Moonlight Murder: The Last Poetic Prose of D. B. Wallace (The Collected Works of D. B. Wallace)

Moonlight Murder The Last Poetic Prose of D B Wallace The Collected Works of D B Wallace D B Wallace was known to his neighbors as the man in apartment He occupied this space for than years Nothing is known of how he provided for himself Nothing is known of his antecedents of the

  • Title: Moonlight Murder: The Last Poetic Prose of D. B. Wallace (The Collected Works of D. B. Wallace)
  • Author: D.B. Wallace
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  • Page: 149
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  • D B Wallace was known to his neighbors as the man in apartment 112 He occupied this space for than 40 years Nothing is known of how he provided for himself Nothing is known of his antecedents, of the existence of family or friends In fact, it is virtually impossible to separate fact from fiction with respect to him That he was talked about there can be no douD B Wallace was known to his neighbors as the man in apartment 112 He occupied this space for than 40 years Nothing is known of how he provided for himself Nothing is known of his antecedents, of the existence of family or friends In fact, it is virtually impossible to separate fact from fiction with respect to him That he was talked about there can be no doubt That those who talked knew anything of what they spoke seems improbable It would be fair to say that he was something of a neighborhood institution and, as such, opinion was divided as to whether he was insane or otherwise mentally defective, whether an eccentric recluse or, as a slim few maintained, a genius preoccupied with his own muse Moonlight Murder was his final manuscript It seems to be unfinished, but some have found in it an intricate coherence that suggests the opposite His corpus is currently being published in reverse chronological sequence 40,000 pages of text poetry, prose and this what he called poetic prose were stacked about a deal table and chair No indication was ever uncovered that any of the manuscripts was intended for publication Though the author of numerous novels and hundreds of short stories, Wallace always experienced the demands of plot as an artistic constraint Plot, he maintained, creates the greatest possible distraction A text, he repeats frequently in his notes, is like the smell of a cigar It isn t about anything other than itself, the feeling shades of being alive He seems to have seen the loss of this intuitive awareness, as an aesthetic and a philosophy of life, as very much at the heart of contemporary global distress It would not be fair to describe his work as pessimistic His voice, so incredibly distinctive, seems informed at every point by what he himself called the sacred The manuscript has been here reproduced exactly as it was found, the occasional typographical error retained wherever the overarching meaning seemed clear P McCarty, Professor Emeritus of Comparative Literature, Cornell University

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    1 thought on “Moonlight Murder: The Last Poetic Prose of D. B. Wallace (The Collected Works of D. B. Wallace)”

    1. Truth be told, if I had come across this book in a bookstore I wouldn't have bought it. I never buy poetry, most times I don't even like it (only my own) – but there was and is this feeling that I long to read something different, not this „normal“ stuff you can find everywhere. So when there was this request for a review I took the chance. And I would have missed something if I hadn't.The book starts with some poems. I must admit, that I do not understand them. I felt overchallenged, inte [...]

    2. Wonderfully writtenReally loved this booka great read for a Sunday. We had a guy just like Wallace in our neighborhood.he was reclusive, had coins cemented into his ceiling and sculptures around his property. We used to sneak around and dare each other to do stuff there.

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