denis johnson, "heat"
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I knew every raindrop by its name.
-Denis Johnson
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Whatever happens to you, you put it onto a page, work it into a shape, cast it in a light. It’s not much different, really, from recording the movement of clouds across the sky and calling it a film—although it has to be admitted that the clouds can descend, take you up, carry you to all kinds of places, some of them terrible, and you don’t get back to where you came from for years and years.
— X, in a letter to Denis Johnson in Catherine Lacey's "Biography of X: A Novel" (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, March 21, 2023)
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I've got about a dozen hooks in my heart. I'm following the lines back to where they go.
The Starlight on Idaho from The Largesse of the Sea Maiden: Stories by Denis Johnson
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Have a weird Xmas (Blog about books acquired in Dec. 2023)
Maybe an hour ago, browsing in a used bookstore, I opened a worn and some might say dirty copy of Iain Banks’s 1985 novel Walking on Glass. The very first page of this old book was inscribed with the following:
Have a weird Xmas ’90
John
This copy of Iain Banks’s 1985 novel Walking on Glass—a 1990 Abacus trade paperback printed in London, the embossing on its cover yellowed by…
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“If you like the fields we’d walk away from the road into the fields, or we’d go fishing, if that’s what you like to do. The sun would set and we’d build a fire. The trees and rocks would shrink and their shadows would grow. People don’t have eyes by the light of a fire. No, that’s glib and pointless. It’s all glib and pointless. In the worlds that live in these tears just as much as in the real world, I’d stare at you and have no idea who you were, for hours. One word after another would get choked in my heart. I wouldn’t be able to ask your name. You wouldn’t be able to see my face. After a while the fire would go out, you’d be lost in the dark, and I would cry these tears.”
― Denis Johnson
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I knew of an apartment building where a dead tenant's Social Security checks were still being delivered. I'd been stealing them every month for half a year, always with trepidation, always delaying a couple of days after their arrival, always thinking I'd find an honest way to make a few dollars, always believing I was an honest person who shouldn't be doing things like that, always delaying because I was afraid this time I'd be caught.
Denis Johnson, “Out on Bail.”
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Stars at Noon (2022) - Claire Denis
This is the worst time of my whole life.
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Stars at Noon (Movie Review) | Eyebrow Raising
Stars at noon was a perplexing movie that stayed on the edge of being a standout for me. I was engaged but not amazed.
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Claire Denis (Director) & Denis Johnson (Novel)
CASTMargaret QualleyJoe AlwynBenny SafdieDanny RamirezNick Romano
Premise: A young American journalist stranded in present-day Nicaragua falls for an enigmatic Englishman who seems like her best chance of escape. She soon realizes, however, that he may be in even greater danger than she is.
Review: I went in blind, not knowing much about the…
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Things get pretty radical in the dark:
Denis Johnson
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[...] j'ai pu sonder d'un coup d'œil la grande misère de la vie humaine sur cette terre. Je ne veux pas dire que nous finissons tous par mourir. Ce n'est pas ça, la grande misère. Je veux dire qu'il était incapable de me dire de quoi il rêvait et je ne pouvais pas lui dire ce qui était réel.
Denis Johnson - ‘Accident en stop’ - Jesus' Son (1992)
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I knew every raindrop by its name.
Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson
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