Kenneth Dawson Lee’s Journey Through Memory and Identity

The tale following the two-fold path of enlightenment surrounding Kenneth Dawson Lee’s journey in Broken-Ness Spells & New Calluses a film noir expositional piece by Jasmin Jay Ivankovic defies traditional narrative structures, operating as an introspective odyssey through memory, identity, and existential reckoning. With a cadence that blends the frenetic intensity of stream-of-consciousness with the precision of theoretical reasoning, the novel advances a deeply personal yet structurally intricate engagement with themes of self-knowledge, mental illness, and institutional critique.

At its core, Broken-Ness Spells functions as a meditation on the intersections of memory and meaning. Lee’s narrator wrestles with the burden of recollection, attempting to discern whether past experiences serve as guiding beacons or as oppressive hauntings. The text’s recursive style mirrors this struggle, layering self-reflective commentary upon recollected experience, such that the novel itself embodies the difficulty of achieving definitive self-understanding. Lee’s prose, characterized by elliptical phrasing and syntactical inversions, further underscores this epistemological instability.

Moreover, the work interrogates institutional authority, particularly through its treatment of psychiatric hospitalization and surveillance. The protagonist’s engagement with mental health professionals oscillates between reluctant compliance and outright defiance, reflecting broader anxieties surrounding diagnostic frameworks and the medicalization of the psyche. Lee’s invocation of mathematical reasoning—most notably in his references to game theory and probability—infuses these institutional encounters with a calculated tension: how does one play a system that has already determined its winning conditions?

The novel’s engagement with enlightenment, both in its philosophical and personal dimensions, underscores its larger existential ambitions. The protagonist’s claim to a “two-fold path of enlightenment” signals an attempt to reconcile abstract, intellectual pursuits with immediate, lived experience. In this way, Lee situates his work within a lineage of philosophical fiction that includes Dostoevsky, Beckett, and Pynchon—authors similarly concerned with the limits of knowledge and the absurdities of human existence.

Yet, unlike his predecessors, Lee embeds his narrative within the rhythms of contemporary institutional life, rendering his philosophical inquiries not as lofty, detached ruminations, but as urgent and lived experiences. The novel’s hospital setting, replete with enigmatic figures such as Tonia Nosa-Deth and Deek Nesbitt, transforms into a microcosm of modernity’s alienating forces. The clinical and the existential collide in ways that feel both idiosyncratic and universally resonant.

Perhaps most compellingly, Broken-Ness Spells resists the impulse to resolve its own uncertainties. By leaving many of its narrative threads dangling and its philosophical inquiries open-ended, Lee creates a text that does not seek to impose meaning, but rather compels its reader to grapple with meaning’s inherent instability. It is this refusal to conform to conventional closure that ultimately positions Broken-Ness Spells as a vital and uncompromising work of contemporary literature.

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Author: Jasmin IvankovicDated: 13th February 2020
Submission to: Albert L. Walker Excellence in English Scholarship Committee
This is the scholarship foundation founded in the memory of long-time Iowa State English Professor and Dept. Chair, Albert L. Walker. He is a very accomplished writer and community leader who passed away in March 2019 at 73 years of age. I have submitted this written piece in response to their 500-word essay prompt in order to describe my relationship to literature. Although I spent roughly 25 minutes on this before making my submission, I have made several application updates in the course of a day. And although what I have published here has a few wording changes not reflected by the submitted essay, It remains exactly 500 words, and the overall message has not been altered in any way, shape, or form.
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To put into words what literature has given in return for the many hours I’ve spent alone beneath a reading lamp brings catharsis like no other. I made my way through a library, where many like myself found the dimly lit atmosphere a calling that no other place could match. If it wasn’t for Salinger when I was 17, I wouldn’t have gazed out the dock beneath a setting sun as it shone over Lake Constance and had Holden’s voice (how I imagined it) in my mind, reminding me that I would never live another day quite like that one. And if it wasn’t for Wallace when I was 19, I wouldn’t have found myself so painfully aware of my own addiction to the glowing rectangle constantly in my hand; I wouldn’t have asked myself: “what was the double-bind holding me in place?”and found something there answering like a higher calling, my education, a kind of God I have given myself away to. Heller revived himself for me when I was 20, and I found myself laughing more and more each satirical left turn. I said goodbye to Snowden. I knew Ore made it to Switzerland. And, in my heart, I believed that Yoyo would, too.
What was the point of my day away from the engineering classroom? Was I better off looking through the binary-deductive lens of a dead mathematician? Who would I rather eat lunch with?
I kept myself rotating from the cold scientific truths to the imagined realm of the story and back. I grew each year asking for a quixotic mind to guide me from the depths of linearity and, in the process, became adept to the ways of literature and dependent on the ways of engineering.

But, more importantly, I was never alone. Because structure gave me time to believe. And I broke free, only to find a different kind develop. I once stayed up all night just to reread Fahrenheit 451. Because I was running from something, the shadows were mooning, and deep down, I knew that’s where I’d find my answers. Because if I wasn’t living a story within a story, then where would I be? If I wasn’t trying for opening the window to the best time I could have on any given day, you’d find me following Nietzsche into the abyss, because I knew it was staring back at me. And, you can ask for One Hundred Years of Solitude, but you would have to find the magic, surreal space being subject to forces from outside the vacuum. And I’ve only made it through to the few who could see that there’s a life outside. Further, there is also a growing life inside yourself, but only if you water it and provide the sunlight. My first principle was change, and I saw this change through every nuance-inspiring question. I said to myself that “each new question” meant “I was blind before I found the Answers.” The books just led me out.