a wandering woman writes

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Jan Morris: Markers

Birth and death are the ultimate bookends, and between them a muddied narrative unfolds. In the course of it there crop up moments, experiences or places which in retrospect, rather like faces in an identification parade, we recognize as markers: the experience of first love, perhaps, a song or a book, the dread moment when we first needed spectacles, the impact of some particular corner of the world.

-- Jan Morris, Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere



  • Some good points, but perhaps a bit too sad for me - c'est triste, after all! My interpretation of the narrative between the bookends is of happier recognitions/markers/experiences.

    By Blogger paris parfait, at 12:37 AM  

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