Enormous Exuberance At The Last Minute
Reading Grace Paley’s Enormous Changes At The Last Minute this weekend, I was amused in light of recent discussions by her willingness to use exclamation points. Some of them seem ironic and Internet-y (which I think she would appreciate—a medium military in origin, propagating OMGs and long cats), others as exuberant as Whitman. She’s as exuberant about sentences as about people; she knows how to twist context and jumble us up along with her. What is one to do, at last, with sentences packed this tightly semi non-sequiturs but marvel:
I wanted to stop and admire the long beach. I wanted to stop in order to think admiringly about New York. There aren’t many rotting cities so tan and sandy and speckled with citizens at their salty edges. But I had already spent a lot of life lying down or standing and staring. I had decided to run.
Which she does, until she gets to her childhood neighborhood, where people trump her plan and she stays for a couple of weeks.
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This week in my independent study we started Paley’s Collected Stories, and alongside my reactions I wanted to post the cover of the edition I am using, which though it doesn’t seem to me that I bought it so many years ago is already browning inwards from the corners.