I thought this was already published, but seems like my imagination triumphed over reality.  I know we already went over this in class, so it doesn’t  feel  genuine.   Here is my post regarding Molloy.

Sense:  When I read Molloy, I tried to understand it from a perspective of what an aged mind must go through. I didn’t really try to make sense out of it all with my own mind or my own thought process.  I think minds are all wired differently, but it’s amazing how we can all come up with the same conclusion about ideas.  In Molloy, he didn’t seem to be talking about anything profound. Just a state of being in an old man’s mind and lack of will to give a shit. (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing)  Why should he give a shit? Why does the author care about revealing this in the character? Because it’s relevant.  We discussed in class about masterpieces and rhizomes, and what it takes to create something truly authentic.  Maybe this old man has the candlestick and controls the flame.  He, perhaps, is not governed by giving a shit which would create all kinds of boundaries and he is just too old for that. So the style in which this was written makes sense.

 

Nonsense: The content is better in the beginning, but I tended to lose interest in his stories a bit.  I found myself searching for his phantom self in the story board, but never found a conclusion. Should I be puzzled? We really didn’t get the point of the old mans story in class because we were talking about the relevant stuff.  The story is cut off on page 11 so there wasn’t a chance to finish it. Or maybe there is on the other file were the words are hard to read and bleed off the pages. My eyes couldn’t handle that.