All posts tagged: book

Depth > Surface

I finally finished reading American Psycho last night and felt somewhat sad when it ended. What’s that? Yes, I felt sad for a satiric-psychotic-serial-killer who desperately needed help and some sort of friendship and loving that he couldn’t feel because he was so numb. So numb from pain and alienation if that were even possible. Mind-blowing. Because I can’t find anything more beautiful than being able to feel, to really see the world.  And now, I am almost finished with reading We Were Liars by E. Lockhart. Could my perception of the world be changing anymore than it is? All I can say is that I did not see the twist coming…damn. But i suppose that’s the point…beautiful moments are just moments…they stay in that time frame. It was beautiful and it was in the past. Memories can be haunting. I used to read a lot as a kid. Went to the library every week with my mother and would take out four or five books at a time to read. Then, I stopped around age …

Alienation in the 21st Century

Currently, I am two thirds of the way through, reading American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis on my Amazon Paperwhite Kindle. Admittedly, I cannot read the book for too long at a sitting, because it is as satire as it is graphic as it is…somewhat extremely relatable. Hence, after each scene or two where there has been yet another murder, I have to take a break just to take everything in. Yet it is so engaging because even though no one in the book understands Patrick Bateman, listens to Patrick Bateman, I feel like I can sympathize and say, “Hey, it’s okay to not feel okay”. If only it were that simple, eh? I say that because I feel that in the real world, no one really comforts you and say those words or similar, therefore there is somehow a Patrick Bateman in all of us. It is very much like a defense mechanism that people automatically guard themselves in the city and do not offer the type of emotional help that some of us …

We are all completely in denial

Aside from the fact that we don’t feel good in our skin at times, we rather like to knock it into our brains an excuse to risk exposing us from the truth. Recently, I finished reading a book on my kindle, The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simsion. The main protagonist, Don Tilman suffers from Aspergers Syndrome and as a result, lives life through schedules, lists and rules which appears to limit any freedom. However, how can there be any fun, any risk if we do not break these rules? If anything, Don Tilman is the very definition of anti-hero. There is indeed a particular passage in the book that is so bittersweet, heartbreaking and lovely all at the same time, and one that doesn’t just summarize the book brilliantly, but is true to every one of our insecurities: ” And it dawned on me that I had not designed the questionnaire to find a woman I could accept, but to find someone who might accept me”. (page 246) Deep huh? My heart sank a bit …