Monday, February 07, 2005
The things one finds while googling for confederate railroad lyrics.
http://www.newyorker.com/critics/books/?050214crbo_books
I love the New Yorker. More than I love New York. I grew up somewhat afraid of the actual city. The New York I love is that of Harold Ross and Thurber and Parker and Nash.
It's a story about the smartest woman in the world, who lives on an island and writes novels in French. After many years, a lost box is found. She opens it, but the jewels are missing. Among the junk in the box she find a half-written novel from when she was 20, and spends two years finishing it.
It's a story about a man who is a god-emperor, and his love for a teenage boy. They live happily ever after until the boy, noticing he's not a teenager anymore, throws himself in the river. Yo, Hadrian.
Being an enlighted sort, he orders the Jews to stop mutilating their childrens' gentials. They object. He, like she, prefers peace to war, so he is sad when everybody dies. He dies. I get my god-emperors mixed up, but they went downhill fast after that.
Her next big novel is the abyss, a sort of "system of the world" look at emergence of the enlightement from medieval Belgium.
She gets older, and, I assume, dies*. I'm off to finish the article.
My lawyer was sick today so I didn't have to go to court so I'm downloading porn, er,
doing a bit of research online and posting webcomics to a forum i'm in.
ourcenar often voiced the conviction that her characters actually existed, and lived with her, but there is no character she felt closer to than Zeno. He was a brother to her, as she put it. When she couldn’t sleep, she would hold out a hand to him. Once, weirdly, she recalled going to a bakery and leaving Zeno there; she had to go back and get him, she said
I can relate to that. I once dated a young woman who either had multiple personalities or just got very into some of the roles she played in community theatre. She was, I think, a bit mad at the time, so she seemed, in my solipsistic world peopled mostly by non-player characters, to be real, so I reached out to her,
breaking out of my austistic-like shell. Got my heart broke, of course, stalked her for a few years, still stay in touch now and then. She dated my roommate then I dated hers, etc, in those chains of connections and events that happen between people.
Without that history between us, I wouldn't have wound up a lawyer, at least where and when I did, and she wouldn't have met her first husband and had the boy who introduced her to her second husband.
* She does die, after outliving her girlfriend and her less-than-half-her-age boyfriend. Her house on the island is now a museum.
http://www.newyorker.com/critics/books/?050214crbo_books
I love the New Yorker. More than I love New York. I grew up somewhat afraid of the actual city. The New York I love is that of Harold Ross and Thurber and Parker and Nash.
It's a story about the smartest woman in the world, who lives on an island and writes novels in French. After many years, a lost box is found. She opens it, but the jewels are missing. Among the junk in the box she find a half-written novel from when she was 20, and spends two years finishing it.
It's a story about a man who is a god-emperor, and his love for a teenage boy. They live happily ever after until the boy, noticing he's not a teenager anymore, throws himself in the river. Yo, Hadrian.
Being an enlighted sort, he orders the Jews to stop mutilating their childrens' gentials. They object. He, like she, prefers peace to war, so he is sad when everybody dies. He dies. I get my god-emperors mixed up, but they went downhill fast after that.
Her next big novel is the abyss, a sort of "system of the world" look at emergence of the enlightement from medieval Belgium.
She gets older, and, I assume, dies*. I'm off to finish the article.
My lawyer was sick today so I didn't have to go to court so I'm downloading porn, er,
doing a bit of research online and posting webcomics to a forum i'm in.
ourcenar often voiced the conviction that her characters actually existed, and lived with her, but there is no character she felt closer to than Zeno. He was a brother to her, as she put it. When she couldn’t sleep, she would hold out a hand to him. Once, weirdly, she recalled going to a bakery and leaving Zeno there; she had to go back and get him, she said
I can relate to that. I once dated a young woman who either had multiple personalities or just got very into some of the roles she played in community theatre. She was, I think, a bit mad at the time, so she seemed, in my solipsistic world peopled mostly by non-player characters, to be real, so I reached out to her,
breaking out of my austistic-like shell. Got my heart broke, of course, stalked her for a few years, still stay in touch now and then. She dated my roommate then I dated hers, etc, in those chains of connections and events that happen between people.
Without that history between us, I wouldn't have wound up a lawyer, at least where and when I did, and she wouldn't have met her first husband and had the boy who introduced her to her second husband.
* She does die, after outliving her girlfriend and her less-than-half-her-age boyfriend. Her house on the island is now a museum.
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