For whatever reasons, ATONEMENT is flashing its 'scenes' in my mind....repeatedly.....as have many images of Vanessa Redgrave, and of Rosalind Russell, both of whom I've 'worshiped' for half a century......So, again, back to the keyboard, today......inspired by two 'surface-dissimilar', half century apart influences......Patrick Dennis's LITTLE ME (1958) and Ian McEwan's ATONEMENT (2007).....After my aborted and discarded 'true life adventure' outline for a novel that depicted the truth behind the fiction, I've reverted to the previously discarded attempt at the illustrated fiction behind the truth....an even more daunting task.....realizing that both were plausible impossibilities.....So, I am also abandoning my rather obsessively punctilious requirement of seamless rhetoric and logical point of view, grammatical correctness and relative linearity......and, most importantly, the 'problem' that i have with....well......even in this paragraph.....left naked and 'uncorrected'.......not seeking either happy endings, gentle remonstrances, intellectual appeasements or the satisfactions of assumptive understanding......as difficult as it is to leave the in-distinctiveness of the wrong parts of speech, deliberate misspellings and neologisms.....all of which have already surfaced in these few words... THE GRAND CATARACT......the ocean of words, unhampered by the architecture of confinement... and read, only in the writing.....(and, the last six words are a complete dissimulation)...and, this monologue continues to enter a keyhole in a Mind's Room......filled with such......after watching a mini-series on Dunkirk........back to back with ISADORA......

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