Leaving the Atocha Station has ratings and reviews. Paul said: One of those memoirs which with a light dusting of name changing and event rearr. Leaving the Atocha Station [Ben Lerner] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Adam Gordon is a brilliant, if highly unreliable, young American . For the duration of Leaving the Atocha Station, Ben Lerner’s protagonist, Adam Gordon, is in Spain on a fellowship. If anyone asks, he is writing.

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Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner

leavinv The upshot of this is that everything is exterior. Adam, the narrator and a stand-in for Lerner, a poet himself, has interesting things to say about poetry as the art of potentiality, ,eaving a way to embody the virtual, the “subjunctive”: The plot is so thin that the whole thing rises on the strength of the interior dialog alone. He spends most of the book lusting after a beautiful, intelligent woman, Teresa, and never actually has sex with her!

Leaving the Atocha Station is a brief book that reads quickly. Insofar as I was interested in the arts, I was interested in the disconnect between my experience of actual artworks and the claims made on their behalf; the closest I’d come to having a profound experience of art was probably the experience of this distance, a profound experience of the absence of profundity.

He has no intention of writing said poem. Bats were flying around confused in the middle of the day, colliding with each other, falling into little heaps.

Leaving the Atocha Station

Bees were disappearing, maybe because of cell phone radiation, maybe because of perfume, maybe because of candy. O, come ha scritto qualche critico, post-fiction.

I am, I realize with some bewilderment, in the minority in this view; the book has been included in numerous year-end “best of” lists, so clearly I am missing something.

It isn’t often that first novels by small-press modernist poets get picked up by publishers like Granta, atochq then, it isn’t often that any book comes with advance praise from James Wood, Paul Auster, James Meek and Jonathan Franzen.


That his fear of leabing seen as a fraud causes him to behave with extraordinary fraudulence accounts for much of the humor in this often very funny novel. Since his books were so great it only stands to reason that his recommendation must be tinged with equal brilliance, right?

Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner | Quarterly Conversation

Lerner pops pills and stays stoned at all times to keep the anxiety of fraudulence from overturning him and exposing the abyss beneath his project, but every pending agony of discovery is met with ever more applause. I wonder if there is something wrong with me. What’s curious about this book is the attention and adulation it’s received. I wondered if he had observed me in front of the Descent and if he was now standing before it in the hope of seeing whatever it was I must have seen.

He self-medicates with spliffs and anti-depressants and anxiolytics. She asked me if I knew a poem by Lorca, leavinh time about something that involved several colors and required her to softly roll her r’s, which I couldn’t do.

He traveled on a Fulbright Scholarship to Madrid, Spain in where he wrote his second book, Angle leqving Yawwhich was published in and was subsequently named a finalist for the National Book Award, and was selected by Brian Foley as one of the “25 important books of poetry of the 00s “.

On entering room 57, which was empty save lfaving a lanky and sleepy guard, the man walked right up to the small votive image of Christ attributed to San Leocadio: Perhaps I was missing a layer of irony, but I almost immediately lost patience with and sympathy for the narrator, Adam Gordon — a pampered pseudo-poet who is wasting a prestigious fellowship smoking dope and lying to everyone he meets during his aimless wanderings through various substrates of Madrid’s intellectual society.


She began to say something either about the moon, the effect of the moon on the water, or was using the full moon to excuse Miguel or the evening’s general drama, though the moon wasn’t full. Adam’s antics have the flavor of a Woody Allen movie, his hand-wringing about authenticity always accompanied by compulsive duplicity and self-sabotage.

The book is about a fairly unlikable young poet who is living in Madrid for a year on some kind of grant to study poetry and the Spanish Civil War. Her posture is almost an exact echo of Jesus’s; Nicodemus and a helper hold his apparently weightless body in the air.

Ben Lerner | excerpt of Leaving the Atocha Station

Adam Gordon is a poet who seems to hate poetry. I told atocua that no matter what I did, no matter what any poet did, the poems would constitute screens on which readers could project their own desperate belief in the possibility of poetic experience, whatever that might be, or afford them the opportunity to mourn its impossibility.

This kind of plurality appears probably on every page of this book. But they’re also beautiful and touching and precise. Next my project required dropping myself back through the skylight, shitting, taking a shower, my white pills, thd getting dressed. I don’t quite know why this book has gotten that attention, rather than some other small press book.

However, I must add that the writing is often fantastic. To ask other readers questions about Leaving the Atocha Stationplease sign up. Leggermente meno entusiasmante rispetto al ricordo che ne avevo. The title of the book is a line from a John Asbury poem that also seems to refer to this event.