Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Finding McSweeney's

Late last week I discovered McSweeney's Internet Tendency, and since that time I have been wasting inordinate amounts of time at my desk pouring through several years of postings. Apparently, McSweeney's has been around since 1998. Where the heck have I been???


gwuinifer said...

oh. my. god.
proof that cognoscent thought does not end with motherhood. i'm mother of two toddlers, one with a linguistic developmental delay. some days i feel like his inability to speak seperates us further than anything else could- i am all language (spoke early, read at 2yrs, etc- my eldest daughter is precisely the same way) and it is through words i approach everything. ethan is the exact opposite. it's like, well, since we don't have any way of communicating, perhaps we can learn simply to enjoy each other's company?
i love mcsweeney's. i read a novel every two days. i don't sleep. i either immerse myself in literature or immerse myself in anxiety.
you know? *grin*

MOM-NOS said...

YES!!! I KNOW!!! So, when you're not immersed in anxiety, what are you reading these days? I'm always in search of a book that doesn't make me feel like I'm wasting my time.

gwuinifer said...

I think one of the more relevant books I've recently read has to be "If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things," by Jon McGregor. If you can get through the stilted first chapter, (which everyone I've recommended it to has complained about, but which I found absolutely BREATHLESS and compellingly beautiful) the rest of the book is a strangely intimate-yet-somehow-impersonal thrill ride. It's told from a bird's eye view, at least that's how I like to see it. No one has names. They are identified by handles like "The girl from Apt 19" or "The boy with torn blue jeans" etc. There are no quotation marks. Speech just occurs, and its just as much a part of the narrative as descriptions of the sound pigeons make when they're startled. It is one of my favorite themes; how the mundanities of life are really the pinnacles of human experience, are poetry, and are taken for granted. And how sometimes, only a tragedy can wake us up and teach us to appreciate the little beauties in life. For a fellow mommy of a PDD-NOS, its a must-read!

Camilla said...

i feel like this with your blog! how come i didnt find you years ago??! i spent all day today on here going back farther and farther reading your story. my son was initially diagnosed pdd-nos at 3 1/2 but after 6 months of me insisting my son COULD talk to the therapists they finally said the magic words of star wars and 60 minutes later of him non stop talking his diagnosis was changed over to aspergers. He is 5 1/2 now, just started kindergarten. Thank you so much for you posts, your insight. its nice to read someone else gets it. and that im not just a horrible mom becuase my kid sometimes melts down like a toddler. THANK YOU!!!