It's just like the water. I haven't felt this way in years.
I just finished one of the most riviting books ever: Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell. It is oddly compasionate, even though I spent the entire book, save the last thirty pages, loathing the main character. Then like that--when he has his revelation--I had mine. I realized he is fucking right! And I automatically fell in love with him. Ah, superb.
That book gave the largest urge to read Mrs. Dalloway for the fifteenth time. My copy is so marked up now that I can't even read it in peace without reliving the pain of writing my thesis. But this time, Mrs. Dalloway is taking on this entire different being: it's not about art anymore, but class, about humanity and what people want. I'm seeing it as a companion to Orwell's work, and it's really weird. And that's why I love Virginia Woolf.
I also love Jack White.
It's almost Thanksgiving. When I was a kid, my favorite thing about the holiday was seeing the first Christmas commercial during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. It's ruined now that they start showing advertisments well before Halloween. Bastards.
I just finished one of the most riviting books ever: Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell. It is oddly compasionate, even though I spent the entire book, save the last thirty pages, loathing the main character. Then like that--when he has his revelation--I had mine. I realized he is fucking right! And I automatically fell in love with him. Ah, superb.
That book gave the largest urge to read Mrs. Dalloway for the fifteenth time. My copy is so marked up now that I can't even read it in peace without reliving the pain of writing my thesis. But this time, Mrs. Dalloway is taking on this entire different being: it's not about art anymore, but class, about humanity and what people want. I'm seeing it as a companion to Orwell's work, and it's really weird. And that's why I love Virginia Woolf.
I also love Jack White.
It's almost Thanksgiving. When I was a kid, my favorite thing about the holiday was seeing the first Christmas commercial during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. It's ruined now that they start showing advertisments well before Halloween. Bastards.
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Goddamn!
PS. I'll probably be going to bed at seven tonight. Just call me Grandma Del.
damn. you are lucky to have time to read. the only thing i get to read anymore are my textbooks and i don't read those much.
luv your profile pic. sexy
later
ps. most of the snow here in glendive has melted off, and back home the snow is completley gone. sucks ass.