Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Horror-Romance of Flint

I'm reading Stasiland: Stories from Behind the Berlin Wall by Anna Funder. This line reminded me of Flint. Not all of Flint, but a part of it, the part where my memories of the place meet the reality of present day.
I think about the feeling I've developed for the former German Democratic Republic. It is a country which no longer exists, but here I am on a train hurtling through it — its tumbledown houses and bewildered people. This feeling needs a sticklebrick word: I can only describe it as horror-romance. It's a dumb feeling, but I don't want to shake it.

3 comments:

  1. St. Matthew Sacred HeartFebruary 24, 2013 at 3:15 PM

    I dunno what I just read, but Flint definitely needs a sticklebrick.

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  2. Providence God's TabernacleMarch 3, 2013 at 5:15 PM

    Au contraire, a sticklebrick for Flint would be incredibly destructive. Say "No" to Flint sticklebricks. The only bricks we need are on Saginaw St.

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  3. Having grown up in Flint and been stationed in Berlin right after the wall fell I resemble this statement.

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