Distance Learning is a brilliantly conceived and structured book that carries the reader on journeys through both space and time.
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It's 1970, the year before I learned to read. My mother's in lotus on an orange towel trying to breathe through her right
nostril [...] I know if it weren't for me my mother would levitate beyond the Cascade snow line and over the roof of the world, and she says that soon by murmuring shantih as a mantra she will end the war that's been everywhere, even inside of us, since I was born.
(p. 12)
...In American gothic novels the heriones aren't
really afraid of ghosts. No, they're afraid of ironing: the
board, the sheets and pillowcases, the flatness, the
Midwestern flatness.
(p. 15) The desire for the transcendent--the inner war--is unmasked as something more earthbound, with desire in various guises sometimes celebrated, sometimes experienced as loss and sometimes imaged as a cover-up for something deadlier. In a poem about taking a train called "The Empire Builder" from Chicago to Seattle, Sorby writes, The past is a closed drawer. Maybe there really were angels circling the Great Salt lake in Brigham Young's day, but their wings are snipped at the root and folded, private as underwear. [...] we'll push west to Seattle, to our house, to out bed in the red cedar basement, to our St. Francis night light burning with power from rivers full of dead salmon trapped by dams. St. Francis's feet and fingers flood the room with faux fire: this is how we live, with our bones in blood, at the end of the empire.
(pp. 74-75) [...] Some Salish say human and animal
bodies generate tiny twins who can enter a sleeping enemy's
house or tent, or ear, or open mouth, and kill them. I chew the bear slowly and picture my fifty year old father shrunk down to
age six, in Sarpsborg, Norway, being slipped his first chocolate ever by an occupying Nazi who later shot the schoolteacher during one winter when people were
stretching their flour with bark from trees. My dad bit down and reeled into
heaven. It was that kind of sweet.
(p. 64)
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