Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, 2 Vols PDF Ê My Darling,

Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, 2 Vols PDF Ê My Darling,


Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, 2 Vols [KINDLE] ❅ Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, 2 Vols Author Marguerite Young – Larringtonlifecoaching.co.uk This novel is one of the most ambitious and remarkable literary achievements of our time It is a picaresque, psychological novel a novel of the road, a journey or voyage of the human spirit in its sea This novel is one of the most My Darling, ePUB ✓ ambitious and remarkable literary achievements of our time It is a Miss MacIntosh, PDF \ picaresque, psychological novel a novel of the road, a journey or voyage of the human spirit in its search MacIntosh, My Darling, MOBI ô for reality in a world of illusion and nightmare It is an epic of what might be called the Arabian Nights of American life Marguerite Young s method is poetic, imagistic, incantatory in prose of extraordinary richness she tests the nature of her characters and the nature of reality Miss MacIntosh, My Darling is written with oceanic music moving at many levels of consciousness and perception but the toughly fibred realistic fabric is always there, in the happenings of the narrative, the humor, the precise details, the definitions of the characters Miss MacIntosh herself, who hails from What Cheer, Iowa, and seems downright and normal, with an incorruptible sense of humor and the desire to put an end to phantoms Catherine Cartwheel, the opium lady, a recluse who is shut away in a great New England seaside house and entertains imaginary guests Mr Spitzer, the lawyer, musical composer and mystical space traveler, a gentle man, wholly unsure of himself and of reality his twin brother Peron, the gay and raffish gambler and virtuoso in the world of sports Cousin Hannah, the horsewoman, balloonist, mountain climber and militant Boston feminist, known as Al Hamad through all the seraglios of the East Titus Bonebreaker of Chicago, wildman of God dreaming of a heavenly crown the very efficient Christian hangman, Mr Weed of the Wabash River Valley a featherweight champion who meets his equal in a graveyard these are a few who live with phantasmagorical vividness in the pages of Miss MacIntosh, My Darling The novel touches on many aspects of life drug addiction, woman s suffrage, murder, suicide, pregnancy both real and imaginary, schizophrenia, many strange loves, the psychology of gambling, perfectionism but the profusion of this huge book serves always to intensify the force of the central question What shall we do when, fleeing from illusion, we are confronted by illusion What is real, what is dream Is the calendar of the human heart the same as that kept by the earth Is it possible that one may live a secondary life of which one does not know In every aspect, Miss MacIntosh, My Darling stands by itself in the lyric beauty of its prose, its imaginative vitality and cumulative emotional power It is the work of a writer of genius.

    Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, 2 Vols PDF Ê My Darling, Arabian Nights of American life Marguerite Young s method is poetic, imagistic, incantatory in prose of extraordinary richness she tests the nature of her characters and the nature of reality Miss MacIntosh, My Darling is written with oceanic music moving at many levels of consciousness and perception but the toughly fibred realistic fabric is always there, in the happenings of the narrative, the humor, the precise details, the definitions of the characters Miss MacIntosh herself, who hails from What Cheer, Iowa, and seems downright and normal, with an incorruptible sense of humor and the desire to put an end to phantoms Catherine Cartwheel, the opium lady, a recluse who is shut away in a great New England seaside house and entertains imaginary guests Mr Spitzer, the lawyer, musical composer and mystical space traveler, a gentle man, wholly unsure of himself and of reality his twin brother Peron, the gay and raffish gambler and virtuoso in the world of sports Cousin Hannah, the horsewoman, balloonist, mountain climber and militant Boston feminist, known as Al Hamad through all the seraglios of the East Titus Bonebreaker of Chicago, wildman of God dreaming of a heavenly crown the very efficient Christian hangman, Mr Weed of the Wabash River Valley a featherweight champion who meets his equal in a graveyard these are a few who live with phantasmagorical vividness in the pages of Miss MacIntosh, My Darling The novel touches on many aspects of life drug addiction, woman s suffrage, murder, suicide, pregnancy both real and imaginary, schizophrenia, many strange loves, the psychology of gambling, perfectionism but the profusion of this huge book serves always to intensify the force of the central question What shall we do when, fleeing from illusion, we are confronted by illusion What is real, what is dream Is the calendar of the human heart the same as that kept by the earth Is it possible that one may live a secondary life of which one does not know In every aspect, Miss MacIntosh, My Darling stands by itself in the lyric beauty of its prose, its imaginative vitality and cumulative emotional power It is the work of a writer of genius."/>
  • Paperback
  • 1198 pages
  • Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, 2 Vols
  • Marguerite Young
  • English
  • 06 November 2018
  • 1564780155

About the Author: Marguerite Young

Marguerite Vivian Young was an American author My Darling, ePUB ✓ of poetry, fiction, non fiction, and criticism Her work evinced an Miss MacIntosh, PDF \ interest in the American identity, social issues, and environmentalismHer first book of poetry was published in , while she MacIntosh, My Darling, MOBI ô was teaching high school English in Indianapolis In that same year, she visited New Harmony, Indiana, the site of two former utopian communities, where her mother and stepfather resided She relocated to New Harmony and spent seven years there, beginning work on Angel in the Forest, a study of utopian concepts and communities Angel in the Forest was published in to universal acclaim, winning the Guggenheim and Newberry Library awards Over the next fifty years, while maintaining an address in New York s Greenwich Village, she traveled extensively and wrote articles, poetry, and book reviews for numerous magazines and newspapers She was also renowned as a teacher of writing at a number of venues, including the New School for Social Research and Fordham UniversityMarguerite Young s epic novel, Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, was informed by her concept of history and pluralistic psychology, as well as her poetic prose style with its many layers of images and languages.



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  1. Fionnuala Fionnuala says:

    I ve never been so full of words as after reading this book, itself so very full of words And yet the words inspired by the reading are hard to grasp, they slip through my fingers, fly out of my grasp, flit away on the breeze of an afternoon, such an afternoon as is pleasantly spent turning the leaves of this book in a garden, beneath a tree, the sunlight stealing through the gaps in the canopy overhead dappling the page, causing the words to shimmer and shift, while the breeze, that same breez I ve never been so full of words as after reading this book, itself so very full of words And yet the words inspired by the reading are hard to grasp, they slip through my fingers, fly out of my grasp, flit away on the breeze of an afternoon, such an afternoon as is pleasantly spent turning the leaves of this book in a garden, beneath a tree, the sunlight stealing through the gaps in the canopy overhead dappling the page, causing the words to shimmer and shift, while the breeze, that same breeze, lifts a strand of my hair, whispers a kiss along the nape of my neck and, having cajoled me nicely, reaches in to snatch those word pictures forming in my head as I read, whisking them away and up so that they go twirling and swirling, separating and reforming, now a pair of butterflies circling each other in an eternal mating dance, now the lacey edge of a flowing skirt sweeping across the waving sands of a desert far away, shapeshifting in a mirage of heat into a masculine figure on horseback galloping off to disappear into a black speck, a speck that passes through a keyhole in the clouds and reemerges on the other side of the horizon astride the moon, a little stick person in men s boots and a red wig who drops gently onto a New England beach and pokes at the flotsam with the tip of her umbrella, unearthing here a wedding ornament, there a funeral wreath, singing old sea shell songs as she goes, crossing paths with a sad and black cloaked angel toting an alpenhorn, weighty with the sins of the world, while a horizontal figure like a hibernating butterfly at one remove from life drowses away the years in a crumbling mansion with no north, accompanied by wraiths from all the ages, endlessly bidding farewell to the world, and a lonesome bus ploughs through the Iowa night with a phantom driver and three spectral passengers towards what cheer I may well ask.What have I read How has it been written Does it cohere Is coherence so vital Does beauty have to make sense What s on the other side of beauty Can I contemplate it Am I repeating myself Does repertition uncover new layers Do lists constitute literature Will I read the second half of this million word work Does my love of words override my love of economy How many ways can I ask the same question How can sublime sentences become nightmarish chapters How can nightmarish chapters be made up of sublime sentences Will I ever succeed in understanding the essence of Miss Young s writing, the buzzing, the hum as of a corpse beneath the envelope of the text Has anybody ever succeeded in pinning down this phantasm of a narrative If they have, should I search out their explanation of her word riddles But why should I, when I can read hers instead, her ignotum per ignotious, her mystery of the mystery, her search for the true in the false Why should you

  2. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    My brain hurts, my brain hurts hold the front page, my fellow scrabblers at the coalface of literature, I think I may have found the worst book in the world An achievement of sorts, you must agree Anyway, for now Miss Macintosh, My Darling is the GOLD STANDARD of total crapness Future terrible novels will be rated thus this novel scores 5.4 on the MMMD scale They call it oceanic It s actually diarhhoeic It took her 18 years to write Excellent Never wrote another novel Evenexce My brain hurts, my brain hurts hold the front page, my fellow scrabblers at the coalface of literature, I think I may have found the worst book in the world An achievement of sorts, you must agree Anyway, for now Miss Macintosh, My Darling is the GOLD STANDARD of total crapness Future terrible novels will be rated thus this novel scores 5.4 on the MMMD scale They call it oceanic It s actually diarhhoeic It took her 18 years to write Excellent Never wrote another novel Evenexcellent.I will give you an idea of what lies within these pages The great, sea blackened house with golden spires and cornices and towers peeled by the salt air, dark allees, hidden interiors, the drawing rooms where the hostess had not set foot for many years, as many drawing rooms as the tideless years, the rooms too many for mortal use, chambers within chambers, the gilded mirroring ballrooms where no one danced, the hangings of scaly gold and rain stained velvet, the heathen monsters everywhere, the painted, clouded ceilings illuminated by partial apparitions of the gods, the silken, padded walls, the ropes of rusted bells, the angels and the cherubim and the immortal rose, the dream of heaven, the lily breasted virgins sporting in fields of asphodel, the water gurgling gargoyles or those coated by dust, the interior and exterior fountains, the broken marble statues in ruined gardens sloping towards the sea, the disc throwers, the fat cupids, the thin psyches with flowing curls, the mute Appollo Belvedere, the king s horsemen, the life sized chessmen seeming to move against the moving clouds that moved above the moving waters, the sea light lighting their wooden eyes, the seagulls perched like drifts of snow upon their heads.It seems no one mentions that mostly Marguerite Young is just channelling Edgar Allen Poe with a large dollop of HP Lovecraft and a sprinkling of Aubrey Beardsley stirred in Heavily laden with jewels as a Greek corpse, my mother, she who had retired from the brutal world, whose eyes were shielded against the vulgar sunlight, slept for tideless years which were her vast excitement, surrounding herself with a world of dreams, visions, phantoms, her bedroom filled with visitors as Grand Central Station, some from the shores of Hades, voices of the dead, faded movie stars of the silent flicker films, spirits like long nosed bird dogs and another huge list of imaginary people and critters thronging her mother s Grand Central Stationlike bedroom.This is not writing, it s vaporising by someone who really really wants to write an epic novel but doesn t know how and hasn t actually done anything except sit in a room wanting to write a big novel One of her fans, Deanne Sole in Popmatters, says that repetition was one of Miss Young s techniques and within a random five pages she finds the following He had heard the cloud burst snowflake falling through a cloud an alphorn blowing through clouds fogs and waters and rolling clouds Dog star in the rolling cloud blowing his horn in the clouds faded in distant thunder clouds The cloud upon the face of beauty was beauty itself So he would never lift the cloud mountain tomb or cloud citadel into waters and clouds when the clouds creaked find her way through the heavy winds and clouds And she adds Around the clouds, clouds, clouds, there are moons, moons, moons and fog, fog, fogNow, this is a fan speaking She calls this technique experimental daring Other less well disposed readers might instead characterise it as inept or dreadful or amateurish Lyrical and incantatory, they call it But you may call it like to drive you out of your mind I am in awe of anyone who has read all of book one, never mind book two No, cancel the awe I think they need to see someone The story consists of a woman on a bus thinking about her mother who lies in bed dreaming about imaginary people The mother is probably dead Most people in the book probably do not exist But whether the characters exist or don t is kind of beside the point here The whole of human experience is kind of also beside the point This is a woozy wordy never use one word where 500 will do dream It s a dream about a dream, lasting 1000 pages There is no dialogue None at all There are three page long paragraphs The fairly few opinions you can find about this novel are 95% favourable There s a cult The cult members say this novel has been unfairly ignored But I say it has been very fairly ignored, very politely ignored, by the vast majority Readers have stepped round this novel If they have ever heard of it, they have looked askance and moved carefully away They are right to continue to do so But are the cult members completely wrong Is this novel really this is the main claim daringly experimental When I think of novels that did things differently, that tore up the rules, I think of Ulysses, Mrs Dalloway, The Sound and the Fury, Lolita, Moby Dick, The Mezzanine, Beautiful Losers these novels I regard with awe and trembling and others I find unreadable, say Infinite Jest or Speedboat or Finnegans Wake or probably The Recognitions still I can completely accept their bold originality Perhaps MMMD is original insofar as no one else has produced 1000 pages of stunningly repetitive waffly nonsensical blathery dream writing with no relation to anything like life as it has ever been lived I wonder how many of these cult members have really read MMMD, or maybe they just spent a month skipping around reading a few pages here and there and got the jist and liked the idea of MMMD I don t usually impute base motives to literary enthusiasms Hmm can this MMMD bashing really be justified Is it really really that bad Try this She had cried outside many gates of stillness where only her own voice had cried back to her, bouncing like the echo, little doubt, or like a ball, and sometimes she had heard that echo of which there had been no voice as there had been no shadow of her, and she had knocked at many doors which had not opened to her knocking, and some said that she was only the shadow and thus did not recognize herself, for the shadow knew not the substance although the substance knew the shadow, and some said that there had never been a lady but this lady who was lost and wandering through mountain storms where wandered also the sails of yachts white as that snow through which they wandered from pole to pole but how muchsuccessful she had been in her failure than if only one door had opened to her knock.Possibly I can see some readers able to accept MMMD in the spirit of high camp, to be set next to Pink Flamingos, or Jeff Koons art or Mommie Dearest or the Carry On movies but not really because they all had a camp consciousness, they were playing for laughs MMMD islike Valley of the Dolls Jaqueline Susann was completely serious when writing that lurid piece of rancid trash and her obliviousness to its awfulness enshrines it with lovers of camp as the real deal In the same way, if you can take pleasure in a self deluded self obsessed one thousand page dream novel of fantastic pretensions and no original ideas and a vocabulary that redefines the concept of turgidity then MMMD will be exactly what you need in your life

  3. Jonathan Jonathan says:

    What a strange, bewildering, unheimlich novel this is At times I felt as though someone was projecting Parajanov s The Color of Pomegranates on top of Bergmans Winter Light, and I was being asked to watch and appreciate them both simultaneously So the question is, and a rather appropriate one it is too in light of the topics discussed below how can a novel be both a success and a failure How can it succeed even as it fails For I do not think it possible to argue that this overflowing text What a strange, bewildering, unheimlich novel this is At times I felt as though someone was projecting Parajanov s The Color of Pomegranates on top of Bergmans Winter Light, and I was being asked to watch and appreciate them both simultaneously So the question is, and a rather appropriate one it is too in light of the topics discussed below how can a novel be both a success and a failure How can it succeed even as it fails For I do not think it possible to argue that this overflowing text works as a novel usually does it certainly also contains long sections which fail to work by any standard one would usually apply to prose and yet, somehow, it is impossible to judge it anything other than an extraordinary success It succeeds in that it remains true, completely and unrelentingly true, to the artistic vision of its author No consideration is given to a potential Reader, and the text is not concerned with readability or readerly enjoyment I found at least 300 pages of it very hard going indeed, boring in fact, and yet I cannot see how they could be cut, nor would I consider suggesting you skip them Perhaps Ms Young was right to state that she thinks it should have been published in 2 or three volumes, just to break things up a bitThis text is doing many things, and part of what it is doing is a kind of thinking which exists somewhere between philosophy, spiritualism and narrative fiction The closest analogy I can think of is The Death of Virgil, which is also a masterpiece I will ramble a bit about some of the many things this text is doing by way of some sort of reviewWhat shall we do when, fleeing from illusion, we are confronted by illusion When falling from illusion, we fall into illusion Have we not deceived ourselves Where was the real worldOur language, and, of course, our concepts, our ideas, our culture and our experience of Self, do not deal well with paradox or with multiplicity The image above, for instance, is both a picture of a young woman and a picture of an old one at the same time it is many other things as well we see it as a type , a category for instance classed with other optical illusions In the preceding sentence I had to say that it was A B, which maintains a separateness, a duality What I cannot call it is an AB , an youngwomanoldwoman , and yet this is what it is at least, that is one thing it is There is also the legendary Double slit experiment also quite wonderfully coincidentally known as Young s Experiment I will let someone much better than me explain it see here the problems of a language not developed to deal with the quantum worldLight is not behaving like a particle or a wave, it is some third thing which is both and neither We say wave particle duality as a convenient short hand for asubtle truth If I describe a man as boring , we instantly exclude the possibility in our minds that he may also be interesting If I tell you that someone was a dreamer, we would not expect also to be told they were a realist.Any yet it is, in reality , perfectly possible for both to be the case A man can be a failure and a success, he can be an idiot and a genius, driven and apathetic, all at the same time Something can behave like a particle and like a wave Is a woman pregnant with a dead child a mother or not One can pursue the real through the imaginary One can find truth in lies The impossible, the fantastical, is a vital component of the possible and the mundane The desire to categorize and be necessity generalize is fundamental to the human condition It is also extremely dangerous And extremely limiting And, of course, it is a small percentage of sentences in any novel that have a criterion to allow us to decide their truth value So why would we even bother Werner Herzog once said thisWe must ask of reality how important is it, really And how important, really, is the Factual Of course, we can t disregard the factual it has normative power But it can never give us the kind of illumination, the ecstatic flash, from which Truth emerges If only the factual, upon which the so called cin ma v rit fixates, were of significance, then one could argue that the v rit the truth at its most concentrated must reside in the telephone book in its hundreds of thousands of entries that are all factually correct and, so, correspond to reality If we were to call everyone listed in the phone book under the name Schmidt, hundreds of those we called would confirm that they are called Schmidt yes, their name is Schmidt.In my film Fitzcarraldo, there is an exchange that raises this question Setting off into the unknown with his ship, Fitzcarraldo stops over at one of the last outposts of civilization, a missionary station Fitzcarraldo And what do the older Indians say Missionary We simply cannot cure them of their idea that ordinary life is only an illusion, behind which lies the reality of dreamsthe whole piece is well worth a read, and excellently translated herethe reality of dreamsis a pretty good subtitle for Miss Mac, as would the dreams of reality be as well Our author seeks to deal with this problem by constantly re stating, constantly re describing, in slight and subtly different ways, experience both remembered and forgotten The Reader carries all these descriptions with them, holding paradoxes in place due to the linear, temporal nature of our movement through the text By this I mean that we are told A, then B, then AB, then C which contains parts of A and B, all of which allow for a character to exist in a state of permanent flux, in a state of paradox bouncing instantaneously between contradictory positions For instance, consider the following propositions 1 David was cruel 2 David could be kind 3 David could be cruel 4 David was kindThe meaning of kind in respect to David in point 4 is modified by points 1 3 Points 2 4 modify point 1 retrospectively, and points 1 3 modify point 4 prospectively The effect of the unmodified point 1 is thereforepowerful than the modified point 4 , due to the order in which we read.Each of the statements is a fact yet, in actuality, none is true independently from the other What we would want to call the reality of David is all of these statements together.Characters are described to us in novels, the events of their lives are set out before us, yet we are usually only directed along one path we may jump around in time or in perspective, but there is usually a truth of the events and personages we are being shown Young refused to be limited If Self, if Being, is illimitable, then ones tracing of it must be similarly endless One must describe something simple in terms of the ornate, something mundane in terms of the fantastical, one must conjure Arabian Nights in order to describe an English seaside bedroom Nothing in this novel is meaningless, though it is often nonsensical There is the bald truth of Miss MacIntosh s head, and the fiery beauty of her wig There is the beauty of purity and the beauty of the mongrel There are angels and unicorns and ghosts and a thousand waking dreams What is the relationship between the nexus of meaning in Young s mind when the sentence was committed to paper, and mine when I read it Whatever your particular philosophical position will determine how you answer that question Personally I do believe there is an Author Reader connection a particular mind has selected words which are part of our shared world, its games are familiar to me, I know the rules Each word has an effect and, while this effect may differ from person to person from time to time, there is enough that remains in common for a guiding hand to be felt We can only speak, can only write, can only read, because we have already listened to language Yes there is a part of language that is private, but there is also a part which must be shared Language is, as Heidegger taught us, world disclosure it structures our access to the world, our understanding of ourselves and of others and of the world of things is contained within language, is revealed to us by and through and with language And we cannot step outside of this language determined world to order to establish whether or not it is an illusion, whether or not it is truly real The way in which we understand something determines for us what that thing is There is no escaping from this If one writes in full awareness of all this, what sort of novel would one produceLanguage is a life, is our life and the life of the things Not that language takes possession of life and reserves it for itself what would there be to say if there existed nothing but things said It is the error of the semantic philosophies to close up language as if it spoke only of itself language lives only from silence everything we cast to the others has germinated in this great mute land which we never leave language is not a mask over Being, but if one knows how to grasp it with all its roots and all its folliation the most valuable witness to BeingMaurice Merleau Ponty The Visible and the Invisible 1968 All that folliation is hard to grasp, impossible really And without it any text is simply a partial witness, a flawed and incomplete witness, a misdirection, a failure So every text cannot but be a failure And the closer one comes to creating a success, theunreadable it would become It is therefore not surprising that this novel is as frustrating, as bewildering, as incomprehensible, as boring yes, I challenge anyone not to have periods of slog between these pages as it is But that does not in any way stop it also being a work of genius, of brilliance, of unbelievable beauty and profound philosophical depth The novel calls for an acceptance of the reality of illusion, of the bald head beneath the beautiful red hair, to face and come to terms with the loss of solid ground, to allow the mind built world to grow rampant and full of flowering, to risk the baroque, the ornate, the poetic in all things Critics of this novel often claim it is repetitious As though this is somehow due to Young s failure as a writer as if she lacked the imagination or literary ability to use a thesaurus She is, however, writing in the wake of Stein, for a start Here is a quote from The Making of Americans which I will let stand on its ownEvery one is always repeating the whole of them Always, one having loving repeating to getting completed understanding must have in them an open feeling, a sense for all the slightest variations in repeating, must never lose themselves so in the solid steadiness of all repeating that they do not hear the slightest variation If they get deadened by the steady pounding of repeating they will not learn from each one even though each one always is repeating the whole of them they will not learn the completed history of them, they will not know the being really in them.As I was saying every one always is repeating the whole of them As I was saying sometimes it takes many years of listening, seeing, living, feeling, loving the repeating there is in some before one comes to a completed understanding This is now a description, of such a way of hearing, seeing, feeling, living, loving, repetition.Mostly everyone loves some one s repeating Mostly everyone, then, comes to know then the being of some one by loving the repeating in them, the repeating coming out of them There are some who love everybody s repeating, this is now a description of such loving in one.Mostly everyone loves some one s repeating Everyone always is repeating the whole of them This is now a history of getting completed understanding by loving repeating in every one the repeating that always is coming out of them as a complete history of them This is now a description of learning to listen to all repeating that every one is always making of the whole of themThis is also importantly a novel about Death, with a capital D , and about Death in Life and Life in Death, about the way the world unfolds if one is willing to see the presence of Death in it at all times, when one admits that there is no duality here There is an extraordinary section towards the end of the novel about stillbirth, and about the impossibly pre born dead, the mother of a child without life, a cargo vessel empty of cargoAnd, speaking of Mothers, this is most certainly also a novel about them about absent mothers, surrogate mothers, impossible mothers, imagined mothers, self hating mothers and about simply Motherhood that too often idolised state of Being in all its complexity and contradictionThe danger with this sort of thing and a lot of themetaphysical elements of the novel , of course, is that one can end up in New Age territory something I have a very low tolerance for and this novel certainly contains passages that would not be out of place on the wall of a shop selling healing crystals But I can forgive it for that It is worth reading a paragraph of wooly minded spiritual pontification for a sentence of pure genius At least, I think so anywayAnd so, in summation, you can probably tell from the above that this is an impossible novel impossible to read, impossible to write about, impossible to forget It is an extraordinary work of art, but one that is unlikely to appeal to most However, I do think the first 300 pages at least are well worth giving a go, just to spend some time in this unique and stunningly beautiful prose I can promise you that there is nothing else out there that can compare A Miss Mac Group can be found here of 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  4. Nathan "N.R." Gaddis Nathan "N.R." Gaddis says:

    It has been several weeks past now that I completed my initial reading of Marguerite Young s Miss MacIntosh, My Darling Reviewing it has been stymied I d really very much like to write something here that might convince you and manybesides to read her novel I ve now read all her prose work which managed to find itself published, and decry the fact that our literary world has left so much in the archive still I ve read as much as I could find which has been written about her It is not It has been several weeks past now that I completed my initial reading of Marguerite Young s Miss MacIntosh, My Darling Reviewing it has been stymied I d really very much like to write something here that might convince you and manybesides to read her novel I ve now read all her prose work which managed to find itself published, and decry the fact that our literary world has left so much in the archive still I ve read as much as I could find which has been written about her It is not much She needs her Jack Green to her William Gaddis, but I doubt very much that I am up to the task Many early reviews of Miss MacIntosh were as stultified as those of The Recognitions She belongs among the Great Tradition of The Novel as practiced in the twentieth century.What qualifies her novel is the fact that nothing else exists that is like this The simple formula is opium dream but that is only the half, even less, being the portion in regard to Vera s mother, The Opium Lady, whose fact is fiction and therebyreal even than your waking world There is Mr Spitzer who does not know if it is he that lives while his twin brother died or whether he has died and it is his brother who lives Cousin Hannah, the suffragette Miss MacIntosh who once walked into the ocean and never returned Esther Longtree, forever pregnant and birthing naught but the stillbirth d The bus driver The bus Characters Nothing happens Nothing can happen But it all does.This novel is huge It comes to a close on page 1198 but does not end What it does is render truth the truth of experience which is simply too close for us to see it except as refracted in fiction, in art But the rendering of experience is only the means of creating the experience The truth is that there are here no concessions to The Reader because Ms Young s fidelity, as is the case for any artist, is to the truth of this experience There are no falsifications which would ease the stuff into a form already familiar It is this fidelity to how it is which renders the novel strange our expectations for falsification is here entirely frustrated Beginning, middle, and end a narrative structure chop d up into plot points is what I mean by falsification Here we read experience directly, immediately Please do read Ms Young s novel Read it in its first edition hardcover which is a beautiful object Read it with a leather bookmark Read it at night Read it one sentence at a time Do not rush through it Become immersed in it Allow it to reside with you sojourn within it for a year at a time She would hang a sign in the restaurant window Owt to luntsch Bee bak in a whale For she could not spell either __________An older comment view spoiler Bringing it all uptodate there exists now a reading group dedicated to all things Young This woman has been sin d against by every facet of the publishing industry Fire the Bastards with the near sole exception of Dalkey Archive ie, Steven Moore which made one of its most integrity evidencing decisions back in the early nineties, pub ing a number of her works and collecting a bunch of not collected stuff This woman can write like nomans business.Miss MacIntosh, My Darling group is Marguerite Young Apparently, there s audio for chapters one and two linked here.___________From The Paris Review,Interviewed by Charles E RuasFall 1977http www.theparisreview.org intervi hide spoiler

  5. Vit Babenco Vit Babenco says:

    Is the girl mad Or is the world mad Miss MacIntosh, My Darling is a saga of the mad girl in the mad world I had peered into all faces, seeing none, only those who were already gone, only those who could not answer My illness had been great, dead souls like the autumn leaves stirring where I walked, and could I have believed in the ultimate harmony, I could have been among them, but there had been only, in my narrow experience, the dream of chaos repeating chaos, so what I looked for always in Is the girl mad Or is the world mad Miss MacIntosh, My Darling is a saga of the mad girl in the mad world I had peered into all faces, seeing none, only those who were already gone, only those who could not answer My illness had been great, dead souls like the autumn leaves stirring where I walked, and could I have believed in the ultimate harmony, I could have been among them, but there had been only, in my narrow experience, the dream of chaos repeating chaos, so what I looked for always in the streets of those great harbor cities, was it not merely another illusion, that of the peace which should not be realized in heaven or on earth Repetitions, variations of thoughts and misconceptions, versions of events and dreams and nightmares Marguerite Young constructs the impassable mazes of words until her narration turns into the simulacrum of hallucinations and delirium of paranoia Perhaps there might be beyond all modes of being a being without mode, point beyond the ultimate point, that eternal point where all lines converge, both beginning and ending, where there is no distinction, no individual, no image, no ego, no shattered memory, no mirror of consciousness, as there might be also an unknown land land of infinite greyness Miss MacIntosh, My Darling is packed to the rafters with reminiscences first of all it is reminiscent of The Book of the Dead Genesis and Ecclesiastes, Revelation and Gospels and other books of the Old and New Testament Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Bluebeard, Alice s Adventures in Wonderland and other fairytales.For one moment, it seemed that the moving waters stood still, and I could hear a sound as of harpers harping on those seas of glass which man shall behold at the end of time when the heavens are parted, when the sky rolls back like a scroll.Na ve reverie, opium visions, split personality, chase after futile ideals some live feeding on their illusions and some die of disillusionment Why was it said that God created us We were created by the dragonfly dropping upon its silken cable line We were created by the images of the uncreated creation We were created by a falling star singing as it fell We were created by a shadow moving where the shadow increased.The world is a reality given to us to perceive in our madness

  6. woodshadows woodshadows says:

    I became aware of this book while looking at Wikipedia s list of longest novels ever written and published After reading the description of it as an opium dream I was intrigued, having loved all stream of consciousness modernist writing from Joyce to Faulkner I set about my task, to find a copy of this seemingly out of print book Luckily people seem to be trying to unload the several lingering copies in existence for a very inexpensive price on any online retailer of used books.A month la I became aware of this book while looking at Wikipedia s list of longest novels ever written and published After reading the description of it as an opium dream I was intrigued, having loved all stream of consciousness modernist writing from Joyce to Faulkner I set about my task, to find a copy of this seemingly out of print book Luckily people seem to be trying to unload the several lingering copies in existence for a very inexpensive price on any online retailer of used books.A month later and a big heavy package arrives from the U.S Inside are two softcover volumes, within a hard case Volume 1 600 pages Volume 2 1200 pages Large dense pages, few paragraph breaks, this will take some time to get through but I am going to immerse myself in these mysterious writings, I am going to read it in 2 6 hour spurts per week as I work late at night as a security guard guarding a building which requires little watchfulness on my part.So I have begun I had to finish reading the Rainbow so had only a little chance to read up to page 47 My impressions thus far are manifold and sometimes contradictory At time the refrain in the back of my head continues to pelt me with this is sheer brilliance , only to succeed to the thought of this is complete amateurish purple prose with little substance I have many images from these first fifty pages, a world is being created in my head, a world inhabited by ghouls and mirages, opium dreams indeed, as the writing uses poetic language, conflicting dualities and repetitious language to construct a world of madness in which ones foot is never on solid ground After having read the rainbow with its mouthpiece philosophizing characters this is a change indeed, philosophy here is not hammered into you in fact there may be very little philosophy or only that which can be inferred from a story, like Joyce s Ulysses, which doesn t force philosophy down your throat with convenient character mouthpieces, but instead transmits ideas subtly through osmosis of perceiving character motivations and movements This book seems to be about obsession, but I don t know whether I can speak confidently on that point just yet, only 50 pages in I like obsession however, my girlfriend had a friend in her childhood, an older man who looked out for her, he became an expert on an obscure topic scallops, devoted his life to the study of scallops, and not even scallops as a whole, but only one specific kind He wrote several books about this one species of scallop, completely laser focused upon this one minute facet of the physical world This book reminds me of this, an obsession with a lady, written by an obsessive lady, a testament to obsession, we shall see where this leads, hopefully with motivation and free time I will be able to update this further as I feel a sadness that such a valuable piece of writing has been so neglected, like a threatened species, I would like to offer my own little contribution to its continued existence, it doesnt deserve extinction.March 3 2013 Update I am now 250 pages in, I m getting a far greater sense for where this book is going and what this book is trying to do This is some twisted, dark writing, the stuff of a lunatics worst nightmare Strange, such an innocent sounding title, written by a sweet old lady, Marguerite Young Perhaps that is part of what makes it extra creepy and dark, that on the surface it seems like it will be so safe and innocent, perhaps if this were written by Poe or King it wouldn t be so shocking But no, that isn t entirely true, it s the writing itself, the form it takes, the way it builds through free association, dream imagery, it s everything Joyce failed to accomplish with Finnegans Wake Where Joyce attempted to mimic dream language through a play upon words, creating a wilderness of puns and portmanteaus, a landscape of incomprehensible nonsense, Young paints like an abstract artist with pictures of monsters and unicorns and lusts and fears, a canvas rich with meaning which one may not initially understand but which builds with each mounting page, each page crashing and cascading with ripple effect into a tidal wave of understanding King might write the whore rapes the man while dancing wickedly upon the beach, this is upfront, he ll throw in some swear words, some sex, some creep factor, it s all very innocent ultimately because it s handed to you freely, the reader, filtered through the logic of the conscious mind The writing in MMMD on the other hand, is subtle and hypnotising, it catches you unawares and reaches straight for your subconscious mind, bypassing your conscious mind altogether in many cases, no defense available to water down the substance of what you have read There is a story here richly layered and creeping softly like death upon you as you read, the monotony of time ticking on as you are lulled into a receptive state This experience is akin to ingesting hallucinogenic drugs, as you are reading you are lost in the uncharted territory of your subconscious, when you put the book down and return to reality you are changed forever This is a book that can be life changing I don t know that I love this book, but I know that it s something special and I am curious to see how I will feel about it as the pages roll by. after all, I am only 250 pages into a 1700 page book, long, dense pages, few paragraph breaks, walls of text, speed reading almost impossible with the density of prose March 17 2013 Update Volume 1 finished I also realize now that I look at volume 2 that though volume 2 ends on page 1200 or so, it actually begins on the page count following the last page of volume 1. therefore I only have about 600 pages left, meaning I m halfway through, meaning an enormous sigh of relief as what I thought was another 1200 pages to read is actually only 600 Now that I am halfway through my perceptions have changed of course I think as with tv shows, where the creative limitations of a focused subject begin to see the wear of time upon them, the so called jumping the shark phenomenon , so with long books like this, once the initial spark of creativity has exhausted itself the remains are just spent fuel smouldering on, long past their powers to warm and inspire What I mean is, at a certain point, I d say around the time cousin Hannah was introduced, this book became a chore to read and less a pleasure The meandering narrative which seems to call to the front lines as many adverbs and adjectives as can reasonably be used to stretch a simple sentence into two pages worth of rambling, can be very trying on a readers nerves, especially as the same words continually pop up fireflies starfish pearl divers starlight twinkling great suffragette amongst many others Again I am where I began, brilliance or purple prose, I can t decide, it s definitely a mix of both At times I really begin to wonder whether insecurity was the great inspirer of this author, trying so excruciatingly hard to prove herself through use of expanded metaphor, expanded vocabulary, as if she scoured thesaureses to try to find as many possible convoluted ways to describe the same thing ten thousand times in the course of hundreds of pages A simple description of a simple event ends up creating a ripple effect of page upon painful page of restating the same thing several times in several different ways, kind of like what I m doing here, like the poor writer that she and I am can t be content with a simple stating of idea but instead must keep repeating it over and over and over, so afraid that the reader might not fully understand exactly what is trying to be conveyed, except in her case she veers into so many flights of literary fancy that it s really maddening at times I have to admit reading this for 6 hours straight two days in a row was one of the most painful self lacerations I ve ever exposed myself to, this is a cruelty which only the most masochistic of readers should undertake to read, be warned It s also A for bragging rights though, so that has to be worth something right It has all the elements for a bragging rights novel It s obscure, read by very few people in its entire history, it s difficult to read, both for length, boredom of subject and some of the vocabulary and metaphors may be difficult for the majority of people It s also super creepy and messed up All the elements a person might wish to have for the very best bragging rights book ever invented After all, you didn t think I actually read this just for the sake of trying to support a neglected artist or to expand my mind , heck no, I want all the glories of the ego which this brutalistic reading experience can bring.April 2 2013 Update For someone with not a lot to say, she sure does say it in many different ways I think humans, even in the age of word processors, simply do not have the capacity to write long meaningful works of fiction Weaving a universe which is cohesive, a plot line which flows in an interesting way, or even some semblance of narrative, is nigh impossible for the human brain Just think of the time and effort required to proofread ones own essay, 10 page let s say Such proofreading requires enormous time and effort to make sure everything is just right Now let s look at a work of fiction as opposed to an essay which generally is written about something concrete and tangible , one which runs on for 1200 pages Given that reading such a work requires numerous days to accomplish, the task of editing proofreading, is going to be very sloppy and imperfect When I am proofreading a 10 page essay I read the entire thing from start to finish to experience how it sounds in my head, but in the case of a 1200 page work such a task isn t really feasible forcing the author to instead focus upon chapter by chapter at best Likely this is why such works rarely give the feel of a cohesive work, they instead feel like little vignettes strung together This novel, for the uninitiated, runs for about 400 pages and within that span contains an interesting little story After those 400 pages the reader is served a heaping 400 page portion of imo rubbish, the same two little ideas repeated ad nauseum I don t think it would be much of a spoiler to mention them here Two rather minor at least relative to the standpoint of the protagonist of this book , are examined up close, not really ever exploring their characters,using them as focal points for poetic license, the author writing in giant flights of mind numbingly boring fancy Mr Spitzer, the brother of the dead husband of the crazy mother, who we are told never knows whether he s alive or dead, since his twin brother is dead and he is sometimes confused for the dead brother This uh, super deep philosophical idea is repeated over the course of about 200 pages at least The other person is cousin Hannah. the I think. cousin of the crazy mother, who has been introduced for the purpose of discoursing at great length about how she is a great champion of feminism These aren t even horrible ideas in themselves, these could be explored in interesting ways, but the author only rarely gets at the core of anything, instead preferring to write huge swathes of prose with no bearing upon anything She may go on a 20 page jaunt about cousin Hannah spending time with Julius Caesar, unicorns, rainbows, Arabs, in tents, in India The author is trying to eek out every last drop of her vocabulary upon paper, in some insecure bid to prove that she has literary worth In any event, after that horrible 400 pages in which the reader really must practice extreme fortitude to persevere through, finally one arrives on the other side for what seems to be the final 400 pages, which has now finally come back to the main narrative A 400 page digression in between, with little worth, even less relevancy, is what really sabotages this novel for me, it s unforgivable I really was expecting the entire time surely this must end after 20 pages, a little diversionary narrative departure , but alas no, it continues for about 400 pages It remains to be seen how this final 400 will run, so far it s been okay, I have about 290 pages left of this novel in total, so I am looking forward to the conclusion so that I can get back to GOOD reads.April 13 2013 Update Two hundred pages talking about a waitress and her proclivity for having miscarriages in rapid succession This waitress was introduced as the main character happened to enter a cafe of some sort This book is my punishment for trying to be a mister smarty pants, mister hardcore reader reading the big weird long books that no one has ever heard about My punishment to have spent this month and a half reading entirely pointless drivel Anyways, for the lazy review reader I leave you a petty and evil little gift, a 5 star rating, to hopefully induce you into also reading this and suffering the same fate I did

  7. M. Sarki M. Sarki says:

    He is but as the stubble of the field, and yet he has no beard My completed study of this epic novel spanned fifteen months beginning in January of 2015 Almost immediately upon beginning to read I recognized Marguerite Young s genius and realized I would not be able to retain in my body her beautiful words while conducting what has become for me a typically recreational enjoyment I decided I would have to instead devour this 1198 page work in increment He is but as the stubble of the field, and yet he has no beard My completed study of this epic novel spanned fifteen months beginning in January of 2015 Almost immediately upon beginning to read I recognized Marguerite Young s genius and realized I would not be able to retain in my body her beautiful words while conducting what has become for me a typically recreational enjoyment I decided I would have to instead devour this 1198 page work in increments of two to four page sittings What struck me throughout these many months was her fierce attachment to her artistic vision There seemed to be no consideration for her reader at all other than her implied promise to keep true to her subjects as well as her unrelenting gaze held steadfast on the object of her dream And though I did enjoy the entire text in the greater sense of art, the immensity of my love centered on her unwavering dedication to her never ending dreamscape It was simply amazing how she never once veered from the tone she established on the very first page, and how she kept it all together for the seventeen years it took to complete the novel to her satisfaction I consider this novel as being one very long, distinguished and sophisticated, lyrically beautiful, poem And it matters not the speed in which one reads it either, or where a stray but personal thought might take us within Young s text For me it is all an elaborate digressive dream Such a beautifully written book Not one word wasted, though many Often I felt I was going nowhere reading her, but nonetheless I remained endlessly, and happily, trapped inside her marvelous hallucination But it was never easy, only palatable because of my discipline for humanely consuming only two to four pages each day It also occurs to me how remarkable the many years of diligent and exhausting research she must have conducted to achieve this great, and believable, work There is no way any one person, especially a writer, could possibly be this knowledgeable about our lives which include the mundane and countless nuances coming from every walk of life In the extreme seclusion of pen and paper, a writer often fails to share in many of the common experiences she might indeed write about But in fact I did believe and trust in her, though I knew in time we might both be hallucinating And there was never a sign or hint of any hidden agenda so often discovered in our latest contemporary works Just Young s extremely joyful delight in language and her learning about history and the past and present worlds drifting at times all around us.This novel certainly is not for everybody And the proof can be seen in all the abandoned attempts of others attempting to read her But for those of us who can give her a mere two to four pages a day of our time the task is well worth it She labored hard for seventeen years on this grand eloquence, and then gave us the easy part, though she probably never cared

  8. Geoff Geoff says:

    here is her charmingly unostentatious signature on the front flyleafwhich I thought might be a bit too unostentatious to be legit, until I did a search and found this, which confirmed the signature and also is a wonderful little document all on its own, the manuscript first page here is her charmingly unostentatious signature on the front flyleafwhich I thought might be a bit too unostentatious to be legit, until I did a search and found this, which confirmed the signature and also is a wonderful little document all on its own, the manuscript first page

  9. Christopher Robinson Christopher Robinson says:

    Phenomenal Singular Achingly beautiful prose that winds on and on and on, never diminishing in intensity of tone or imaginative power Maybe it s too long, too slow moving, the author too obsessed with cataloguing every little detail of her characters lives but then, maybe the reviewers that feel or felt that way should just pick up another book, forget about Young and the incredible fictional universe she has rendered and showcased here Indeed, this is the kind of book you know you ll ei Phenomenal Singular Achingly beautiful prose that winds on and on and on, never diminishing in intensity of tone or imaginative power Maybe it s too long, too slow moving, the author too obsessed with cataloguing every little detail of her characters lives but then, maybe the reviewers that feel or felt that way should just pick up another book, forget about Young and the incredible fictional universe she has rendered and showcased here Indeed, this is the kind of book you know you ll either passionately love or deeply despise within the first 50 pages of reading, less even If you don t like what it s doing or how it s going about spinning its odd tale within the first few chapters, you re definitely not going to like what it s doing 500 pages in Because what it does on page 50, it does on page 500 page 1000 it repeats, it retells, it expands upon what came before seemingly infinitely Yes, there really are roughly 400 pages of mopey Mr Spitzer brooding about the death of his twin brother, about the bedridden and be drugged mother of the book s narrator, about frog funerals and his silent musical compositions and all sorts of other odd things Yes, there really is, late in the book, a very long string of chapters detailing the sad, surreal tale of a small town girl who is perpetually pregnant with stillborn children, over and over, locked into a miserable and puzzling loop of biological malfunction And yes, Yes, SUPER YES, I d read it all over again, would read evenof it ifof it existed, and joyously so But alas, it doesn t, and these miraculous 1198 pages are all we have Miss MacIntosh, My Darling is undoubtedly one of the greatest, strangest works of literature I ve ever had the pleasure to read I m amazed that it was published in America at all, let alone by a major publishing house, and what sgiven a wide and enthusiastic release by said publisher This novel is a testament to the power of one woman s literary gifts, incredible imagination, singular vision and the endurance required to see a project of this magnitude through to the very end There s nothing else quite like it, at least not that I ve found And if there is anything else like it, please tell me about it because I want to read it Five stars all the way

  10. ReemK10 (Paper Pills) ReemK10 (Paper Pills) says:

    I just read The Most Widely Unread Book Ever Acclaimed I read Miss Macintosh My Darling because I needed a marathon to run.I needed a mountain to climb Being that it has been years since I ve climbed a mountain and highly unlikely that I ll ever walk a marathon let alone run one, I figured that this would be the best next thing.It was.Entering Marguerite Young s eccentric world was refreshing Reading her haphazardly strung together sentences was energizing Trying to make sense of what I was I just read The Most Widely Unread Book Ever Acclaimed I read Miss Macintosh My Darling because I needed a marathon to run.I needed a mountain to climb Being that it has been years since I ve climbed a mountain and highly unlikely that I ll ever walk a marathon let alone run one, I figured that this would be the best next thing.It was.Entering Marguerite Young s eccentric world was refreshing Reading her haphazardly strung together sentences was energizing Trying to make sense of what I was reading was futile Instead I let myself be carried away, reading word by word, entertaining each thought independently, not demanding order from the chaotic world in front of me.I decided that the best way for me to get through this read was to do a forensic reading This required a lot of arrogance on my part thinking I could break Young s code I couldn t, but I had a whole lot of fun along the way.There is a lot of repetition in Miss Macintosh My Darling which had me thinking perhaps Marguerite Young was writing in arabesque, repeating themes and patterns, and having them meet and separate along the way I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia Miss MacIntosh, My Darling carries on this theme because Miss MacIntosh, with the loss of her wig, showed herself to be the orphaned angel, the asexual angel, neither male nor female, unable to live without her mask of illusions Losing those illusions, she showed herself to be the denuded character every person would be if confronted with the loss of their illusions as she was She is the central character with all the spokes of other characters radiating out from her I always thought of Miss MacIntosh as the center of the wheel, the hub, then the spokes as the subsidiary, secondary characters, and the wheel as endlessly expanding like a universe Marguerite YoungNathan Gaddis suggests that we Read it in its first edition hardcover which is a beautiful object I did Read it with a leather bookmark I didn t have one Read it one sentence at a time Do not rush through it Become immersed in it Allow it to reside with you sojourn within it for a year at a time.I read it in 10 weeks, reading sometimes in small bites, at other times, a hundred or so pages, then putting the book down for a few days.Read it however way it works for you genese_grill and hfan50 were my reading buddies I was so happy to be reading with such heavyweights.From hfan , I learned that Young worked on this book for 18 years Every day from 6 pm to midnight.One has to respect that, and to read in awe as you realize that you re reading a book like no other What Young was able to do for 1198 pages is mesmerizing Who doesn t want to enter an opium dream For those critics who denounced the novel as undisciplined and unreadable , they might instead have considered it experimental and adventurous Around page two hundred, the warnings about the book begin to seem less hysterical The novel is not demanding in any conventional sense it contains no footnotes, no structural gimmicks, no compendious digressions What it does require is attention of the kind that Americans often find most difficult the stoic focus needed for meditation or for driving into the infinite horizon of the heartland The reader is less likely to throw the book down in a fit of disgust than she is to be lulled into a theta state, a highway hypnosis induced by page after page of incantatory prose Monologues last for hundreds of pages Sentences are repeated with subtle, endless differences, reiterating paradoxes And his night was his day, and his day was his night, for his twilight was his dawn, and his dawn was his twilight, and his moon was his sun, and his sun was his moon, and his beginning was his end, and his end was his beginning by languagehat Reading, I learned that Marguerite had a thing for the Middle East, for the Arab and the turbaned Turk, the Persians and the great Shahs, Buraq and Muhammad the Prophet, al Sirat and the Moslem paradise, for the month of Ramadan, for the cocooned women of the East, for the harem, the veil, the Moor and the Arabian horse Young always wanted to travel to the Middle East 24 pages matching Arab in the book.79 pages matching white in the book.79 pages matching black in the book.75 pages matching shells in the book.Perhaps inspired, Miss Macintosh My Darling was in fact described as It is an epic of what might be called the Arabian Nights of American Life I also learned that it was Roethke and not Rothko face palm who asked Marguerite to meet him at 4pm in the lobby of a hotel in Indianapolis so that he would marry her It was her first time meeting him Being ignorant, I did not know that Theodore Huebner Roethke was an American poet regarded as one of the most accomplished and influential poets of his generation Reader, she didn t go.During my read, I was fortunate to learn from the very modest David Thomas who wouldn t really tell me who he was although he did reveal that he had exchanged letters with Anais Nin, Young s longtime friend and fellow novelist David Thomas vanya42st also referred me to David O Dowling s A Delicate Aggression Savagery and Survival in the Iowa Writers Workshop where there is a whole chapter devoted to Marguerite Young I also learned that Young wrote under the tutelage of none other than Gertrude Stein Young had sat at her feet in Chicago working toward a master s degree in 1936, drawing confidence from the example of her radical individualism and unbridled creative expression Everything that I was ever to be or become was in those Chicago years Marguerite Young on Gertrude Stein I like her She did not influence me in any way, but she wrote a novel called Marguerite in which she explained me She wasn t writing about me, she just defined the meaning of the name Marguerite, and it was true of everything she wrote about me As you read keep in mind that Marguerite Young was raised to believe that she was the reincarnation of her dead cousin, Little Harry This may help.The Charles Ruas interview of Marguerite Young is not to be missed Macintosh My Darling is a hypnotic text.Nona Balakian declared Only an American could have written it The Washington Post At three quarter of a million words, not only is it by far the longest, it is also the barest of incident, the most demanding of its readers patience, and the slowest to date to win approval from critics or academia Marguerite Young All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on,walking towards utopia, which may not exist, on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side You will read and feel rudderless, abandoned, lost, blown around in the cruel winds , but it will be worth it Happy reading MissMacIntoshMyDarling MargueriteYoung MYoung2019

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