I finally feel sick and dirty. Previously I was just compulsively reading, fascinated and even relating. I suppose I could be glad that morally appropriate emotions have returned, but instead I just feel dark and empty now.
I killed a tiny cupboard moth and felt guilt and dismay, an experience I've never had before.
I just need Bateman to get caught now. I fear he won't. But at least it will end. Not much longer ... I am going to finish it, so I'm clearly not that disgusted.
I have begun skimming over some of the more disturbing passages, very long conversations about types of mineral water carbonation, for example.
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Do you really think it's about whether he gets caught or not?
[I have begun skimming over some of the more disturbing passages, very long conversations about types of mineral water carbonation, for example.]
Heh
As someone who found Pan's frikken Labyrinth "too dark", I can't really understand why you're reading American Psycho.
But it pleases me.
him getting caught: no, it's not about that at all. It would insert some kind of redeeming thing (someone would have to catch him; he's bad, they'd be good. there's be one good human in the world!). I know it's not the point and I don't expect him to get caught. It's not a book that's leading me to believe that relief is something I can expect.
I would like him taken down a peg or two.
I'm all invested in the nothingness.
pan's labyrinth: I've thought a lot about why I didn't really dig this movie when everyone else loved it. I can't really work it out. I think it was too 'poetic' or something for my tastes. Too much ambiguity about what's real or not. I don't know. It just didn't work for me.
I think I understand and appreciate the dark statements made by American Psycho. I can get meaning from them. And the stuff like, how everyone keeps confusing each other for someone else. It just resonates with me in a way that Pan's Labyrinth didn't.
Me no know.
Well, they're really different. But they're both, in their different ways, quite Dark. And you told me PL didn't do it for you coz it was so dark.
[Too much ambiguity about what's real or not.]
Yeah, see, I totally go for that shit, and shit
(More articulate response later.. maybe..)
[how everyone keeps confusing each other for someone else.]
Totally!
I feel like reading it again now. Unfortunately I think my copy is locked in my parent's shed in Canberra.
[I would like him taken down a peg or two.
I'm all invested in the nothingness.]
It's all about the nothingness, baby.
I dunno. I've been thinking a lot about this and related issues lately.. but without conclusion
Locked up ... because it's DANGEROUS?
:)
Maybe it's the satire that makes the violence/nastiness meaningful for me in AP, whereas PL treats those aspects in a way more consistent with the horror genre. And I can't do horror.
I've finished reading it now, anyway. He takes himself down, a bit. When I wrote originally, he was at the height of his excess nastiness and I couldn't see any way out. Then it went just a little bit further and I realised something was going to give. He becomes less sure of himself the further along he goes.
It's all just so very well done. I'm dead impressed.
Bret Easton Ellis says Patrick Bateman is based on his father.
I was out with my friend Li last night, who has this strange fetishistic obsession with Bateman. He was telling me to read Glamorama. Maybe I will. Maybe I will read Glamorama and watch Raising Arizona.
(It's all about the surfaces, apparently.)
But today I have to go to the gym, reshoot a bauble for teh blog, sweep and mop the house which I haven't done since the mega-houseclean in September, and write christmas cards. I need to get worming tablets for Nads and I still haven't taken apart my old bed and moved it into the spare room and put together my new bed in my room. And I haven't read that thing by What that you sent me, at all. I was too hungover at work yesterday to read anything.
Things, things, things. Stuff. Y'know?
I am gonna make a new Mishukis album, I have decided, so I will have to get my computer mic fixed, finally. Also.
I thought about recording it onto my phone, which would be very much in the spicket of the Mishukis but ultimately I just can't justify investing that much effort for an end product which sounds as shitty as that would sound.
Stuff.
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