I remember reading McCullers for the first time; I was thinking about this as I've been working on my comps list (on which she-- McCullers, not Oprah-- figures prominently). It was summer, and I read The Ballad of the Sad Cafe. Love at first read. Good teenage angst stuff. But also good writing.
I moved on to The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter next. She wrote it when she was 23; when I added it to my comps list (speaking of depression and hopelessness . . . ) a few weeks ago, I remembered that I'd always privately set the goal of writing a novel by the time I reached 23. I turned 24 a few weeks ago. I found this genuinely depressing. It feels like a failure and a missed opportunity. I got off-track somewhere along the line.
Life is a real bummer. As McCullers knew, too.
Elvisette philosophized at 7:38 PM
Pascal: The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.
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"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
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Who's Elvisette?
That's Why You're Here, Isn't It?
What's Elvisette's mood?
When did Elvisette start blogging?
April 2002
Where's Elvisette?
Monday, working at liberry
Tuesday, ditto Monday
Wednesday, ditto Tuesday
Thursday, ditto Wednesday
Friday, ditto Thursday
Saturday, frittering away my youth
Sunday, being a useless waste of oxygen
Alternative Plans: Every day, all day, answering the question, "Wonder what's on TV right now?"
Why does Elvisette blog?
Because it's better than working.
