thanks
to all the wondeful people in my life who actually read my stuff. i feel really lucky about that!
just finished the loss of el dorado by v.s. naipaul...interesting stuff. it's funny reading a history where i can not directly place myself. the thing about naipaul is that he does not romanticize anything except the intelligence of the british. hmmm.
anyway, moving on. i still like him though. i mean, thank goodness i was born in a time where i could appreciate his work...even when, interestingly enough, people like us (him and me) are not even footnoted in these accounts. but he too sees that, and i can detect in naipaul a wanting to present things within the paradigm he had been educated, while at the same time serving it a bit cold, just for the hell of it. he is, after all, a writer without borders.
the universality of the written word. whatever happened to that? is there such a thing? i think so. i really got that when i read lennox's book. it was the first time i read something that really made me understand what people meant when they said that color doesn't matter to them. because whenever i hear that, i'm like yeah right...but i don't know, lennox succeeds in conveying to me how that could work on a very ironic, i would even say self-liberating level. didn't think it was possible.
real life soon starts. i am moving along with this project--slowly but surely. steady work, never losing focus...
well, trying not to anyway!
just finished the loss of el dorado by v.s. naipaul...interesting stuff. it's funny reading a history where i can not directly place myself. the thing about naipaul is that he does not romanticize anything except the intelligence of the british. hmmm.
anyway, moving on. i still like him though. i mean, thank goodness i was born in a time where i could appreciate his work...even when, interestingly enough, people like us (him and me) are not even footnoted in these accounts. but he too sees that, and i can detect in naipaul a wanting to present things within the paradigm he had been educated, while at the same time serving it a bit cold, just for the hell of it. he is, after all, a writer without borders.
the universality of the written word. whatever happened to that? is there such a thing? i think so. i really got that when i read lennox's book. it was the first time i read something that really made me understand what people meant when they said that color doesn't matter to them. because whenever i hear that, i'm like yeah right...but i don't know, lennox succeeds in conveying to me how that could work on a very ironic, i would even say self-liberating level. didn't think it was possible.
real life soon starts. i am moving along with this project--slowly but surely. steady work, never losing focus...
well, trying not to anyway!
