It is sadistic love I have for you Fisher said to his possessions. All I want in life is my violin. And the Three Essential Pens. I want you naked! he shouted at his apartment.
Just finished Todd McEwens Fishers Hornpipe. I left my bike at home deliberately so that Id have extra subway journeys to finish it. If youve seen Withnail & I, about which I can be very tedious indeed, it may be enough to know that eponymous Fisher is a cross between Withnail and, well, I. It also reminded me of Becketts Murphy, which contains my favorite opening line:
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Fishers Hornpipe is out of print (I have a borrowed copy). As I raced through it, I made mental lists of friends to press it on once I buy my own. I have to be careful; it could damage the friendship if appreciation is insufficient. Jason can take it, certainly. Claire is mordant enough. Mark lent it to me, so hes in the clear. Caitriona, Dan, Joy, Paul, Liza: you have been warned that a book report will be due.
- THE SEVEN STAGES OF DRUNKENNESS
I All topics found humorous
II Linguistic play
III Overcompensated daintiness
IV Shouting sadness
V Out of body experiences
VI Severe inert reverie
VII Passage into the epiphanic stream
Here is Fishers assessment of my race, formed as he is tossed out of a Boston bar midway through stage IV.
- God the Irish thought Fisher drifting up and down the frozen boulevards. With their Guinness their Jungian music their raven haired white skinned colleens and their soft lilting voices they are put on this earth to put us to sleep and lull us toward Death! To charm us into a stupor and then hit us over the head.
Suddenly my life has meaning.