Both artist and bookseller stand at the vanguard of culture. Both struggle for something essentially impractical, unlucrative, and yet unspeakably necessary. Both have labored to build a life in accordance with a passionate vision. Both accumulate intangible rewards, usually in the absence of lower gratifications (prestige, affluence, vacations). Both are cursed and blessed to live in the conviction that what they do has relevance and worth in this world — to spend their days in service to something they love unreasonably and irredeemably.
The interior lives of homes have their own emotional logic. From the inside of the old stone house, where we just see the old guy and Marina growing closer like a bowl with only two goldfish in it, it seems perfectly sensible that Marina has inherited.
Tomas is 4 foot eleven, an unattractive dwarf. Then Hemingway wows me by bringing in the court dwarfs that appear in paintings by Velasquez..only this one’s in jeans, has broken teeth and likes Scotch whisky, which makes me presume that he is drinking Hemingway’s.
Huey P. “The Kingfish” Long inspired numerous authors, though none of the resulting fictional characters entranced the public’s imagination like Warren’s Willie Stark. Stark bears the least resemblance to the politician, yet he’s the fictional character most associated with him.
Obviously, the book itself is fairly pessimistic, but that doesn’t mean I necessarily feel the same way. The book is meant to be a nightmare. Maybe we would find a way to manage a population that doesn’t age, but that wasn’t where the idea took me. The idea took me right to the shitter. FUN!
By the time things go Cormac McCarthy, you will have a hard time looking at this book because it’s so weird and sad. When Magary takes us up to 30,000 feet for a view of the rest of the world’s solution to over population, you get the idea about “Great Correction”.