unedited thoughts on shanejxsjc

 i believe or would like to believe i guess that shane edits extensively, i shared sex shops with my wife last night after she asked if i was reading about sex shops and could only say no, and failing to be able to say what i was reading i handed her the book, and thus i am not going to edit this, at first she said it was word salad and then after reading a few pages said oh i see, she started somewhere in the middle of the book as i believe all the books i really care about should be able to be done with, MOBILE, FINNEGANS WAKE, TOPOLOGY OF A PHANTOM CITY, or starting a movie in the middle, WITCHERY, INFERNO, as long as you go back all the way around to where you started as was obvs the functionality of FINNEGANS WAKE, if a book isnt like a painting in that way i will probably just read it as though it is, i am reading RING concurrently with SEX SHOPS and i like to think they are one book, everything on my nightstand is just a big stack of paper i can pull from, ATTIC AND BAROQUE PROSE STYLE, TRUTHLIKENESS, and SEX SHOPS is a very functional glue for the blending of books into one another, repetition,

repetition is what makes a texture, within a tonal establishment repeating is making a whole, somehow (in a critical take on Shane "somehow" will be repeated (not as in "somehow it works" but as in "somehow he wrote this" because it doesn't seem human, i would say it's not how the human mind works but it's exactly how the human mind works, what is striking is that it's not how the human mind exports information, someone says stream of consciousness in 2022 and you smother them with a pillow (or "strangle" in the lietmotif of SEX SHOPS) because who's stream is so pure, the stream of the 1920s is no more, but how do you write what the brain looks like and not what we want to tell our readers our elegantly composed and insightful brain looks like, i guess you have to not give a shit for one, Shane won't be for sale in an airport nor will be court a prize or award, you have not not give a shit about that, every single person who has won something has been on a road to success, you don't accidentally fall into that world inasmuch as you don't accidentally find yourself playing chess in an amphitheater, its not that you're good, you're just good in that way)), repetition implies repetitive, this is Penrose tiling, its isn't lulling it dependable, its infuriating, i think reading Shane almost killed Jacob Siefring, at the very least it angered him but imagine being able to do that, make people angry by giving them something that angers their expectations, most cultural reaction is either boredom or appreciation, very few people will appreciate Shane and that's good, i don't want to deeply love something that is loved by others, i love texture but it's nothing without content, it's ascii art, what is a book or prose without developing images and the somehow part of Shane's imagery is its bizarre fieldlike heterogeneity, it could not be much more heterogenous even with its repetition however its heterogeneity builds a critical mass that is unifying, local scrutiny of a series of phrases appears to exist as distinct nonsequiturs but the critical mass although it doesn't loop them back together (or if it does it is the frustrating "he strangled me in an alley" "he strangled me on a conference table" "he strangled me etc") it creates a mnemonic monolith, not in its momentum but in your memory of what you've passed through, like the mind, the consciousness, it cannot be stopped, it cannot be frozen for observation, it can only by looked back upon, and that is deceptive, cumbersome, the moment is chaos, the pages in your left hand make perfect sense, but if you flipped back to them you'd most certainly be lost again, you have been reading THE SEX SHOPS OF SHERMAN OAKS.

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