Don’t be discouraged or deceived by the acknowledgements and
thanks indicating that “This book began life as four lectures given for the
Weidenfeld visiting Professorship in European Comparative Literate at St Anne’s
College Oxford, in January and February 2012.”– these are no lectures. Ok, sure
they feel like lectures some of the time, the chapters refer to literature, art
and film and follow the headings she gives them as lectures: On time, On
form, On edge, On offer and On reflection – but really the book is many
metaphors, embedded and embellished. She addresses each of these topics,
wandering through them, holding the hand (wait for the last chapter to
understand that) of her deceased partner (husband?) – he is a presence, in the
way art is an ethereal presence, more than a ghost, and he essentially serves
as a metaphor for art.
As you read her words on form, you want her to return to the
ghost, and she does as she sifts through his vacant office and reads his work,
refers to moments in time when she had a conversation and notes how he used her
ideas and took her suggestions – or was that he borrowed? The ghost lives
on so many levels, as he haunts, reminds, returne, and at the end – he speaks
from the grave – and the stories that melt with conversations and with
the lecture on literature, packs unexpected punches along the way. Not that it
is a good comparison – but Brene Brown heightens the effect of her lectures by
personalizing her science with her own stories; so here, too, the presence of a
lost lover, a ghost, a muse, a voice from the grave, personalizes an otherwise
dry form of literary erudition.
The ghost’s lectures and papers blend and bloom via the reality
of her life as an interpreter of literature creating an emotionally satisfying
“talk”. The book gives the reader a one two punch of both – smart comp
lit and emotionally charged story of processing love and loss – memory and
knowledge become a powerful way to speak from the grave.
-Rene Meyer-Gimberg, Bookseller
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