....in a sexy, nighttime telly sort of way?
Well, I think so, but I think Durrell is pretty readable. I love stuff set in Colonial Northern Africa.
Of course, Durrell turned out to be supremely fucked up (in the Anne Sexton manner) but I don't hold that against his fiction.
In some people, it's sort of a creative asset.
Between Justine and The Sheltering Sky, I concluded that Northern Africa is full of really fucked-up people.
Between Justine and The Sheltering Sky, I concluded that Northern Africa is full of really fucked-up people.
That's the
good
part. It's good for the fiction. Of course, we're speaking mostly of the ex-pats of the 30s-50s. Not the locals who probably weren't particularly fucked up.
Thanks beth, that's a little encouraging.
Jen, yeah, I'm feeling some better, but not 100%...hence being back home now. Yesterday went pretty well, so I thought maybe I was in the clear, but I guess not.
Oppression fucks you up. Just not in sexy glamorous ways.
Teppy, I think you'd like Justine better now. It's all sex and mysteries and cabals and such.
And yet we're not talking about de Sade's Justine, right? This is some other Justine?
well, there wasn't much mystery in Justine. Except maybe where the next blow was going to hit.
Well, you need to define your god. And the god that's being described on the billboards as I pass church -- I think he's being described as a loving enough god that if you're getting rigourous about it, you need to cover all the bases, and it had better be effable.
Sure, unless you're a homo or a commie.
(not every billboard church's god, but commonly enough.)
Erika, are you familiar with a book called "Our Lady of the Forest"?
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I don't want to be at work today, either. But I have to admit it is probably better for my emotional state than being at home.