A few comments about the growing dissatisfaction with the whole (hole) spoiler line ploy, or, as I called it, the Platonic noble lie. This morning I went to Gary Canavan and to Infinite Detox (among others) and noted their growing impatience with the idea of the spoiler line. I say this, not as an argument to the authority of these two bloggers, but only to place on exhibit several interesting takes on the question.
Full disclosure. I am now in the phase of "parting shots." I'm embarrassed by much of what I've written here, and slightly less so concerning other points I've brought up. One thing seems certain to me: the idea of the spoiler is especially inadequate w/r/t this novel. Where the whole thing gets complicated is when we begin to consider the plight or situation or luck of people happening upon the novel for the first time. (This was my case, BTW) There's something, there's a lot to be said about building boundaries, walls, institutional nets around the presupposed experience of people who don't want to be interrupted, or taught to, during their original, if not origniary, reading experience. Once again, I have no problem with that. I would love for it to pan out one day absolutely true. Unfortunately, I think Orin is right on the experiential plane: how can anyone imagine something like a virginal experience? Obviously, JOI does, and since, from the onset of infinite summer, I've been out to defend the cause of JOI, it would be disengenuous for me all of a sudden to preach the inevitability of being fucked. So I won't do that.
What I will do is to defent another kind of innocence. Not the one that comes from any sort of first time, but the one that insists throughout repetitions and the boredom those imply. I'm sure that there are many people "out there" who have taken the spoiler line dictate very seriously, and I claim that these people could have benefited from what was, and is, going on next door, given that in both cases there's precious little to spoil. (I'm sure I should post on the impossibility of spoilers, but as long as the general tone remains what it is here, I shall wait) The stakes are not ruining (spoiling) people's expectations, or entertaining them for as long as possible in the hope or expectation that things will in the end work out or resolve themselves. The stakes are, on the contrary, learning in the shock of recognition to what extent the author has taken this up, and is taking care of us. The spoiler stipulation turns the author into an Agatha Christie. Once again, thered are very good reasons for entertaining this kind of illusion, but perhaps not in the case of a novel which so often sends its readers off the edge and into nothingness, not for nothing, but only to further entertain the possibility that reading as we know it is something still to come.
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