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What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?” Hugh and I exchanged glances. “That’s an excellent question,” I said dryly. Peter looked startled. “Was it you?” he asked Hugh. “No,” said the imp. “It was Carter.” “Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?” asked Cody. “Yup. The irony isn’t lost on me ↗
A novelist should not be too intelligent either, although... he may be permitted to be an intellectual. ↗
Courage to me is doing something daring, no matter how afraid, insecure, intimidated, alone, unworthy, incapable, ridiculed or whatever other paralyzingly emotion you might feel. Courage is taking action.....no matter what. So you're afraid? Be afraid. Be scared silly to the point you're trembling and nauseous, but do it anyway! ↗
If you truly expect to realize your dreams, abandon the need for blanket approval. If conforming to everyone’s expectations is the number one goal, you have sacrificed your uniqueness, and therefore your excellence. ↗
All that we make and do is shaped by the communities and traditions that contain us, not to mention by money, power, politics, and luck. And even should the artist or scientist think she as extracted herself from the world to stand alone in the studio, a tremendous array of faculties and mind-states may well attend her creativity. ↗
Befangen in arg konventionellen Vorstellungen von "guter Literatur", ist Rinaldi und Naulleau offenbar noch nie aufgegangen, dass Houellebecqs Kunstgriff genau darin besteht, jede Art von korruptem Literaturgetue aus seinen Texten bewusst zu eliminieren, um stattdessen eine mausgraue Angestelltenprosa diesseits des akademischen Kunst- und Bildungsbetriebs zu erfinden. Die Stillosigkeit, die Houellebecq für sich in Anspruch nimmt und die ihm von Mitgliedern der Académie française natürlich übel genommen wird, ist deswegen kein Mangel. Sie ist vielmehr ein Verfahren, dem geschwätzigen Betrieb der Hochliteratur zu entgehen. Und zwar genau dorthin, wo den Kritikern nur noch Naserümpfen bleibt: in die Bahnhofskioske und Supermarktregale. Dort werden Bücher in der Tat nicht fürs Regal und für den sozialen Distinktionsgewinn erworben, sondern zum richtigen Lesen. Proust gegen Houellebecq auszuspielen, wie Angelo Rinaldi es tut, ist nicht nur billig, es ist von bestürzender Begriffsstutzigkeit. Im Übrigen zeugt es von eher bescheidener Kenntnis des Werks und seiner Zusammenhänge. Dass der "Bahnhofsliterat" kluge Einleitungen zu Auguste Comtes "Allgemeiner Religionstheorie" verfasst hat, geht im aufgeregten Invektivenhagel unter. ↗
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I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still. ↗
Henry's universe was modeled on the highball. It was a mixture in which half a pint of the fizziest philosophical and scientific ideas all but drowned a small jigger of immediate experience, most of it strictly sexual. Broken reeds are seldom good mixers. They're far too busy with their ideas, their sensuality and their psychosomatic complaints to be able to take an interest in other people - even their own wives and children. They live in a state of the most profound voluntary ignorance, not knowing anything about anybody, but abounding in preconceived opinions about everything. ↗
What is the spirit of Christmas, you ask? Let me give you the answer in a true story... On a cold day in December, feeling especially warm in my heart for no other reason than it was the holiday season, I walked through the store sporting a big grin on my face. Though most people were far too busy going about their business to notice me, one elderly gentleman in a wheelchair brought his eyes up to meet mine as we neared each other traveling opposite directions. He slowed in passing just long enough to speak to me. "Now that's a Christmas smile if I ever saw one," he said. My lips stretched to their limit in response, and I thanked him for the compliment. Then we went our separate ways. But, as I thought about the man and how sweetly he'd touched me, I realized something simply wonderful! In that brief, passing interaction we'd exchanged heartfelt gifts! And that, my friend, is the spirit of Christ~mas. ↗
