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[sic]: A Memoir Hardcover – October 17, 2011
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“To open this book is to engage with a spirit at once endlessly curious, genuinely funny, fiercely intelligent, and wonderfully perverse. Reading it I kept having the uncanny sense that I was holding something alive in my hands, something with a pulse. This book is a true gift, a wild ride, and a tour-de-force performance. Welcome to the new face of memoir.”
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“In [sic], the young classical composer Joshua Cody outstrips the weepy conventions of a cancer memoir by mixing aggressive, intelligent prose with shocking confessions, like the time he had cocaine-fueled sex with a stranger after chemotherapy.”
- Stephen Heyman, T Magazine
“...powerfully provocative memoir about death and drugs that is likely to attract a lot of attention... A celebration of the senses, the arts and life itself, within what the author terms "a story about God and vomiting."”
“...this dazzling memoir recalls David Foster Wallace’s obsessive observations and evokes W. G. Sebald’s stream-of-consciousness curiosity (complete with photographs and facsimiles). Cody manages to turn what might have resulted in neurotic chaos into an artful and funny portrait of a man who remains courageous in the face of death; is wholly in love with life, art, and language; and breathes fresh spirit into the memoir genre.”
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His observations--about family, love, sex, music, art, poetry--are lovely and informative and hilarious and excruciating and personal and yet universal. That said, I admit that once in a while I found it a bit self-involved, but what writing isn't? What good writer isn't? This one will learn to remove his visible self, I'm sure. He's too good not to.
I must say that I didn't read it--I listened to it, thanks to audible.com--and so I may have to give some extra credit to the brilliant Edoardo Ballerini, who read the book to me (and it felt that way--he read it to *me*). My advice is to listen to this book. Don't read it. Let it happen in your ears.
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There's a good deal about Cody's response to art - a long description of his thoughts about The French Connection, which he sees on recovery. Discussions of Paul Klee and a book about Klee from his father's collection of art books that helps sustain him in treatment. And Cody is a composer, with views on 'framing', proportion and form in life. The first chapter goes on about the golden ratio...
Then there's material on Cody's love life - both the actuality of it (a one-off nocturnal encounter during as he passes a turning point in his chemo, his relations with a couple of fellow sufferers from cancer, his then girlfriend who is a stripper and professional sadist, and a member of his medical team). and his reflections about the treatment of love lives in art (Mozart's Don Giovanni; the Rolling Stones Some Girls).
And finally, Cody's life. His mother helping in his treatment. The estrangement between his parents. The death of his father. And the words his father has written in the front of a book Cody once gave him (the book that gives the original text of the Waste Land with Ezra Pound's editing), saying that Joshua is a good man. Something that goes to the heart of the book - as he reckons he's never had a stable relationship because he can't bear to inflict himself on people he really does care about.
Cody believes that he'd really like to know his artistic heroes, such as Ezra Pound and David Foster Wallace. He doesn't convince me on that one - and I'm not sure I'd like to know Cody. But I was really disappointed to come to the end of this remarkable text. And I will miss having more of it to read...
Recommended - if you think you will like this sort of thing!
There is reckless high living in the valley of the shadow of death. This is high impact prose. In particular, the piece luxuriating in the beauty of a woman before then exposing the terrible mutilations of surgery entirely without warning, stayed with me. This is writing that rips at the veil of Isis. It is still raw and needs more editing and crafting, but it is stunningly original.