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Emo: Pre-Charlie Brown Period

“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning, which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”- Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne
“I might have known,” said Eeyore. “After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‘Bother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on.”
I’ve never felt so connected to a character in a child’s book.
- “It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.
- “So it is.”
- “And freezing.”
- “Is it?”
- “Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.”
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Lost Boy by Brent W. Jeffs
The story of Warren Jeffs’ nephew, Brent Jeffs, and his life before and after leaving the FLDS. An entertaining and easy read by a cocky, uneducated and bias point of view. I should have expected less seeing how the author was poorly educated, was not actually an author and was a victim himself of Jeffs’ abuse. But it’s still kept me interested enough to finish. I’ll continue reading more about the FLDS – focusing now on church leaders such as Smith, Young and up to Jeffs.
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Best. Ending. Ever.
…and with no one to kill him except himself.
And he couldn’t do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.
Sabbath’s Theatre written by Philip Roth
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What is longer than ”Moby-Dick,” ”War and Peace” or ”Ulysses”? If you guessed the Bible or the Manhattan telephone book, you would not be wrong (though there are small-print Bibles that are under a thousand pages). There are, of course, other longer books, but not many are novels and few of those have been able to sustain a hold on the popular imagination. ”The Stand,” unabridged and 1,153 pages long, may prove the exception. – Robert Kiely, May 13, 1990, Sunday, Late Edition – Final Section 7; Page 3, Column 1; Book Review Desk
If I wasn’t paranoid enough already….being on the bus makes me nervous, someone coughing in a movie theatre makes me want to run for the door and I’m constantly checking my glands to make sure they aren’t swollen. All in all, great book. I have only read the ‘uncut’ version – it’s hard to imagine what King had left out because every part of the book felt necessary. Sometimes I felt physically ill while reading because King describes every little detail so vividly from dead corpses being pitch-forked into the ocean, the effects of radiation or even simply a bone breaking was made to sound ten times more revolting than normal. I was terrified to leave my bed but so addicted that I couldn’t put the book down. Yes, it’s a fantastic book.
Now, not only am I obsessed with Russion literature, I have a new obsession for Post-apocolyptic fiction. Not that “Left Behind” shit. More like “The End of an Age”, “Deus Irae”, “Swan Song”, “The Road” etc. Just read.
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The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith
Phenomenal book. Very English. That dry humor that always pops up at inappropriate times – to me this is the charm of British humor. It’s real.
From the jacket:
The Autograph Man is a whirlwind tour of celebrity and our fame-obsessed times. Following one Alex-Li Tandem – a twenty-something, Chinese-Jewish autograph dealer turned on by sex, drugs and organized religion – it takes in London and New York, love and death, fathers and sons, as Alex tries to discover how a piece of paper can bring him closer to his heart’s desire. Exposing our misconceptions about our idols – about ourselves – The Autograph Man is a brilliant, unforgettable tale about who we are and what we really want to be.
My favourite quotes so far.
“It was just one hairless animal stabbing another repeatedly through an open wound.”
“What now is just what is.”
Alex is working on this book that compares Jewish things to Goyish things, he basically puts everything he can think of into these two categories. For example, suicide. Suicide involving “stones in the pocket, head in the oven” is Goyish. Then there’s the type of suicide that “embraces you”, that you don’t struggle with. “No complicated knots or car exhausts.” That’s Jewish. I love it, it’s absolutely brilliant. I want to start categorizing everything into Goyish or Jewish.
One of Alex’s best friends is a Rabbi named Rubenfine. There are repeated events througout the book that invlove Rubenfine and two other rabbis. The three always seem to be lurking around the neighborhood trying to move furniture and fit impossibly large items into tiny European cars. They always want to pass on words of wisom, stories from Zohar and the Talmud or just to meddle in Alex’s life. Truly English, truly random.
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Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil. They give us, now and then, some of those luxurious sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the weak. That is all that can be said for them. They are simply cheques that men draw on a bank where they have no account.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
One of my favourite books of all time. More quotes to come.



