Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

By Sarah Manguso

“[Manguso] has written the memoir we didn’t detect we needed.” ―The New Yorker

In Ongoingness, Sarah Manguso keeps to outline the contours of the modern essay. In it, she confronts a meticulous diary that she has stored for twenty-five years. “I desired to finish every day with a checklist of every little thing that had ever happened,” she explains. yet this easy assertion belies a fear that she may perhaps overlook anything, that she may possibly leave out whatever very important. conserving that diary, now 8 hundred thousand phrases, had turn into, until eventually lately, a type of religious practice.

Then Manguso grew to become pregnant and had a baby, and those Copernican occasions generated an amnesia that placed her right into a diverse courting with the necessity to record herself amid ongoing time.

Ongoingness is a spare, meditative paintings that stands in stark distinction to the volubility of the diary―it is a haunting account of mortality and impermanence, of the way we fight to discover readability within the chaos of time that rushes round and over and during us.

“Bold, stylish, and sincere . . . Ongoingness reads variously as an addict’s testimony, a confession, a party, an elegy.” ―The Paris Review

“Manguso captures the significant problem of reminiscence, of attentiveness to existence . . . A spectacularly and unsummarizably worthwhile read.” ―Maria Popova, mind Pickings

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He’d placed the puppy down months sooner than. I hadn’t remembered that, both. I scrambled to recollect the lifeless in order—of path an eighteenth-century composer was once lifeless, and the entire those that died sooner than i used to be born. My grandparents all have been useless. contemporary deaths of these I knew purely by means of their work—a novelist, a monologist. I remembered which of my acquaintances have been useless. one other friend’s stepmother, in a coma for years, had died previous that 12 months. solid, i assumed, I haven’t forgotten all of them. ♦ whilst i used to be virtually 9 months pregnant, my better half's mother started receiving hospice care. My health practitioner wouldn’t allow me to go the sea to determine her. My husband didn’t are looking to omit the start of our son. And he didn’t are looking to leave out the demise of his mom, the girl who raised him. I drank quarts of raspberry-leaf tea, attempting to set off early exertions. Six thousand miles clear of one another, unplannable moments ready themselves. My husband’s mobile rang. It used to be his stepsister, calling from his mother’s clinic room. definite, he stated. a couple of moments later he acknowledged, hello, mother! I hadn’t heard him say it for days. My middle beat difficult, as though it knew. ♦ My husband photos every little thing: sure hanks of insulated cord at the educate platform, clouds at sundown out the jet window, the form of my foot as I sleep. while he was once fired from his activity, he cleared off his demanding drives. Then he gave again the company’s pcs. That evening he found he’d forgotten to repeat the final photos he’d ever taken of his mom. in a single of the misplaced images, she holds her head in her hand. She turns towards the glass doorways that open onto the porch over the canal. She is skeletal, her physique now not in a position to derive foodstuff from foodstuff. She appears to be like uncharacteristically hopeless, as though the image represented the instant that she, who had outlived her sudden-death analysis through 5 years, wouldn't pass on. ♦ She was once given twenty-four hours to live to tell the tale the day i used to be instructed my cervix was once 50 percentage effaced. 3 weeks prior to her in simple terms grandchild was once born, she joined her outdated horse, who had fallen abruptly sick purely months earlier than and used to be waiting for her patiently within the earth. ♦ Then I grew to become a mom. i started to inhabit time otherwise. It had anything to do with mortality. I stored writing the diary, yet my fear in regards to the misplaced stories started to subside. ♦ Nursing an little one creates a lot misplaced, empty time. Of the baby’s night feeds I take into accout not anything. Of his sunlight hours feeds I take note nearly not anything. It used to be a distinct not anything from the unrecorded not anything of the years sooner than; this new not anything was once absent of subjective event. i used to be both asleep or nearly asleep invariably. Day and evening consisted of the enter and output of milk, usually in an emergency, however the emergencies all resembled one another. At sunrise i spotted a pile of tiny damp blankets and tiny damp outfits at the nursery flooring, yet I by no means remembered exchanging the golf green blouse with the yellow one. In my event nursing is ready. the mummy turns into the historical past opposed to which the infant lives, turns into time.

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