(WordPress isn’t mobile friendly so I had trouble commenting directly on Avi’s post.)


Your analysis of memory within Alexander’s work is great. Through Lizzie’s recollection of her late husband, she turns this work into a scrapbook of sorts. She recalls the fine details of her interactions with her husband such as the weather on they had lunch or of their little exchanges of “I love yocu”. It also reads as an elegy; paying her respects to him as she reaccounts his family history and the lives he has touched.

For me, I was reminded of Barthes’ figure of remembrance. These incidences of memory happen sometimes without warning or to aid us in moments of loss and heartbreak. I would even go as far as to argue that the books title is referring to our memories being “The Light of the World”. Within them we find comfort, within them there are stories, within them are more history than we care to acknowledge.

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December 12th, 2017 at 11:12 pm