the greatest failure or lack thereof
It's weird, isn't it? You spend the first nine months trying to get out and the rest of your life trying to get back in.
And while that quote doesn't say quite what I'm thinking, and it certainly doesn't convey my thoughts with any profundity, it does at least capture the gist of what I'm trying to get at. Or maybe it doesn't. I don't know. I guess citing a quote from a movie in which a taxi driver gets existential with a baby is not the best way to go about this explanation.
What I'm trying to say, what I think I am trying to say, is that we fail when we are born. We are meant to stay in the womb and we fail when we are no longer able to hold ourselves there. Or perhaps we are meant to exit the womb, as the taxi driver suggests, and it is because of our lack of awareness of the world that we fail when we exit the womb. I wonder if that is what Auster is suggesting. The way he depicts the great sense of loneliness, isolation, and fear certainly seems to align with what I can only imagine Zora is feeling. I am anxious to finish the book tonight and think about what his intent really is.
I am also anxious to see Zora again and ask her some questions she is not yet able to answer.
And while that quote doesn't say quite what I'm thinking, and it certainly doesn't convey my thoughts with any profundity, it does at least capture the gist of what I'm trying to get at. Or maybe it doesn't. I don't know. I guess citing a quote from a movie in which a taxi driver gets existential with a baby is not the best way to go about this explanation.
What I'm trying to say, what I think I am trying to say, is that we fail when we are born. We are meant to stay in the womb and we fail when we are no longer able to hold ourselves there. Or perhaps we are meant to exit the womb, as the taxi driver suggests, and it is because of our lack of awareness of the world that we fail when we exit the womb. I wonder if that is what Auster is suggesting. The way he depicts the great sense of loneliness, isolation, and fear certainly seems to align with what I can only imagine Zora is feeling. I am anxious to finish the book tonight and think about what his intent really is.
I am also anxious to see Zora again and ask her some questions she is not yet able to answer.