Into the rest, I sank with a kind of agreeable, warm bafflement.
Rarely can one stomach the fact that to write political entails that you live political, as Cortez certainly did.
Narrative in the novel is meant to terrify. In the movie, it rehabilitates.
Could a bullet be a language?
lack of sound, lack of baby in a room, lack of the titular swaddle, a metonymic device also standing in for the baby, lack of something...
We knew it was over when his Nike wristbands came off, crumpling upon their release.
This idea of a costume worn as second skin, of sincere spectacle, as something distinctly American...
Mattia’s unafraid of repetition; she knows it constitutes us and forms our habitus, and that it also creates structure for other, less visible parts embedded around its scaffold—repetition as performance of self, something you wake up and enact every day.
Once a body has been introduced, the enquete must follow.
There is no middle ground, so ambiguous players must take sides.
It is a drive David identifies with, one that draws him towards those who do not understand or adhere to the manufactured code of conduct of society.
The impression is that Romano is attempting to stretch time in order to prolong her husband's life, summoning memories of his past selves as a form of resistance against death.