Desarticulaciones by Sylvia MolloyMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
My first encounter with Sylvia Molloy was brief due to the nature and structure of her precise narrative. Thus, it astonishes me that I am so completely saturated with emotion and potential energy. As she narrates her telephone calls and visits with her dear friend dealing with Alzheimer's disease, the reader will suddenly realize a mysterious affinity to the book as it develops with humbly lengthed chapters. They powerfully affirm the axiom, "quality not quantity," and encapsulate some of the most enigmatic and deeper necessities of humanity; language, memory, their meaning and how we are molded and constructed by them, using them and the uncountable processes we essentially use to connect with others. Here, Molloy harmoniously revisits her processes with nostalgia, or more precisely, acknowledgement, as she lucidly, and sometimes painfully, accompanies her beloved friend as they drift away to a different mental and physical realm. The author, in all her vulnerability, exposes that which has been constructed through shared experience, conversation, literary endeavor, and playful folly, and how its composite is autonomously deconstructing, shifting, and seemingly disappearing. However, the strength of Desarticulaciones is in the author's capacity to bring sense and order to the senseless deterioration of the human mind. As the two individuals disconnect, there are moments of great wisdom, logic, and enlightenment, and paradoxically and equally beautifully, from the person who is apparently losing their mind, leaving the clear minded individual in a bewildered preponderance of thought.
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