The great things about reading this are that it brings me back to my absolute favorite era of music, at least that I got tI need to digest this a bit.
The great things about reading this are that it brings me back to my absolute favorite era of music, at least that I got to experience in real time.
And the worst parts were obviously just how much he suffered. He was a very complicated, sweet, crude, damaged human being. I wish he would have liked himself more. It made me want to hug him. All the untreated depression and the extreme addiction and isolation is enough to break anyone's heart.
I love knowing more behind the songs, so I can enjoy them alongside his story. ...more
I knew very little of SY outside of their music, but this was a good view into things in Kim's world: art scenes and music influences, shapI loved it.
I knew very little of SY outside of their music, but this was a good view into things in Kim's world: art scenes and music influences, shaping up around a very shy, introverted girl, who had a lot of underlying badassness that she just sort of naturally has. She's an artist across many mediums, and though writing like this isn't her easiest element, and some parts felt a little rushed's a really good read.
I also loved how she spoke about Kurt Cobain, as such a kind, fragile creature. I'm such a sucker for 90s music.
And then there's the personal stuff with Thurston. Kim really lets the sh*t fly.
If you've ever had your heart broken by someone you loved and trusted for a long, long time, and you keep giving them chances and they keep betraying you, guess what? You're going to explode. And that's what happened to her.
I appreciate that she doesn't candy coat her feelings about Thurston. I love that she's unapologetic and genuinely lets her raw emotions go, recognizing that she shouldn't have allowed the bad parts to drag on as long as thy did, but she held on to hope.
And yup, people will judge her for oversharing or throwing Thurston under the bus. Get over it, please. She had to LIVE through it. And I can tell you this: when you eventually come out the other side of something like this, you have to get it out somehow. So, she did.
I personally couldn't ever be so revealing, but she chose to for herself. That's amazingly brave and honest.
You do you, Kim. I wish more people had the guts to do that....more
I loved this book for a variety of selfish reasons. Hits close to home on the dad front and the gay front, and even on the English major nerd front. TI loved this book for a variety of selfish reasons. Hits close to home on the dad front and the gay front, and even on the English major nerd front. That's a lot of similarities.
I'm definitely not as cool as Bechdel, though.
Alison Bechdel, I believe, is a bit like my friend Catherine: she doesn't intentionally use 50 cent words to brag about her vast vocabulary skills, it's just a part of her that exists.
Or that's what I'm going to tell myself, at least.
Her literary nerdiness makes mine seem like absolute child's play. When you start making semi-complex literary theory comparisons of Joyce's "Ulysses" to your own life, AND to "The Oddysey," well...that's a bit out of my regular brain space.
Not that I'm not up for the challenge. I'm working on "Ulysses" right now so I guess it's rather fitting.
Father/daughter stories are always complicated and fascinating to me. This one was pretty damn good....more
It's been a while since I've read a book this serious. Eeesh.
I went in hoping it wouldn't be what I thought, that maybe the narrator really WASN'T aIt's been a while since I've read a book this serious. Eeesh.
I went in hoping it wouldn't be what I thought, that maybe the narrator really WASN'T a creeper having relations with a teenager.
Nope. It was exactly as I had thought.
The language is fluid and gorgeous, but it's incredibly wordy and, quite honestly, about 80% through I nearly gave up completely. I'm glad I didn't. I'm glad I can say I finished it.
I will give him credit for this, though: it seemed to me to be a very accurate portrayal of a young girl's behavior at that age...for some, at least. Moody as hell and not having a goddamn clue as to what they're doing. Humbert is so helplessly clueless.
I'm not sure if it's admirable or reprehensible to write a book where literally none of the characters are likeable (in my opinion), but Nabokov was a hell of a prose writer. I may try something else by him that's less...creepy. ...more
considered one of the pioneers of confessional poetry, it's a little bit dry and classical for my taste, but he's a necessary and important study. smaconsidered one of the pioneers of confessional poetry, it's a little bit dry and classical for my taste, but he's a necessary and important study. smart, smart guy.
beautiful writing if not a bit too noun-heavy. ...more
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color—no more than the sand was a colorI Remember
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color—no more than the sand was a color and we had worn our bare feet bare since the twentieth of June and there were times we forgot to wind up your alarm clock and some nights we took our gin warm and neat from old jelly glasses while the sun blew out of sight like a red picture hat and one day I tied my hair back with a ribbon and you said that I looked almost like a puritan lady and what I remember best is that the door to your room was the door to mine....more
There's nothing I like more than reading a text where the location and plot are practically meaningless, and where the people are so fascinating and sThere's nothing I like more than reading a text where the location and plot are practically meaningless, and where the people are so fascinating and so flawed that they're all that matters within the story.
My father used to rant and rave about how wonderful this play was, and his review didn't disappoint. The dialogue is quick and reads like watching a car accident: I was flipping pages faster than I could absorb them. Two self-destructive drunks tearing each other down to their breaking point while using two innocent bystanders to perpetuate the insanity.
I have an unexplainable pull towards Southern writers. I've never lived in the South, I've barely been there to visit. And yet, my favorite writers arI have an unexplainable pull towards Southern writers. I've never lived in the South, I've barely been there to visit. And yet, my favorite writers are the deeply disturbed, drowning in humidity, sorrow and bourbon-soaked Southern writers from O'Connor to Hurston, to Williams and Faulkner.
I've loved Tennessee Williams since 'The Glass Menagerie,' which I think I read in high school and thought it was demented and sad and brilliant.
I think I may have loved this even more. Poor Blanche DuBois is in love with her lies and the distorted reality she lives in. All she wants is some love and attention. Of course, when she gets it, she doesn't want it anymore. She's what many would consider to be "damaged goods" thanks to a marriage that ended in tragedy that she was apparently never able to get over. So, she bounces from place to place, inhabiting her own planet and is hell-bent on taking everyone along for a ride on the crazytrain. This includes her poor sister Stella who seems so complacently naive about everything her sister says and does it actually started to get under my skin.
I haven't watched the film version of this yet; I wanted to wait until I had read it. I'm sure Miss Vivien Leigh will be fierce and a little wacko (as she was in the real world) playing Blanche, and of course, I'm intrigued to see Marlon Brando grunt and flex his way through the part of Stanley. A blue collar overtly masculine husband to Stella, Stanley dabbles in a little spousal abuse and decides to tear the delusional world of Blanche's apart, just because he can.