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Reading Miss MacIntosh > 14 -- I came, in my wanderings, to the grave... (200)

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Nathan "N.R." Gaddis (nathannrgaddis) | 95 comments chapter 14 page 200


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Jonathan (nathandjoe) | 44 comments We begin at the grave of the black coachman, buried perhaps where the surf beats against the shore. The Mother dreams him back, while Mr Spitzer prevaricates. The coachman is a landmark, a guide, an ensurer of movement, buried with the carriage and horses, pounding forward under the earth. He had known everything during the Mother's childhood, provides a promise of some sort of certainty (as Miss Mac does for Vera).

Much is made of duality – the two Spitzers, two worlds.

Mr Spitzer is revealed more to us – his failures, his greyness, his averageness – mundane and unassuming – "stodgy". We are told that "his facial expression, however, was always one of both denial and flight. He could not say no unless he should say yes, though yet the perfect truth was that which he must always search for".

The silent music, the suicide of the brother. The travels, invented and true.

Mr Spitzer is impossibly, supernaturally, "real" in his mundane, fat presence. This is almost terrifying to the Mother. We are told again and again of her journey to the Real through all that Illusion.


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