Worth A Rewatch: Angels: And Dostoevsky On Injury

Enlightenment is far too strong a word, but it is something that at least notices the noticing.

I love rewatching movies from the past.

Five, ten, twenty years ago: it doesn’t matter which decade some much as the time between viewings.

I wouldn’t call it nostalgia. It’s more like an audit — a moment to look at who I was and compare it to who I am.

“How did I miss that?” I say with an odd twinge of satisfaction. Because I know how. I didn’t even know what to look for then, but I do now.

Progress.

“This doesn’t hold up,” I say, with similar gratification. Because it isn’t so much a cultural shift as a personal migration. Enlightenment is far too strong a word, but it is something that at least notices the noticing.

Works the same with books. If you have yet to try it, you should. Read a book you loved a decade ago. Still love it? Love it differently?