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Jul. 7th, 2005 09:24 pmSlightly drunk over one appletini. Such a lightweight I am these days.
Corb is in the bathroom and has the water running. That can only mean one thing.
That London thing has been on my mind all day. Very sad, indeed. It's good to see everyone rallying and sending out good thoughts and support.
(That definitely seems somewhat disjointed coming right after my Corb remark. Blaim it on the vodka, please.)
I have one of those "Ted" stories to tell. I'll start putting it all together...just not right now.
Still reading Wicked . I do hope they explain why the Wizard turned out to be so evil. Is he actually Hitler in disguise? And also, what is this author's obsession with being cruel to baby animals?
There is one passage that I think, so far, forms the heart of the novel:
"Surely there is the handful of nursery marchen that start, 'Once in the middle of the forest lived an old witch,' or 'The devil was out walking one day and met a child.'" said Oatsie, who was showing that she had some education as well as grit. "To the grim poor there need be no pour quoi tale about where evil arises; it just arises, it always is. One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her--is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is at the very least a question of definitions."
I remember so many sunny summer days, laying outside on a lawn chair, turning brown as an acorn and reading the Oz series. Was the motivation for evil ever explained in that series? No, people were just evil. You learned why the Tin Man became the Tin Man, but not why the Gnome King was so wicked. But isn't this novel, so far, simply deconstructing the kingdom, and the Witch, and Glenda, but providing nary an explanation regarding why the Wizard would have such a hatred for Animals? Isn't it simply substituting one set of "it just is" for another?
I'm anxious to read the rest of it! It's bringing back warm leisurely summer days, in a weird way.
Corb is in the bathroom and has the water running. That can only mean one thing.
That London thing has been on my mind all day. Very sad, indeed. It's good to see everyone rallying and sending out good thoughts and support.
(That definitely seems somewhat disjointed coming right after my Corb remark. Blaim it on the vodka, please.)
I have one of those "Ted" stories to tell. I'll start putting it all together...just not right now.
Still reading Wicked . I do hope they explain why the Wizard turned out to be so evil. Is he actually Hitler in disguise? And also, what is this author's obsession with being cruel to baby animals?
There is one passage that I think, so far, forms the heart of the novel:
"Surely there is the handful of nursery marchen that start, 'Once in the middle of the forest lived an old witch,' or 'The devil was out walking one day and met a child.'" said Oatsie, who was showing that she had some education as well as grit. "To the grim poor there need be no pour quoi tale about where evil arises; it just arises, it always is. One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her--is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is at the very least a question of definitions."
I remember so many sunny summer days, laying outside on a lawn chair, turning brown as an acorn and reading the Oz series. Was the motivation for evil ever explained in that series? No, people were just evil. You learned why the Tin Man became the Tin Man, but not why the Gnome King was so wicked. But isn't this novel, so far, simply deconstructing the kingdom, and the Witch, and Glenda, but providing nary an explanation regarding why the Wizard would have such a hatred for Animals? Isn't it simply substituting one set of "it just is" for another?
I'm anxious to read the rest of it! It's bringing back warm leisurely summer days, in a weird way.
