Can someone explain The Fortress of Solitude to me? A dear friend gave me the book, as we are to see the author together at a City Arts event in a few weeks, and I confess….I don’t get it.
I mean, it’s beautifully written–there were times where I ached in delicious sorrow at the gorgeousness of the words and the complex emotions, and other times when I laughed out loud, full of delight at the cleverness of the situation and the writing, the droll way it was expressed. But ultimately? I don’t get it. Was the magic real, or metaphorical? If it was real, I’d like an explanation. If not…what did it mean?
This may only be because I am feeling rather exceedingly stupid lately, today in particular. I’ve made a number of small, boneheaded errors–in judgment, in tone, in interpretation, in analysis. I can plead lack of sleep, and that would not be untrue; yet…
Well, that’s about it. I don’t get it.
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Jay left this morning for work in southern California, after a brilliant weekend here. Late next week he has cancer scans, and we are both all too cognizant of their approach. The scans are Thursday the 22nd, the oncology visit Monday the 26th, all wrapped around Steamcon, which sounds like a hoot and a half, and which I am muchly looking forward to. But, this is just to say, if we seem distracted or weird while there…you’ll know why.
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I think I’m also about ready to start writing again. Which is why I’m going to give it a while longer, until it really starts making me crazy. 🙂 Besides, I have LOTS more to read. Heck, just the piles of unread books by people I know are daunting. I have three separate “on deck” places now…it is entirely out of control.
And, so, with that…