Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The confession of an existentialist. That's what this book is. A monologue that takes place in a bar and the surrounding areas.
His fall= The Fall = Garden of Eden fall.
I enjoyed it. I find Camus' outlook pretty bleak. Existentialism makes life pointless and leaves people who believe in it free and captive at the same time. Free to make noise and watch it's effect on the world, but unable to mean anything by it. Unable to care.
Anyway, on to freaky, Portland pastures. Next up, a close look at freaks and the people they love, Geek Love, by Katherine Dun. It's a book Chuck Palahniuk talks about all the time. Definitely has the same eyes wide open feel: the main character is a female albino dwarf with a hump.
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Friday, September 14, 2007
Ah, love me some Coetzee.
Slow Man is perfect for the writing student. Basically, the climax happens at the beginning, then someone has to come in to force things to keep moving. That someone is a Coetzee creation: a writer named Elizabeth Costello.
The writer places herself into the story, claiming the main character "came to her." She never really explains herself, but keeps forcing the character to do things. She always gives the guy a choice, but makes suggestions as to how to be more active in life.
This surface stuff is pure gravy. The real story is underneath. It's all about love. The main character wants love, wants to be loved, but he doesn't accept the idea of love. Classic tragedy.
Can you tell I loved it? Coetzee is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors.
Yes, I know. I wrote "love" a lot. Deal with it.
Almost done with: The Fall, by Camus.
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