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How do I know?
I write it, I write them both. The hard copy (see Outline) has a linear structure, but the web version is a hypertext and will be read differently.
I do not have the final shapes of both, and this is what makes me work on both of them. I believe that all what I have to do is to do what I am doing. I write, I work on those webpages -- and the rest is up to the future.
Oh yes, I would to like to see it printed. From time to time I print the hard copies to fix the errors and I wait for the day when I can print the whole book.
There are a few promotional pages @ WRITE directories, which are supposed to introduce my manuscripts.
The three parts are "intellectual" divisions of the texts. How does it related to my family story?
This is something I am working on right now!
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QuestionsAnti-Oedipus Sophocles.05 *
2004 & After
Говорят, каждый писать пишет одну и ту же книгу. Но не буквально, как я.
Романы так не пишут. Даже в сказках есть конец. А где конец, там начало, там -- история. Рассказ.
Не помню уже своих чувств, надежд, ничего не помню.
Так трепещут весной листья, и так шуршат они под ногами потом...The American book is a mess. It still has no shape. Originally, I thought that I will follow the natural chronology -- my defection in Italy in 1980 (what a nice, exotic opener!), my years in New York and New England, when I tried everything -- I had a theatre, a gallery and a Russian Daily financed by the mafia (I had so many business, because they were failing one after another rather quickly). Oh, there were plenty of story. My fight with the US government for a citizenship (I was a member of the party in Russia. I tried again in Virginia with GOP and failed again) -- interesting? And I was teaching all that time in many places. That's how I ended up in Alaska as a department head and a Fulbright fellow in Russia. Of course, I was an American! An American professor and an American partner in the joint-venture in St. Petersburg.... The problem is that I have no time for the stories. I write about thoughts. I have too many of them. I miss the sensors and editors I had in Moscow. It was a wonderful arrangements! Freedom is a curse -- I write anything that comes to my mind! And my mind is completely out of control.That what I wrote three years ago, when I knew next to nothing about the Web.
I hope that the webpages could discipline me. After all, it's a public space. I will put out the texts I work on most from the book. I have no pictures for this site, go to my other locations....
Now I know. I know more than nothing.
I keep two versions of my books: one for print, another for web.
What you see is the Introduction to PostAmeriKa webBook.
The difference is in one word -- HYPERTEXT.Oh! I just lost forever everything I wrote for the past twenty minutes. Electronic make morbidity obvious. Those homes on web -- I can choose the address and the style of the house, and it's free! I have to have a name and password, the key to enter. Who is virtual -- the home or me? And it listed as property! I knock at the door of my home. Why can't I enter? No, I am talking about my own self, my soul, my mind.
Ах, сколько надежд было на веб! Словно мир открылся -- вот она, свобода, говори с миром. Говори, что болит... Пой.
@2001-2003 Contents * NEXT: Нет, не "электронное" введение надо было задумывать. И писать надо было по-русски... Писать надо было. Теперь поздно.