David Markson: Reader's Block

Someone nodded hello to me on the street yesterday.

To me, or to him?

Someone nodded hello to Reader on the street yesterday.

Church bells were already ringing, to announce the Armistice in November 1918, when word reached Wilfred Owen’s family that he had been killed in battle one week before.

Picasso made Gertrude Stein sit more than eighty times for her portrait.

And then painted out the head and redid it three months later without having seen her again.

Pablo Casals began each day for more than seventy years by playing Bach.

I have come to this place because I had no life back there at all.

I have, Reader has?

Reader has come to this place because he had no life back there at all.

Someone nodded hello to him on the street yesterday.

Anna Akhmatova had an affair with Amedeo Modigliani in Paris in 1910 and 1911. Late in life, not having left Russia again in a third of a century, she would be astonished to learn how famous he had become.

In 1579, when Shakespeare was fifteen, the population of Stratford would have been little more than fifteen hundred. Is it a safe assumption that he knew the woman named Katherine Hamlet who fell into the Avon that summer and drowned?

Emily Dickinson became so extravagantly reclusive in the second half of her life that for the last ten years she did not once leave her house.

Even among the most tentative first thoughts about a first draft, why is Reader thinking of his central character as Reader?

Gray’s Elegy is 128 lines long. Gray spent seven years writing it.

If forced to choose, Giacometti once said, he would rescue a cat from a burning building before a Rembrandt.

I am growing older. I have been in hospitals. Do I wish to put certain things down?

Granted, Reader is essentially the I in instances such as that. Presumably in most others he will not be the I at all, however.

Fighting with his wife, drunk, Paul Verlaine once threw their three-month-old son against a wall.

Thumbed pages: read and read. Who has passed here before me?

Saint Thomas Aquinas was an anti-Semite.

Only Bianchon can save me, said Balzac, near death.

Bianchon being a doctor in Le Père Goriot.

His life evidently static. Alone, seemingly without occupation or achievement, his means meager.

Emptiness.

Anthony Trollope said he had read Fenimore Cooper’s The Prairie at least three dozen times.

Protagonist?

Perhaps someone from a shop Protagonist had stopped in at, a clerk? Or merely someone in a friendly mood in passing?

Severn, lift me up, I am dying.

Don’t breathe on me, it comes like ice.

The world is my idea.

Saint Augustine said his first teacher was also the first person he ever saw who could read without moving his lips.

Saxo Grammaticus.

It is not impossible that the young actress Moliere married when he was forty, and with whose family he had been closely connected in the theater for years, was his own illegitimate daughter.

Nobody comes. Nobody calls.

At the age of seven, Giambattista Vico fell from a ladder and fractured his skull so severely that his parents were told to anticipate feeblemindedness.

Where, this isolation?

Giorgione and Titian were pupils of Giovanni Bellini’s in Venice together. Giorgione was dead in his early thirties, in 1510. Titian was still painting sixty-six years later.

What has happened? It is life that has happened; and I am old.

Said Louis Aragon.

If an ox could paint a picture, his god would look like an ox.

Said Xenophanes.

26 Piazza di Spagna.

Laurence Sterne’s corpse was sold to a medical school by grave robbers. It had been almost completely dissected before someone chanced to recognize it.

How much of Reader’s own circumstances or past would he in fact give to Protagonist in such a novel?

Tolle lege, tolle lege.

Wherever conquest led him, Alexander the Great made it a point to have botanical specimens sent back to Aristotle, who had been his tutor. A copy of the Iliad that he carried in a jeweled chest contained emendations in Aristotle’s handwriting.

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young.

Leonardo’s notebooks indicate that he knew the sun did not move before Copernicus did.

Nobody came. Nobody called.

Despite decades of self-analysis, Freud was forever so anxiety-ridden about missing trains that he would arrive at a station as much as an hour ahead of time.

Freud.

Joseph Beuys was a Stuka pilot in World War II. Monet, visiting London: This brown thing? This is your Turner?

Rene Descartes was born in a hayfield.

Ultimately, Emily Dickinson would even hide from visitors at her house itself.

Reader and this notion of his.

Reader and his mind full of clutter.

What is a novel in any case?

Or is he in some peculiar way thinking of an autobiography after all?

Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.

In 1911, an Italian house painter named Vincenzo Perruggia who had been working at the Louvre managed to remove the Mona Lisa from its frame and walk out with it under his overalls.

And to go unsuspected until he tried to sell it two years later.

Before Sylvia Plath turned on her oven to commit suicide, she left bread and butter and milk in the bedroom where her two children were sleeping.

Leibniz: Why is there anything at all rather than nothing?

When Daumier was sixty, destitute and almost blind, Corot bought the house Daumier was renting and gave it to him.

Der Untergang des Abendlandes.

Protagonist living near a disused cemetery, perhaps?

A sense somehow of total retreat? Abandonment?

Albert Camus’ father was killed in the Battle of the Marne when Camus was only months old. His mother was an illiterate charwoman.

Once, at dinner, with great delicacy Brahms told Tchaikovsky that he did not approve of his work.

With equal delicacy Tchaikovsky told Brahms that he did not approve of his.

After Byron and Leigh Hunt and Trelawny burned Shelley’s body on the beach at Viareggio, they got drunk. Boisterously, shouting and laughing and even singing.

Then again, they had been dealing with remains already five weeks bloated and decomposed. Byron had at least once turned sick.

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?

In Konigsberg, where he spent his entire life, Immanuel Kant had several sisters and a brother and did not see any of them for a quarter of a century. At one point he had a letter from the brother and did not answer it for two and a half years.

Nonlinear? Discontinuous? Collage-like?

An assemblage?

Knut Hamsun was once a horse-car conductor in Chicago.

Throughout the Middle Ages, often no more than a single manuscript of certain classics existed. One leaking monastery roof and the Satyricon could have been lost forever, for instance.

Mallarme learned English specifically to read Poe.

Walter the Penniless. Peter the Hermit.

During the four years that Dostoievsky spent at hard labor in Siberia for political conspiracy, the only book he was allowed was the New Testament. Though once in a prison hospital he found Pickwick Papers and David Copperfield.

Deus vult.

Raymond Chandler lived with his mother until her death when he was thirty-five. And then almost immediately married a woman seventeen years older than he was.