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I'm fighting the urge to be weepy today for no reason at all.
I teared up listening to Wicked today, while walking. Who the hell does that? In 2007?
Also, while reading close to the end of The Satanic Verses.
I do not know what my issue is with Rushdie. I feel like it takes me a really long time to finish his books. I did the same thing with Midnight's Children. The Satanic Verses was the first book I bought in Prague. I took it to Poland. I've read it a lot before going to bed and over breakfast. I've started and finished six other books. I don't know what it is. It's either that I don't think about the book when I'm not reading it, or I just accept it at the point it's at, wherever I seem to leave off. I just never really feel any great hope for resolution. In both books I've read, the set-up is explained very early on, and pretty simplistically, but it's just so big that from that point on, you just can't really see anything that big getting solved in 550 pages. Example: these two guys are converted into Satan and the angel Gabriel. Like in the first chapter. And you know they can't just switch back, and that eventually, yeah, they're going to collide or something, but it just never felt like that could end smoothly. Same with the midnight children. There never seemed to be a way to end it. And not like I think you should be reading a book just to find out how it ends, because that turns into the sort of book you only read once, which is nice, but definitely not my favorite. It just seems very hopeless. And I think it sort of defeats the purpose of magical realism at the same time. The realistic part is sort of failing because there should be some sort of human drive in these characters to get their lives back, and I am just not feeling it. Maybe these things take a second reading.
I teared up listening to Wicked today, while walking. Who the hell does that? In 2007?
Also, while reading close to the end of The Satanic Verses.
I do not know what my issue is with Rushdie. I feel like it takes me a really long time to finish his books. I did the same thing with Midnight's Children. The Satanic Verses was the first book I bought in Prague. I took it to Poland. I've read it a lot before going to bed and over breakfast. I've started and finished six other books. I don't know what it is. It's either that I don't think about the book when I'm not reading it, or I just accept it at the point it's at, wherever I seem to leave off. I just never really feel any great hope for resolution. In both books I've read, the set-up is explained very early on, and pretty simplistically, but it's just so big that from that point on, you just can't really see anything that big getting solved in 550 pages. Example: these two guys are converted into Satan and the angel Gabriel. Like in the first chapter. And you know they can't just switch back, and that eventually, yeah, they're going to collide or something, but it just never felt like that could end smoothly. Same with the midnight children. There never seemed to be a way to end it. And not like I think you should be reading a book just to find out how it ends, because that turns into the sort of book you only read once, which is nice, but definitely not my favorite. It just seems very hopeless. And I think it sort of defeats the purpose of magical realism at the same time. The realistic part is sort of failing because there should be some sort of human drive in these characters to get their lives back, and I am just not feeling it. Maybe these things take a second reading.