From Misterioso by Gilbert Sorrentino:
Leticia Snap, a woman of impure thoughts and proclivities, remarks that “magic realism is like when ghosts and animals, like clams, put on clothes and dance and eat bananas and stuff and talk with real people, isn’t that it? It sort of kind of makes you wonder about the meaning of reality in a big way and see like sort of under the surface? I’ve known a lot of men like that—ghosts, I mean.” Miss Snap raises her skirt, and in the best tradition of meat-and-potatoes realism, unnecessarily adjusts her garters, showing a lot of leg while gazing at the traffic far below as if for the first time. “Now, for instance, if an exotic cassowary like walked out from under my skirt and started telling me the amazing history of the area in which I presently find myself,” Leticia sighs, “that would be magic realism, is that about it?”
LSD HAS A SIMILAR EFFECT… MAGIC REALISM? THE DOWNGRADED IMPERSONAL VERSION BEING: T.V. AND ITS INANE SACCHARINE SCHMALTZY OVERBEARING TENDENCIES… I HAVE JUST TAKEN BACK THE BOOKS R.E. LIVINGSTONE AND COMMUNISM… THE NEW APARTMENT HASNT BEEN DECORATED AND I HAVE FAILED TO ENGAGE WITH SUBJECT MATTER WHICH WOULD, PREVIOUSLY, HAVE TAKEN ME BY STORM.. AS MY LIFE HAS TAKEN A DOWNWARD TURN LIVINGSTONE AND HIS VERY BANAL EXISTENCE – READ LIKE A SHOPPING LIST… PITY THE POOR MOI WHO FINDS SHOPPING LISTS A MAGICAL INTERLUDE..
REGARDS
JONATHAN
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