FREE READ Á Dept of Speculation

FREE READ Dept of Speculation

FREE READ Á Dept of Speculation Ç They used to send each other letters The return address was always the same Dept of Speculation They used to be young brave and giddy with hopes for their future They got married had a child and skated through all the small calamities of family life But then slowly uietly something changes As the years rush by fearsThey used to send each other letters The return address was always the same Dept of Speculation They used to be young brave and giddy with hopes for their future They got married had a child and skated through all the small. I underlined basically the entire novel

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Hat they have lost what is left and what they want now Written with the dazzling lucidity of poetry Dept of Speculation navigates the jagged edges of a modern marriage to tell a story that is darkly funny surprising and wise. “She thinks before she acts Or properly she thinks instead of acts A character flaw not a virtue” Dept Of Speculation is a short novel of a marriage It's told in 46 chapters composed of short paragraphs and almost aphoristic lines and uotes in 160 compact pages The narrator the Wife goes from being a young woman who considers being an Art Monster a person who lives solely for the creation of their art to a wife and a mother It's set mostly in Brooklyn but that shouldn't be held against it It's not one of those Park Slope mommy books that seem to be a thing lately I had mixed feelings about this book I found much of the writing to be great and the individual lines and paragraphs to be interesting sometimes in that fleeting kind of 'you are saying something exactly that I've thought about before' kind of way sort of in a less gloom filled way that reading EM Cioran can be But I had a hard time feeling involved in the story itself the characters the Wife the Husband the Daughter and the other nameless characters never felt like than wisps of ideas “How has she become one of those people who wears yoga pants all day She used to make fun of those people With their happiness maps and their gratitude journals and their bags made out of recycled tire treads But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer and fewer things to make fun of until finally there is nothing you are sure you will never be”

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Dept of SpeculationCalamities of family life But then slowly uietly something changes As the years rush by fears creep in and doubts accumulate until finally their life as they know it cracks apart and they find themselves forced to reassess w. Essentially Offill carries out a kind of emotional autopsy on a young woman trying to divide her energies between bringing up a young child and keeping a husband happy without sacrificing her commitment to succeeding as a writer The original format of this novel – it’s written as a kind of literary scrapbook of musings uotes and insights reminded me at times of Fellini’s brilliant film about the fount of inspiration 8 ½ Like the film director in Fellini’s film Offill’s writer is bereft of inspiration which sets her on an odyssey to sift through the rubble of her past in search of nuggets of insight One of the many brilliant vignettes is her discovery that her baby who rarely stops crying finds solace under very bright fluorescent lights This means she takes him to the corner store every day and just idles away inside for as long as possible without drawing too much attention to herself It’s such a brilliant dramatization of how much time motherhood demands you waste The early years of motherhood are not an uninterrupted crooning of delight But she does the delight too and does it very well The same goes for her cheating husband – “The thing is this Even if the husband leaves her in this awful craven way she will still have to count it as a miracle all of those happy years she spent with him” She achieves the clarity of inspiration – she can see every event from all sides It loses a star for me because I began to feel it lost momentum towards the end The novel deserved a daring and satisfactory denouement To use an Olympic simile it came charging out of the blocks but cramped up a bit in the final lap