While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery. Each passage, detailing time spent in Kentucky as a child, time spent in Holland, time spent with Billie Holiday, the lives of maids and the love affairs of friends, manages to construct a universe of ideas and meaning out of the minimal space of prose. I think they are usually spoken of as ours, that tea bag of a word that steeps in the conditional.So much revealed in so little space, the acknowledgement of a marriage, bringing the connotation of once-happy times and love, and the assumption of a divorce and all the confusion and awkwardness left in the wake of the downfall. Hardwick delicately condenses a lifetime into each beautifully phrased sentence the way the most skilled of novelists reveal the landscape of a character’s nature through small details of mannerisms or anecdote. The brief, staccato-like vignettes culminate to a portrait of a life, but each individual moment breaths a lifetime of insight on its own. Sleepless Nights is the best of both the ‘novel’ and the ‘poem’, being both and neither at the same time. The little houses on the embling there in the whiteness, might be settlements waiting for a doom that would come over them silently in the night. The tall trees, altered by the snow and ice, loomed up in the arctic landscape like ancient cataclysmic formations of malicious splendor. The land, after a snowfall, would turn into a lunar stillness, satanic, brilliant. Her descriptions are utterly serene in their use of language to penetrate right to heart of a person or a landscape. If Sleepless Nights is a mosaic, each tile is a perfect prose poem that captures the essence of existence in like the best of poets. In a montage investigation of the ‘I’, Hardwick reveals that the self cannot be separated from the places and people that color their days, and that one person is in fact the collision of many others all believing in their self-isolation as they move from cradle to grave in the beautifully tragic story of what it is to be human, all delivered through an impressive blending of fact and fiction.Īlas, the heart is not a metaphor, or at least not always a metaphor.Įlizabeth Hardwick steals my heart with every page, every perfect poetic sentence. ‘ If only one knew what to remember or pretend to remember, writes Hardwick, ‘ make a decision and what you want from the lost things will present itself.’ There is a truth in every fiction, and fiction in every truth. Often paralleling her own life (‘a well-traveled and intensely insightful writer and teacher from Kentucky who married for a time with poet Robert Lowell’ may suffice as a brief biography for the uninitiated), Sleepless Nights takes dozens of brief reflections across the narrator’s timeline spent loving, losing and living to create a poetic mosaic of a life, wielding ‘fiction’ like a box of crayons to color in the black outlines of memory. Elizabeth Hardwick’s astounding ‘novel’-or should modern times brand it with the now-popular ‘creative non-fiction’ label- Sleepless Nights is a brilliant blending of fact and fiction that assesses the ‘I’ at the heart of her story as it harnesses memory into language, language that blossoms and blooms on the page like the most gorgeous of gardens. Memory is a sly kitten, darting to and fro through the living room of our mind, appearing in flashes here then there, never in an orderly fashion and rarely giving us a perfect still-frame to assess all the details. Italo Calvino in an interview with The Paris Review Elizabeth Hardwick’s astounding ‘novel’-or should modern times brand it with the now-popular ‘creative non-fiction’ label- Sleepless Nights is a brilliant blending Novelists tell that piece of truth hidden at the bottom of every lie. Italo Calvino in an interview with The Paris Review Memory is a sly kitten, darting to and fro through the living room of our mind, appearing in flashes here then there, never in an orderly fashion and rarely giving us a perfect still-frame to assess all the details. This song was voted first place in Monstercat - Best of 2021.Novelists tell that piece of truth hidden at the bottom of every lie.This song was released on Chime's birthday.This record has since been beaten by Embliss.This song beat previous records held by Throttle, Atmozfears, Popeska, and Ephixa.This song marks the second longest period between an artist’s releases on the label, as Teminite’s last release was his remix of Hero, released 7 years and 11 days prior.Teminite confirmed that other potential names for the song included "Can't Sleep" and "Insomnia". The song was first teased in September 2019 on Twitter.F minor Sleepless is a song by Pixel Terror, Chime and Teminite, released on Jand featured on Monstercat Uncaged Vol.
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