Before I begin talking about the second chapter of Michael Jarret's Drifting on a Read I feel obliged to say that I am just about blogged out! I responded to most all of my classmates blogs, and I found myself surprised at how much I got into it. But, I have been drinking coffee all morning, and I have yet to use the restroom, so I'm going to write until my bladder makes me move or until I say all I have to say, whichever comes first.
As I mentioned in a response to one of Kendra's blog posts, Jarret irks me. He seems to spend a large portion of each chapter establishing his knowledge (both of arcane literary/cultural theory and jazz). Improvisation is a social construction, as is everything in the realm of semiotics, and as such, all signifiers are unstable, uncertain. Fine, I get it, can we please move past this idea without dropping the names of 40 French literary theorists?
As for the section on the "signature" I actually felt physically ill while reading it. Even with inclusion of the "message to skeptics" on page 90, I was unconvinced of the relevance of this section. Perhaps the excercise could have been summed up, and I might have bought it, but to share hisresponse to this writing prompt for nearly ten pages? Unacceptable.
As Stephen Colbert might say, "Jarret, you're on notice."