I'm Trying To Make Sure

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?

I Suppose That The Sympathetic/unsympathetic Debate About Characters Sometimes Feels To Me Like A Misstatement Of Purpose. I Always Think Of Truly Complex Characters Are Falling Between The Cracks In That Debate.

People Know That Pain Is Part Of Our Nature, That It Cannot Be Avoided And That It Should Not Be Avoided. But Capitalism In This Country Is Focused On The Idea 1) That Life Can And Should Be Absolutely Beautiful; 2) That Beauty Can Be Defined According To An Ironclad Objective Standard; 3) That Beauty Can Be Held Onto Forever If Only You Do The Right Things Perfectly Enough; And 4) That It Can Be Purchased.

Updike Worked This Way, And I Just Kinda Borrowed It From Him. So The Memoir Will Be Relief From Novel Writing For A Moment.

My Contention Is That That Style Is Just As Stylized As An Ornate Style.