For some, that might seem like reading the ending before finishing the novel, but for me, it was more about being unabl to focus on the subtext, knowing that the answers were probably hidden in there instead of in the actual rose, if in fact he did ... you know ... off himself.
Jim Knipfel is going blind.
But it is insidious, and it is frightening. ” I read this ook with more lurking fear than just wondering if Knipfel would be reluctant to make the transition from being just depressed in general, to depressed and blind, to depressed, blind, and old.
I probably needed them sooner, but that was the age when I was launched from the rock house on the farm to the world of other little people ... kindergarten.
# thatwouldbesarcasmMy one question for the optometrist with each visit was, ... am I going to go blind? There is no sugar coating for Knipfel.
Knipfel writes this column for various newspapers throughout his life called Slackjaw, in which he discusses his life, making his way around the ity, but also his ongoing battle with the onset of blindness.
Turn the rage outward, go out and try to destroy the world instead. ” I do think ost of us do a pretty decen job of punishing ourselves for what the world does to us.
In the case of Knipfel, when he gets hate mail, it is a little more personal.
The optometrist informed me that I had a massive cataract, a solar eclipse, and that soon my right eye, suffering from the same condition, would also slowly go dark.
For ost people, getting a cataract so young would seem terrible, but in my case, it turned out to be more interesting than hitting the lottery.
He was unable to put new lenses in my yes, and for the seventh time since I was four years old, I can see without the assistanc of glasses or contacts.