A Fond Farewell

Where to start? How to end?

I decided to write this the morning of because I just couldn’t think of where to begin last night, and last night I was exhausted. I thought a fresh morning brain would fix things right up, so let’s see if that’s true.

It’s slightly weird that I feel an urge to say goodbye. Although I’ll still be around, I won’t be here blogging about IJ every week, reading each blog post in the morning, tweeting out the blog posts in the morning (or in the afternoon when I had forgotten), and trying to get a guest blogger for each Friday. Quite literally, my life revolved around this blog. I don’t want to say “this book” because it wasn’t just IJ. In fact, reading IJ this time around seemed almost “in the way” of reading everyone else’s blog posts and comments. I was more interested, at least this time around, to see what other people had to say about one of my favourite books. It was my 4th time reading IJ within my 20s and that’s a lot. I found returning to the book a bit exhausting this time around because I had read it 2 or 3 years ago. But what made me keep reading, and what made me see a lot that I never saw before, was reading with all of you. Continue reading “A Fond Farewell”

High Five!

We did it. We’ve made it to the end. Maybe some of you are still a bit behind, but that’s okay. High fives for everyone. The thump of me closing the book was super satisfying this time around, and not only did I close it but I let it drop to the floor just let the whole house echo with this book being done. I didn’t throw it, no. I just let it fall. My book was barely holding together – I had endnote pages falling out left, right, and centre (which was actually convenient because I didn’t have to “turn to” the endnotes, I just had to pull out a page from the endnotes, sometimes keeping that page out and to my side for a quick glance)!

But I won’t be getting retrospective. At least not yet. Although today is technically the last day, I hope to have the guides post once more this week, reflecting on this past summer. And then I will post on Friday, wishing you all a fond farewell. Continue reading “High Five!”

Stranger Things

Hi all, I’m filling in for Shazia, who couldn’t write a blog post of this week because life throws curveballs.

So this will be a short post, and will continue yesterday’s posts about ghosts, but not really ghosts. Rather I’m more interested this time around with the endnotes that endnote nothing. I’m talking about the ones where Pemulis is with “Postal Weight” and you find out about John Wayne losing his mind. And then in the next note that endnotes nothing, Pemulis is getting the boot while being told what Wayne had said. Continue reading “Stranger Things”

Ghost of an Author/Auteur

You know, Clare was right in her post on Friday: there needs to be more talk of ghosts. So since I was absent (a ghost!) last week, I’ll dive into those same pages when the ghost of JOI appears. This is one way of admitting that I have fallen far behind…but I plan on catching up this week (I’m starting teaching today, so these past couple of weeks have been hectic trying to write the diss and trying to plan my course, while also dealing with a dying computer).

All I could think about while reading the Gately and Wraith conversation was Roland Barthes’ concept of the “death of the author.” If you’re not familiar with it, let me botch the theory for you Continue reading “Ghost of an Author/Auteur”

Carved out of what?

As I said in a comment in Allie’s post last week, I really feel like we’ve hit the turning point of the novel. I called the Gately vs. the Nucks scene as a kind of climax, but I’m not sure if climax is the right word. The novel takes on a different tone, things start moving, but also, I just enjoy some of these parts more.

I want to kinda springboard off of Allie’s post from last week, which focused on the “anhedonia and internal emptiness as hip and cool” (694) amongst U.S.  millennials. Like Allie, I, too, am one who unabashedly loves things and am very confused at the idea of liking something ironically. Continue reading “Carved out of what?”

Misplaced or Lost?

I’m going to apologize right up front: I feel like I don’t have much to say about this week’s pages, not because I didn’t find any of the stuff interesting but because I’ve been too consumed with getting myself to feel better. I’ve been trying to get myself out of the debbie downer dumps for some two weeks now (although the struggle has been something constant since June-ish). But, of course, what this has resulted in is a lot of Analysis-Paralysis and dwelling over things too much. But as of this week, I’m feeling good to take on this billowing horror and to move on. And perhaps what I may be feeling is a feeling of being either misplaced or lost, stuck (hence wanting to move on). Continue reading “Misplaced or Lost?”


My copy of IJ that I am reading is currently in tatters. The endnote pages are falling out, the back cover is unhinged, and a corner of the front cover is nearly torn. So I’ve been taping everything together, whispering a soft, coaxing “there.” As in “there you go, everything will be alright.” (Although this will probably be the last time I read through this copy).

My use of “there” is nothing like Randy Lenz’s use of “there” when he kills animals in garbage bags. Lenz is a pretty terrible character, but I got thinking about his “there” and how it relates to everything else in the novel, or at least to some parts in the novel. Lenz’s “there” is obviously a power thing: Continue reading ““There””