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Valiant Panic
Aug. 11th, 2005 08:35 am
Yesterday I got my ass handed to me in cribbage by an otter, who then proceeded to replace my brain with a rubber duck. No, this was not a dream.
I've been reading "The Bear Went Over The Mountain," which is this satire/fable by William Kotzwinkle. Long story short: depressed college professor writes a novel, which is stolen by a bear who thinks it's a pie. The bear then proceeds to get the novel published, hilarity ensues. Throughout the course of the book, the professor and the bear slowly adapt to each other's lives.
It's a tremendously funny book, but it ended up making me exceedingly nihilistic. One of the worst things that can happen in this world is innocence being destroyed by the society we've created, and watching that breaks my heart. This is why "Requiem For A Dream" and "Animal Farm" works so well for me, and conversely why I find the "Babe" movies and "Pleasantville" so uplifting. Innocence being crushed or tempered by the fires of an unrelenting world is what I care about deeply. Even stuff like "The Fountainhead" has a bit of this theme, though Roark is far too violent and arrogant to be truly innocent.
So, this book is making me tremendously sad, and if I'm moody or weird the next few days, you'll know why.
Not much else to report. Writing is hard. There were quite a few times yesterday where I would have liked nothing more than to lie down and starve. But depression is like that. I shelved books anyway. ;)
Haven't been eating too much over the past few days. I *don't* think this is a depression thing, but more of a "I'm sick of fast food" thing. Literally, nowhere sounds appealing to eat out right now. This secretly thrills me, because it'll motivate me to make more food at home, which saves money. Hurrah!
I've been reading "The Bear Went Over The Mountain," which is this satire/fable by William Kotzwinkle. Long story short: depressed college professor writes a novel, which is stolen by a bear who thinks it's a pie. The bear then proceeds to get the novel published, hilarity ensues. Throughout the course of the book, the professor and the bear slowly adapt to each other's lives.
It's a tremendously funny book, but it ended up making me exceedingly nihilistic. One of the worst things that can happen in this world is innocence being destroyed by the society we've created, and watching that breaks my heart. This is why "Requiem For A Dream" and "Animal Farm" works so well for me, and conversely why I find the "Babe" movies and "Pleasantville" so uplifting. Innocence being crushed or tempered by the fires of an unrelenting world is what I care about deeply. Even stuff like "The Fountainhead" has a bit of this theme, though Roark is far too violent and arrogant to be truly innocent.
So, this book is making me tremendously sad, and if I'm moody or weird the next few days, you'll know why.
Not much else to report. Writing is hard. There were quite a few times yesterday where I would have liked nothing more than to lie down and starve. But depression is like that. I shelved books anyway. ;)
Haven't been eating too much over the past few days. I *don't* think this is a depression thing, but more of a "I'm sick of fast food" thing. Literally, nowhere sounds appealing to eat out right now. This secretly thrills me, because it'll motivate me to make more food at home, which saves money. Hurrah!
