THE PHILOSOPHER SAVANT CROSSES THE RIVER

In �The Philosopher Savant Crosses the River, � Rustin Larson now winds his words several notches closer to a phantom sense of the certainties we once thought we could assume � the way life promised a few solid things, perhaps �the purpose of life, � which now seems sold door to door as �an abrupt change, � if anything.� Words in their ordinary sense have been released from those customary connections, and often seem spoken from a place of floating far below meaning�s surface, as if a sedimentia abounding in the reasoning of tea leaves or some other structure of correspondence beyond our normal grasp were sending messages to the surface of the page.�� Audrey Bohanan