[Industrialblog,
March 19, 2005]
Book Questions
Via ZombyBoy I found these questions bouncing around the blogosphere.
You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
Uh, I never read it. (blush).
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
One better, I fell in love. I spent a good two weeks reading her book every siesta while teaching at USTM, enjoying every minute of it as if she were really in my presence talking to me. I looked forward to our "nooners" where she confessed everything.
When it was over, I missed her. I mean, the hurt was real, like I'd lost a friend. But I got over her and moved on. I've never again fallen in love with a fictional character (and had never done so before).
Who was she? Anna Wulf of The Golden Notebook. She was literary, brilliant, articulate, funny, insecure, ruthlessly honest, promiscuous as hell and crazy in that good way you know leads to great sex and conversation. Which is documented in spades. She does a "day in the life" that explodes Joyce's Ulysses in fewer than 30 pages. Her free fall from Marxist intellectual snobbery and her endearing "not getting it / slowly getting it" [that's probably not even intentional] was endearing. I seriously considered calling up Doris Lessing in England and hitting on her, even if she was in her 70s.
The last book you bought is:
Some diet book. It says eat what you want, as long as it's "real food". Eat well but less of it. Um, believe it or not, I'm doing that and it's working.
The last book you read:
That diet book.
What are you currently reading?
Blogs, mostly.
You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
Uh, I never read it. (blush).
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
One better, I fell in love. I spent a good two weeks reading her book every siesta while teaching at USTM, enjoying every minute of it as if she were really in my presence talking to me. I looked forward to our "nooners" where she confessed everything.
When it was over, I missed her. I mean, the hurt was real, like I'd lost a friend. But I got over her and moved on. I've never again fallen in love with a fictional character (and had never done so before).
Who was she? Anna Wulf of The Golden Notebook. She was literary, brilliant, articulate, funny, insecure, ruthlessly honest, promiscuous as hell and crazy in that good way you know leads to great sex and conversation. Which is documented in spades. She does a "day in the life" that explodes Joyce's Ulysses in fewer than 30 pages. Her free fall from Marxist intellectual snobbery and her endearing "not getting it / slowly getting it" [that's probably not even intentional] was endearing. I seriously considered calling up Doris Lessing in England and hitting on her, even if she was in her 70s.
The last book you bought is:
Some diet book. It says eat what you want, as long as it's "real food". Eat well but less of it. Um, believe it or not, I'm doing that and it's working.
The last book you read:
That diet book.
What are you currently reading?
Blogs, mostly.
My favorite was the last two chapters, and especially the last few pages of each. "The titans could not scale heaven, but they have laid waste to the world, if that is any consolation to them." and "There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His mirth." are just such incredible lines.