Hobanic bibliomancy

Came across a copy of Pilgermann by Russell Hoban in a second hand store. Opened it at random. Read the following paragraph.

No. We assume always too much, we assume what cannot be assumed. We see dots so we connect them with lines and we claim to know what the lines and dots signify. There is a marching, there is a galloping, there is a hissing of arrows, a clashing of swords; or it may be that there is simply a stretching forth of the neck to the sword, there is a wrapping in the Torah scroll, there is a burning alive and we assume (always the assumptions) that these things are happening to different people. We assume that the Frank is distinct from the Jew who is distinct from the Turk but I cannot now think of it as being like that. It seems to me now that that busy line, that motion in the circuitry, did not leap from one dot to another: from the leap of its original impulse its being continued on its way to flash into Christian, Jew, Muslim, fortresses, rivers, dawns, full moons, battles, crows, the wind in the trees, anything you like. Mountains in the dawn; the shock of Thing-in-Itself, the enormity of Now. So it is that although my being is in one way or another continuous I cannot present to you Pilgermann as continuous, only flashes here and there.

That book, man. That book.

3 Responses to “Hobanic bibliomancy”

  1.   2trees
    March 18th, 2011 | 7:51 am

    Dude… do you realise your own genius !!?

  2.   billy
    March 18th, 2011 | 2:44 pm


  3.   billy
    March 19th, 2011 | 4:42 pm

    To be honest, most of the time I feel like I don’t understand anything and have no idea what I am doing.