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Evening After
Feb. 24th, 2011 07:48 pmI'd've been back sooner, but...well, LJ went down, or something. Still a bit creepy how that tends to throw me off, though I was at least able to finish my Dorian Gray re-read and make a good head-start of J.K. Huysmans' Against Nature (Baldick translation, Penguin Classics edition), the book Dorian claims "poisoned" him; is this like an example of Decadent meta? Ie, Wilde reads the book and really loves the crap out of it, then writes a book of his own spinning off the idea Hey, what if somebody tried to live his life according to these tenets? Also, magic (de-) aging portrait!
Anyhow.
Blanket thanks to everyone who commented on the previous Friends Only post. I would like to take this opportunity to publicly confirm that I think my Mom actually understands a good deal about personal darkness--in a lot of ways, she's had it far worse than I have, and I'd never try to claim otherwise. It's just that what works for her doesn't necessarily work for me, and that's the part she can't (or won't, or doesn't want to) get. But like I told her, I don't think my life is necessarily a vale of shit, nor am I about to slit my wrists anytime soon (or ever). Some days are better than others, and pure joy seems unlikely, but Jesus: Those who eat a daily dose of pure joy are pretty damn few and freakin' far between; more power to them. I'm just not that sort of person, and most-times--after forty-two years of mounting acceptance--I really am basically okay with it.
Maybe she'll get that, eventually, and maybe she won't. I love her, either way.
So: On a far more positive note, here's Joyful Girl's splendid review of A Book of Tongues (http://blythe025.livejournal.com/295758.html), which makes me happy I decided tonight's the night to start clocking official wordage of Chapter One of A Tree of Bones. Hold on, man, the next part's coming!;)
Anyhow.
Blanket thanks to everyone who commented on the previous Friends Only post. I would like to take this opportunity to publicly confirm that I think my Mom actually understands a good deal about personal darkness--in a lot of ways, she's had it far worse than I have, and I'd never try to claim otherwise. It's just that what works for her doesn't necessarily work for me, and that's the part she can't (or won't, or doesn't want to) get. But like I told her, I don't think my life is necessarily a vale of shit, nor am I about to slit my wrists anytime soon (or ever). Some days are better than others, and pure joy seems unlikely, but Jesus: Those who eat a daily dose of pure joy are pretty damn few and freakin' far between; more power to them. I'm just not that sort of person, and most-times--after forty-two years of mounting acceptance--I really am basically okay with it.
Maybe she'll get that, eventually, and maybe she won't. I love her, either way.
So: On a far more positive note, here's Joyful Girl's splendid review of A Book of Tongues (http://blythe025.livejournal.com/295758.html), which makes me happy I decided tonight's the night to start clocking official wordage of Chapter One of A Tree of Bones. Hold on, man, the next part's coming!;)
