Monday, October 19, 2015
Saturday, October 17, 2015
All roads were right for me, a wrong road was an event, for me.
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking othing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further one.
But these were mere crises, and what are crises compared to all that never stops, knows neither ebb nor flow, its surface leaden above infernal depths.
We underestimate this little hole, it seems to me, we call it the arsehol and affect to despise it. But is it not rather the true portal of of our being and the celebrated mouth no more than the kitchen-door. Nothing goes in, or so little, that is not rejected on the spot, or very nearly. Almost everything revolts it that comes from without and what comes from within does not seem to receive a very warm welcome either. Are these not significant facts. Time will tell.
It's a strange thing. I don't like men, and I don't like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
Intense and intensely beautiful and sad, and hugely blackly comic. Parallels to my beloved THE THIRD POLICEMAN by Flann O'Brien abound. For investigation.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Many flaws though. Awful dialogue that sounds mostly like editorials, thin characterizations (particularly of the narrator, Mae), gigantically obvious and silly metaphors (the Aquarium replicating the bottom of the Mariana Trench).
I was increasingly reminded of Dosteovsky's Underground Man who seems embodied by the hapless, martyred Mercer who wants only to be left alone to construct his chandeliers out of antlers. Following on that, then, Mae is the proto-typcial Above-Ground Woman, who seeks to be completely known to society, completely "Transparent."
Thursday, October 08, 2015
Monday, October 05, 2015
Buy the books on Amazon, and watch videos of some readings. Please.
My son and I saw THE HIDDEN FORTRESS at AFI Silver yesterday afternoon, what a masterpiece! The 21-year old Misa Uehara as the Princess was ...
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO LIE: The Life and Times of Louise Fitzhugh, Renegade Author of Harriet the Spy By Leslie BrodyInteresting if thin biography of Fitzhugh. There was an earlier one from 1991 by Virginia Wolf that is apparently more scholarly. This one...
Really like this unusual book. I don't know if it's "the most important book of the last ten years," as Edmund White blu...