…I should probably do some reading.
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…I should probably do some reading.
This actually makes me hate the movie a little bit less
George Clooney, you perfect bastard.
Well, I happen to have the novelized version of this movie right here, and I will share with you one of the best sections from it.
“Pamela watched Bruce’s retreating back for a moment, then frowned at her invitation. “Batman and Robin,” she hissed. “Militant arm of the warm-blooded oppressors! Animal protectors of the status quo! First I’ll rid myself of the winged and feathered pests - and then Gotham will me mine for the greening!”
And scene.
When I was little I used to read two fringe kid’s mystery book series. One was The Bailey School Kids, which I have now taken upon myself to rewrite for an older, more mature audience. The other was the Cam Jansen Mysteries, which focused on a girl with a photographic memory who always caught the bad guy by remembering something key about whatever she needed to remember to catch the bad guy.
Tonight I went to say goodnight to the household when I noticed my parents were watching some show where a woman can remember everything based on the scenes she sees. Turns out it’s CBS’s newest pointless crime-drama show Unforgettable.
“That’s Cam Jansen all grown up,” I said. My parents, who used to cart my tiny little nerd ass to the library to get all these books, looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
At this rate, I’m waiting for HBO to pick up my “Bailey School Teens” idea.
“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.”
- Aldous Huxley
Huxley and I would have gotten along well.
— Aldous Huxley (Brave New World)
After spending weeks doing literary analysis on this book, I’ve decided it’s one of the greatest things ever written and I love it to death.
(Source: i-see-everything)
Booktree
Where do I buy this.
Seriously. Do I have to plant a copy of The Catcher in the Rye and grow it myself? Would a field full of The Grapes of Wrath grow to become a winery?
Just finished reading the chapter on “Hypnopaedia” in the library’s copy of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World Revisited. This eagerly awaited my last page-flip of the chapter.
All glory to the Hypnotoad.
Well played, previous book borrower. Well played.
I really wish I could think about anything else to write about, I really do.
I mean, I could blog my latest open-notebook poem, but that’d be way too hipster for Tumblr and we’d all get those The Oatmeal animations eating the motherboard. I’m not that severe.
Instead, I’m writing my second-to-last English department thesis on Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, and I can’t help but write a blog post about how awesome this novel is.
I read this in my junior year of high school, when I was first figuring out what it was to be a human being that educators didn’t understand. I found solace in relating to Helmholtz Watson, the poet in the story, whose individualism no one really understood. So there’s that, right?
This is like the third time I’ve read this book this year. I’ve identified myself as a Huxleyist (not as a Marxist, which I once thought). I’ve read Neil Postman’s Amusing Ourselves to Death. I fucking loved it. I can’t not notice advertising and blatant appeals to the masses anymore.
It’s made me a better poet. I see through the bullshit when I don’t want to fully accept it, and that makes me appreciate language more. The only person other than Huxley I can think of when I say that is George Carlin. Who was also a Huxleyist.
After reading Franz Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis,” I can’t kill an insect because now I think that every giant cockroach I see is just a dude having a really shitty day.
Also, an updated first line:
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself feeling like P. Diddy.”
Abbreviated Books:
The Poetry of William Wordsworth
Vladimir Nabokov just misses catching a butterfly. (via LIFE)
A few months old but this photo is, well, just plain fantastic.
Oh, and for a related Sunday bonus, Vladmir Nabokov from the June 1941 issue of The Atlantic: “Cloud, Castle, and Lake.” Enjoy!
Abbreviated Books:
The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling by Henry Fielding
