hook up.
Especially when called upon to participate in poetry readings or discussion panels, Gordon grapples with feelings of fraudulence and anxiety. I think a key insight of Atocha is to connect the problem tbe authenticity and self-awareness to the notion yhe plurality of possibility, in everything, but in particular within language.
This is a book in which the action is all in the language.
Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner
Alla prossima rilettura questo deve essere un caposaldo. Our intelligentsia distrust strong belief, open conviction. He would rush up the six flights of stairs, find the key, drop the bag, and atocya himself on the bed.
Oil on oak paneling. Create a character who has a lot of the same life plot points and make him insecure and a little awful. MadridSpain. I kept quiet, modeling my face on the San Leocadio. It’s this interior dialog that caught me and reminded me of both Virginia Woolf and Fernando Pessoa. This distance is the key point: Shortly after, Adam impresses a glamorous young woman by pretending his mother has just died: And never more so than the whole horribly hilarious saga in which he tells a girl he fancies that his mum’s dead so she leavjng think he’s a pussy for crying for no reason, then tells his girlfriend sttation same thing for consistency, then accidentally says she’s alive in front of the girlfriend and has to backtrack, so decides to do so by claiming his mum is gravely ill and his dad — ‘the gentlest levaing most generous man I knew’ — is basically a Nazi.
Apr 13, Tao rated it it was amazing. It would be unfair to tell you how it ended, though I stayed to the end out of curiosity. Stillness becomes a slipping backward once a post is established. Still, sensing a great divide between his experience and the reactions of others, atoccha is filled with anxious awareness of tye a fraud, a disconnect.
Everything else is an interminable distance away. Here I discuss a few of my favorite ideas from the book. It’s tempting to call Adam a loser, but he’s more complicated than that, and also more ordinary than that.
Authenticity and plurality in Leaving the Atocha Station | arpon raksit
Want to Read saving…. In prose that veers between the comic and tragic, the self-contemptuous and leavinf inspired, Leaving the Atocha Station is a portrait of the artist as a young man in an age of Google searches, pharmaceuticals, and spectacle. Plurality I think a key insight of Atocha is to connect the problem of authenticity and self-awareness to the notion of plurality of possibility, in everything, but in particular within language.
However, the fact that it is an Asbury line, a poet Adam reads deeply and is profoundly influenced by, also implies a draining of realistic meaning from the event along with an emotional distancing for Adam. Still, well worth it for the finely modulated prose.
I was, I hate to say, disappointed. And in that translation there is incredible room for plurality: He’s certainly not, as I frequently thought he would be, the archetypal loser who gets the girl.
Anyway, this all has to do with the problem of authenticity. Very, very disappointed with this book. Gordon, however, spends his time reading Tolstoysmoking spliffsand observing himself observing his surroundings. That his fear of being seen as a fraud causes him to behave with extraordinary fraudulence accounts for much of the humor in this often very funny novel.
He’s a self-obessed bi-polar, liar who fakes his way through interactions and feels like he is duping everyone into thinking he is a poet when in reality he thinks he’s just a talentless schmuck. Adam’s research is divided into clear phases. It seems to me this is an earnest investigation into the possibilities of art to comment on reality and have a “profound effect” on people, in the guise of a self-reflective, postmodern, dark-humored romp, a technique that brings to mind the dilemma common in DFW: The character was still repulsive, but the author didn’t seem to recognize this and believed some degree of salvation had transpired.
One night when I was particularly high, I gradually realized Jorge was saying my name, not Poeta, saying it sharply, and the others were looking at me with anger, disbelief.