Purposeful Imperfections


Evolving Dharma: Meditation, Buddhism, and the Next Generation of Enlightenment by Jay Michaelson

Evolving Dharma

Toward the end of Evolving Dharma, Jay Michaelson proudly dubs himself a champion for ambivalence, claiming that it is a crucial component in remaining open to the complex and ever-changing nature of things. Contemporary Buddhism is nothing if not varied and rapidly shifting, and this dogged ambivalence of Michaelson’s—along with a large helping of smarts and enthusiasm—allows him to traverse such vast, varied, and mutable terrain. The scope of Evolving Dharma is dizzying, yet, by examining his unique and personal journey, Michaelson shows that the opportunities afforded by our access to wide ranging resources, teachings, and communities can allow us to move beyond the trappings of traditional religion.

Of course, this new world of iSpirituality comes with its own set of challenges and shortcomings, many of which Michaleson address head-on—notably commercialization and the issues that can arise when you divorce mindfulness and meditation from their Buddhist roots. Thus, the jury is still out in regards to a solid verdict for the future, but Michaelson ultimately allows his optimism to win out, arguing that mindfulness taking root in the mainstream, even if watered down, is still an unprecedented opportunity for the dharma to take root in whole new ways. This message is not only encouraging but, I think, much needed, as the potential in the present moment does appear limitless if only we are receptive and dedicated, critical but also compassionate.


Bolt (zoom)

Bolt (row)

Berkeley Grain



The Plains by Gerald Murnane

The Plains by Gerald Murnane

The Plains is a narrative of obsessive recursiveness situated somewhere between the hilarious awkwardness of Kafka and the compulsive interrogation of Bernhard. Akin to Kafka, too, The Plains operates as an allegory. Or, more accurately, it has the feel of allegory, though deciphering the lessons in its parables is no easy task. To quote the book, it often seems “…a convenient source of metaphors for those who know that men invent their own meanings.”

The Plains is a work of unknowing, a travelogue of a journey toward alternate terrains and surrogate selves. An equally fitting title would have been The Planes, as every component of this text (narrative, setting, theme, etc.) is ultimately found to be multi-dimensional. It illustrates perfectly the platitude: “the more I learn, the less I know,” or, to pull again from the text itself:

“And I knew that plainsmen commonly consider all art to be the scant visible evidence of immense processes in a landscape that even the artist scarcely perceives, so that they confront the most obdurate or the most ingenuous work utterly receptive and willing to be led into bewildering vistas of vistas.”

Being led into bewildering vistas of vistas is as accurate and succinct of a description of the experience of reading The Plains as can be mustered. Confounding, to be sure, but The Plains is equally riveting and affirming. It’s a text I foresee frequently revisiting—each reading revealing entirely new terrain.

The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner

The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner

If nothing else, read The Flamethrowers for language. The vitality of the prose is breathtaking, and Rachel Kushner’s immense talent for description and relentless deployment of offbeat metaphor are extraordinary and bewitching. As to the plot, it’s a captivating examination of class, gender, and identity that utilizes as its subjects a handful of mostly—but beguilingly—fictional events and persons spanning the 20th century. Bits and pieces of odd but mesmerizing stories accrete haphazardly, offering moments of insight that are too brief to resolve, and it’s this open-endedness that prods the reader forward, however turbulently. And that’s how it needs to be, as the central story—the one of Reno the young artist; the quiet girl from Nevada; the intrepid motorcyclist; the patient narrator—is a messy one of indeliberate identity seeking, of a slow shifting from observation to action, and what it takes to ultimately force her hand is shocking but, by the novel’s end, inevitable.

From the Ruins of Empire: The Intellectuals Who Remade Asia by Pankaj Mishra

From the Ruins of Empire by Pankaj Mishra

Squeezing subject matter this historically, geographically, culturally, and politically vast into a few hundred pages almost inevitably leads to a disjointed narrative, and From the Ruins of Empire is no exception. That said, I wholly applaud the ambition and deep research that a text like this requires, and my reading was rewarded with a number of epiphanies–for instance, a contextualization of the shift from collective to individual jihad or how recent of a phenomenon nationalism is in China.

Most crucially, Pankaj Mishra offers a very necessary corrective to the (still!) pervasive, Western-centric view of colonialism/market economies/capitalism as progressive, just, and inevitable. Mishra’s alternative lens is not only good for viewing the past but also a useful tool when considering what the 21st century may hold. Thus, despite the occasional narrative hiccups, From the Ruins of Empire is a good general primer on the political landscape of modern–and, perhaps, future–Asia.

The Rings of Saturn by W.G. Sebald

The Rings of Saturn by W.G. Sebald

Memory lives on in mute objects and people, allowing occasional—albeit gauzy—glimpses into the past to those that seek and consider. In this examination of much that can’t be fully explained, W.G. Sebald proceeds with the rigor and research befitting a scientific study. He then packages his findings in a unique prose that is Bernhardian in structure but has a staid, almost 19th century tone and is coupled with documentary-like photographs that lack captions and are a touch too grainy to be considered definitive sources.

At times almost monotone, Sebald’s passages push forward despite bearing a tangible weight, yet there’s always a feeling that the text could combust at any moment. It’s this looming devastation that fills the book with ample tension, though the closest this comes to being realized is in the occasional moments of insight and clarity that Sebald affords us—be it a character, like Thomas Browne, that Sebald ties to seemingly disparate situations or the subtle yet horrifying connection between the Third Reich’s curriculum of silkworm rearing and their methods of extermination in the concentration camps. These are epiphanies of a sort, though the discoveries they offer are usually haunting and tend to offer no resolution. But therein lies the lure of Sebald’s writing: it’s impassioned, learned, singular, and honest to the point of never offering false hope.

War & War by László Krasznahorkai

War & War by László Krasznahorkai

A brief, manic history of humanity, the multi-layered saga of War & War follows provincial archivist György Korin as he seeks a “Way Out” of life’s war and violence. Built from long, discursive sentences akin to those of Thomas Bernhard, Krasznahorkai’s protagonist lacks the hyper-rationality of Bernhard’s narrators, relying instead on a high-octane illogicality that regularly drags the novel into realms of zaniness and absurdity. His buoyant comedy and refusal to succumb to myriad setbacks make it hard not to root for Korin, despite the creeping sense that his search for a prevailing peace is not only ill-fated, but the journey of a madman. At once engrossing and alienating, hopeful and miserable, epiphanic and befuddling, this coiled, convoluted novel—which emphatically eschews just about every literary convention—is strange and special and, thus, a struggle worthy of author, narrator, and reader alike.


Leaf fault

Leaf division

Leaf ground

The Rhythm of Memory

I was interested in what I call the rhythm of memory–how people’s speech, inflections, and tempo change when they’re remembering something. Between that little transitional period when memory is not quite solid, you’re groping for it, and when it comes in strong, and then when it tails off again. I like these rhythms. –Annea Lockwood, Pink Noises


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