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Of Gods and Books and The Surly
Jun. 14th, 2002 11:00 amI've been contemplating my space in the universe a bit lately. I guess I am impressionable to a degree...a small one, but a degree no less. I find this to be particularly true when I read books that tickle the very depths of my thinking, well, it makes me consider life in new ways. Books like House of Leaves, Geek Love, and RL's Dream, or even the diabolical Hannibal (no not the movie...that was horrible!) and/ or Exquisite Corpse; they make you feel like the *bad guy* is almost justified, or like you might want to be their friend. For those of you who need a cinematic reference, The Talented Mister Ripley. He is wrong, and you know that he is, but damn if you don't feel a tinge of sympathy and understanding. I mean, how many times has something painful and just super-shitty occured in your life where you just want to bash in the fucker's skull for his/ her actions against you? Vivid imaginations can be unsettling in times of great distress.
At any rate, I haven't been able to read American Gods as much as I have wanted to, partly because of working so much, but also because I got out of the reading mode for a spell. I go through modes of creative process - sometimes I am in reading mode, other times I am in writing mode, and even other times I paint or write music. Seldom do they occur simultaneously. I can force myself into a mode if needed, as in there are deadlines and the like. But usually, it just happens, like my own personal seasons, or phases of the moon.
BUT, last night, after having a very productive day in Jawndomay, all alone and just cleaning, reconnecting to my home here (I have felt so far away really), I laid down to read some of this book again, and came across a section where the main character, Shadow, had just been confronted (?) by one of the new gods...a television set in a hotel, which, amusingly, gets foiled by a sleep-timer. I just want to share a part of that with you:
He (Shadow) rolled over in bed and cosed his eyes. It occurred to him that the reason he liked Wednesday and Mr. Nancy and the rest of them (old-school Gods disguised as people in the modern world) better than their opposition was pretty straightforward: they might be dirty, and cheap, and their food might taste like shit, but at least they didn't speak in cliche`s.
And he guessed he would take a roadside attraction, no matter how cheap, how crooked, or how sad, over a shopping mall, any day.
~~~Neil Gaiman's American Gods, pp.139-140
I have to attend to my world again for a spell. I do not know if i can go to the Prom of Doom tonight - I work till 9PM, and i have nothing to wear, let alone a date. Reminds me of high school..I found a way back then, but still. There is a lot to do yet here before The End of the World...Shhh!!! Supah-secret! tee!hee!
To lock an entry, or not to lock an entry...hrmmm....screw it! I am feeling too surly.
At any rate, I haven't been able to read American Gods as much as I have wanted to, partly because of working so much, but also because I got out of the reading mode for a spell. I go through modes of creative process - sometimes I am in reading mode, other times I am in writing mode, and even other times I paint or write music. Seldom do they occur simultaneously. I can force myself into a mode if needed, as in there are deadlines and the like. But usually, it just happens, like my own personal seasons, or phases of the moon.
BUT, last night, after having a very productive day in Jawndomay, all alone and just cleaning, reconnecting to my home here (I have felt so far away really), I laid down to read some of this book again, and came across a section where the main character, Shadow, had just been confronted (?) by one of the new gods...a television set in a hotel, which, amusingly, gets foiled by a sleep-timer. I just want to share a part of that with you:
He (Shadow) rolled over in bed and cosed his eyes. It occurred to him that the reason he liked Wednesday and Mr. Nancy and the rest of them (old-school Gods disguised as people in the modern world) better than their opposition was pretty straightforward: they might be dirty, and cheap, and their food might taste like shit, but at least they didn't speak in cliche`s.
And he guessed he would take a roadside attraction, no matter how cheap, how crooked, or how sad, over a shopping mall, any day.
~~~Neil Gaiman's American Gods, pp.139-140
I have to attend to my world again for a spell. I do not know if i can go to the Prom of Doom tonight - I work till 9PM, and i have nothing to wear, let alone a date. Reminds me of high school..I found a way back then, but still. There is a lot to do yet here before The End of the World...Shhh!!! Supah-secret! tee!hee!
To lock an entry, or not to lock an entry...hrmmm....screw it! I am feeling too surly.
