{"id":1559,"date":"2014-11-17T23:12:17","date_gmt":"2014-11-17T23:12:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/godshampoo.com\/?page_id=1559"},"modified":"2014-11-20T14:46:25","modified_gmt":"2014-11-20T14:46:25","slug":"wingstroke","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/?page_id=1559","title":{"rendered":"wingstroke"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ocean rain, machine. The waves are big, like passing trucks, and the wind grabs like an aluminum sail. I am looking at the world <a title=\"nabokov renders\" href=\"http:\/\/godshampoo.com\/?page_id=2186\" target=\"_blank\">Nabokov renders <\/a>in my mind, the world of, so far, an abhorrent self. \u00a0That, in self lies empathy. I should save your life, machine, and take you inside, this blowing, wet weather is not for you.\u00a0\u00a0 The deep immersion into the first person generates empathy. \u00a0Or, I am a too-compassionate reader. I am reading for what it would be to be the writer, to ask where it comes from. Everywhere, is the answer I am getting. I am thinking of <em>Wingstroke<\/em>, of Kern stewing in aching love and yet expressing himself in precisely the opposite manner, with his curt request, and cold-rewritten letter. \u00a0And the story. Like a partly unraveled tassel, the shape of the insane mind. I set the story in the Chautauqua upstate New York, the most certainly haunted place I have ever been. That way I can hear the floors creak when the characters move about. This schism between Kern and his expression of himself, it ruins him, but does it transform him? Is the be-mazed, laughing Kern of the end of the story, the same prim man who gazed twice at the magazine picture of his dead former wife? With his tame patent leather lace-up shoes. I see them light blue-grey, and shiny, his thin wool socks turned down at the ankles.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Wingstroke<\/em> appears in <a title=\"the stories of vladimir nabokov\" href=\"http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/8146.The_Stories_of_Vladimir_Nabokov\" target=\"_blank\"><em>The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov\u00a0<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ocean rain, machine. The waves are big, like passing trucks, and the wind grabs like an aluminum sail. I am looking at the world Nabokov renders in my mind, the world of, so far, an abhorrent self. \u00a0That, in self lies empathy. I should save your life, machine, and take you inside, this blowing, wet &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/?page_id=1559\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">wingstroke<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1559","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1559","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1559"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1559\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2290,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1559\/revisions\/2290"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1559"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}