HRose/Abalieno > Recent Status Updates

We are all on the side of damage.

Harpo Progressions. Benji Nakamook.

This is indeed Scripture. Happy Infinite Jest.

So far, within the top 10 I've ever read.

Yeah, now committing to this.

This is fun, fun, FUN. Soothes my brain grooves. It speaks the same my brain thinks, it's incredible.

It's indeed a bit like reading DFW, but in the early phase, with less baggage. Having fun with the writing, indulge fully. That kind of spectacle that DFW always fought like an enemy, here is simply embraced in the name of entertainment. But there's meaningful depth.

After Miss MacIntosh and 1Q84 I was planning to go back to the familiar but...

...I randomly stumbled onto this giant tome that I got back then when it was released. It's about time, I guess.

The writing is explosive to the extreme, vibrant and alive, but also tricky because steeped in slang. This will require full attention and won't be easy.

1030 pages, but only covering 4 days.

I've lost almost all hope.

Slow but still easygoing.

Not sure what the goal might be, or if it's even within plausible reach within 200 or so pages left...

Plot slowly trudges on, but the wider context is not even hinted at.

"The rules of the world had already changed."

"Anything could happen after that."

(The Leftovers)

there was a metaphysical infodump...

still unsure as it isn't attached to anything of substance yet.

Reading both forward and backwards to go through the first part I already read two years ago.

It's a "fun", effortless read. Though I wonder if there's some substance to it.

6 months reading Miss MacIntosh and struggling to maintain 8 pages read/day

Now back to this and I've read more than 60 pages in two days effortlessly. Although there's easily at least twice as much text on a Miss MacIntosh page...

Went back a few chapters to re-familiarize with the story, since I read the first part two years ago. It's already nicely coming together. Full re-read, these 900 pages won't last long.

bla

Only a few would reject, bitterly, as if it were an insult, his tactful proposal of a painless death

God, if there is a God, cannot know everything, any more than Mrs. Hogden-Fogden could, poor soul. There must be at least one small, warped flower growing, I believe, contrary to the ideal of unity, outside the consciousness of God, outside His field—and that would be the crucial flower, of course, the important one.

Boundlessly sad, and heartbreaking.

I wonder if possible to see the book in the light-dark of esoteric Lemurian time-sorcery.

Miss MacIntosh is a kind of reverse Mary Poppins, vanishing ghosts with a swing of her umbrella. Logical, orderly. She resents electric lights and the new calendar. Esoteric Right Hand path. She's ten and one, representing unity.

Whereas Mr Spitzer and the mother are Lemurian boiling chaos, representing unfoldable duplicity.

Bakker moment:
"So how, as he had many times plaintively, sonorously remarked, could his thoughts be his thoughts — and was not this the death of the individual, this life — was he not his mirrored surrogate, acting in his place and carrying out his will even when he did not know who he was?"

"And darkness was their world, for they had closed their eyes."

The End is near.

"how many times, though trying to find some great pattern or abiding design which would be perfect in spite of all the imperfections of which it was composed, the errors correcting the errors of this illusory life, he had come to the conclusion that he was not real, for reality had forsaken him, and there was no author of our being, or the author was mad"

"And often I have asked myself, if I am not on this side of life where I am, how shall I be on the other side of the watery abyss where I am not, and how shall I perceive there what was not perceived here? It is possible that we are illusions in the light-streaked fog."

"He had found that there was no enduring foundation stone to this creation"

Midnight here, halfway point reached.

"Mr. Spitzer had forgotten at what hour his necessity had ceased"

"He was the journeyer between two worlds, both of which were non-existent."

"what could be sadder than to be born after the moon set and to die before the moon arose, and thus one would never know the moon or would know the moon only as one knew the unknown before one knew the known and would know the unknown after one knew not the known?"

"just when she was about to change beyond all future recognition."

Quite an understated way of describing death...

I'm trying to get exactly at 50% for the end of the year.

"truth seeming only another precarious organization of the fleeting and mistaken dream"
"perhaps it continually diminished, indefinitely divisible, and space was the illusion in a frameless mirror"
"Never had she believed that it would not be possible to live in a vanished time"
"And there were so many refractions, oblique passages from one medium of being into another"
"For to see all things would be to see nothing

'She had always seemed to give her attention to those who were not there. For she had walked in circles and semicircles, describing various elegant patterns in her most casual movements, measuring the distance from a blue brocade divan to a gilt and ivory chair as if this distance were a complicated problem in infinity or in eternity, as if, when she walked from room to room, she walked between two stars >"

"Cousin Hannah, who had urged her independence of man, that she should arise, take horse, make war, join her troops, fly her skirt upon some lonely mountain top as that great flag which would be seen by all the nations of the world and would strike pity and fear in all men’s hearts."

Almost precisely 400 pages in two months. I mostly stick to 8 pages a day, but someday gets skipped. Be done by March, if I keep up.

"that all the people who were more than three miles tall should be put out of the house, as she would say, for fear they should bump their heads into Mr. Chandelier with his candle lights like dim stars in some dim, glassy heaven."

"whether he would stare at that wild, precipitous abyss which would stare at him."

Lada walks the Shortest Path.

"for in this mortal chaos where we now were caught, this constant fluctuation of distorted mirror images and principle of nothing but error repeating error like a mad, sad dream, no man knew where or who he was, and no man knew what he might become"

You wouldn't expect to find wish fulfillment in Vlad the Impaler... but here we are.

It's completely implausible and reads like a fairy tale, but it's well written and fun to read.

I read some pages of Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff and thought they were written so well that somehow I remembered I bought this other book, years ago, and decided to read first.

This becomes my main-secondary read. Characters are paper thin and a story told is episodic broad strokes, it looks like, but seems really good as well.

Now it feels like reading The Elephant Man.

Sometimes I think it's a joke on me, personally. An impossible object. That all existence is one giant prank.

There has been a plot twist through the last few chapters. It's very simple. So simple that I don't know anymore what I'm reading.

"That this was the garden of the blind could surely in no way have influenced my own clarity of vision in that amorphous, wet, clammy night of clouds and whirling fogs—even though, I have wondered ever since, what is the influence of place?"

A good chunk of the book done.

"The P’s were crowding upon her—Pandora’s bottomless box, pyramids, peninsulas, pebbles, prologues, pterodactyls. The P’s were crowding upon her—planets, Pythian games, polygons, Prussians, petunias, pseudopsias which are the delusions of sight, pseudosmias which are the delusions of smell, and there was no other guest expected through all that empty house."

Chapter 10 (next)