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So many characters and just a mess of life going on here, but it’s swirling around this concept of art I find fascinating

Haven’t updated this at all, but I really get something new from every single essay and find them to mostly be very direct and narrowly tailored, but also something that you can then take as a tool for oneself to apply to other theory. So practical and a great collection of important feminist theories in the late 20th century

Still have the last essay, but after finishing the title one, I cannot believe something like this was written three hundred years ago

“Bored by the tedious and improving conversation of those who have neither the wit to exaggerate nor the genius to romance, tired of the intelligent
person whose reminiscences are always based upon memory, whose statements are invariably limited by probability, Society sooner or later must return to its lost leader, the cultured and fascinating liar.”

Finding little nuggets throughout, but not being a literature head, I’m finding the nuances lost in me. Love that Wilde is just treating this like a meta-dialogue on his contemporaries and himself for people to read. Very egocentric that he thinks people care enough about his opinions to read this many words, but I kinda do🫣🫣

Oh, so he’s like a legit fascist. Oh!😃

I knew Ancient Greece was gay, but not this gay

Restarted today at the beach and thank goodness because the stream of consciousness style is meant to be consumed pretty much in one sitting. Kinda feel seen by this quote:

“The concept of letting yourself go has always been foreign to me for a very banal reason: I don’t understand where it is I’m supposed to go.”

“This is a very bad book you’re writing,” I said to myself.
“I know,” I said.
“You’re afraid you’re going to kill yourself the way your mother did,” I said.
“I know,” I said.

How do we always come back to Freud??? I’ve never seen self-insert in this uncomfy a way

But his head no longer sheltered ideas of how things could be and should be on the planet, as opposed to how they really were. There was only one way for the Earth to be, he thought: the way it was.
Everything was necessary. He saw an old woman fishing through a garbage can. That was necessary. He saw a bath toy, a little rubber duck, lying on its side on the grating over a storm sewer. It had to be there.
And so on.

My awareness of what is going on is doodley-squat

So we all really do just have quirky family dynamics don’t we?

What if we held hands while you encouraged me to poop?

First two stories: interesting so far in the strangeness of human routine performances. I’m sure this will continue on in the rest of it. Not sure if it’s a translation thing or if the dialogue is just this plain and awkward anyway, but it’s whatever. The underlying ideas are what are keeping me reading

There’s a quote from Fleabag I think that’s like, “No I don’t find you boring! Just the things you choose to talk about and the way you talk about them.” That’s this book. I initially though I was struggling with it because of the chaos of Thanksgiving day happening around me, but nah, it’s just the book