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Sunday, July 26
Body Language & Mr. Holmes
James W. Hall’s Body Language visits our current interest in senility, dementia, and Alzheimer’s, with the father of the main character sliding down that slippery slope of memory loss. Alexandra Rafferty, a police photographer, recalls a philosopher she’d once read who had “determined that the present moment lasted only three to twelve seconds, and everything else was memory. ¶ Three to twelve seconds. The juicy sliver of orange you are slipping into your mouth, the sudden sour burst against the tongue, then abruptly, the next thing. The phone’s shrill ringing. Just that and only that until the next moment appears. An endless succession of brief intervals, always the present. Moments forever arising, and seconds later, forever lost. ¶ But it was also within those three to twelve seconds that the past was recalled. So that every instant of the past was hostage to the vagaries of the present. Any story of yesterday had to be refracted and colored by the narrow lens of the moment. . . . ¶ Accurate history depended on accurate journalism, good record-keeping. But how could there truly be such a thing? As a child, how was it possible to know which things to pay attention to? What to store, what to let go? . . . ¶ The same long-ago philosopher had described the past as a palimpsest, that ancient tablet that was erased again and again so new directives could be recorded there, a tablet whose surface inevitably showed the traces of previous texts. New replacing old, but the old never completely disappearing. Shadows remaining, the faint scribbles showing through, year after year, layer after layer accumulating, until the present text was little more than a muddle, a confusion of imperfectly erased sentences from the past.” Isn’t that nice? So many writers have tried to define memory, to see it for what it is so that they and the rest of us can come to grips with this horrible thing we now face: dementia and Alzheimer’s. In the distant past, everyone who grew old had loss of memory to one degree or another, but back then, old was sixty or a little more, oldsters mostly dying before they were victimized by this total memory loss. Now, when we define old as late seventies up to one hundred, more and more of us are learning the horrors of Alzheimer’s disease as we see our parents and grandparents relegated to a facility that cares for them until they die.
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