Colin Watson

After reading Jericho Parms’s newest article “My Paradiso '' in the book “Don't Look Now, Things We Wish We Hadn’t seen, I’m left with tears in my eyes. Mrs. Parms has a tendency to elegantly lead her readers down a path of strung consciousness connecting her memory of circumstance to a blacketed layer of metaphor and likeness. In this article specifically, she paints the memory of a deceased dear friend with sensations of the ocean, awareness of the tides and is so academically inclined to think alphabetically, abstractly peering into the coincidence of the letters S, V, I O’s and U’s and their memoir relations. She speaks of contentment through growth and the unveiling of such values through the vulnerable submission to our desires as was present in the 1988 film “Cinema Paradiso.” With such a complex and densely woven essay I find it difficult, nye impossible, to completely unravel the depths of it’s wonder; you’ll simply have to read it for yourself.