“Memory, in short, is engraved not merely by the life we have led but by the life of the mind…by all the lives we so nearly led but missed by an inch, and—if we grant enough leeway to the imagination—by the lives of others, which can cut into ours every bit as sharply as our own experience.” – Anthony Lane, writing about W.G. Sebald in The New Yorker (May 29, 2000)
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Monthly Archives: March 2011
Remembering—who we are
I’ve been dipping into a fascinating book, In Search of Memory, by Eric R. Kandel, winner of the 2000 Nobel Prize. A particular passage has been sticking in my head in which Kandel addresses “the role of memory and dysfunction … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, Memory, Suicide, Writing & Reading
Tagged Austin Ratner, depression, Eric Kandel, Freud, grief, In Search of Memory, memory, mental illness, narrative, The Jump Artist, writing
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Ulnar-nerved Mama—when you want to be a superhero
Here I am at the computer, wondering whether the internet, particularly its subset, or offspring, known as the blog, should be classified as heavy machinery, which I’ve been warned to refrain from using. The doctor seems to think I can … Continue reading
Posted in Memory, Motherhood, Suicide, Writing & Reading
Tagged depression, medical, memory, motherhood, reading, suicide, superheroes, ulnar nerve, writing
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The legacy of suicide – Mark Madoff redux
I usually save this space for original essays (using tumblr—karakrauze.tumblr.com—for interesting articles, quotes, and tidbits). But The New York Post, admittedly not my usual go-to paper, recently published a story about Stephanie Madoff that speaks to the legacy of suicide—the … Continue reading
Posted in Memory, Motherhood, Suicide
Tagged "Madoff's Ultimate Victim", "The Madoff Tapes", Bernie Madoff, grief, Mark Madoff, memory, motherhood, Stephanie Madoff, suicide, suicide survivors
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From Russia with love—unexpected gifts and the open horizons of youth
Last week I met Cynthia Ozick, stood within (almost) spitting distance of Meryl Streep, and received a surprise package from Russia. First of all, I would never, ever spit at Meryl Streep. She is amazing. Since I first saw her … Continue reading
Posted in Memory, Motherhood, Poland, Russia, Writing & Reading
Tagged Cynthia Ozick, In My Mother's House, Kim Chernin, memory, Meryl Streep, Moscow, motherhood, russia, women writers
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