and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
Serious Point Number One. I like this book much better than The Sun Also Rises. The Sun Also Rises feels to me like a dumbed-down conglomerate of A Moveable Feast and A Farewell to Arms – it has all the aimlessness of A Moveable Feast with none of the uncharacteristic softness, all the passion of A Farewell to Arms with none of the depth of emotion. I have to admit that I was skeptical when I first read Catherine and Lieutenant Henry’s declarations – I’m a hard sell when it comes to whirlwind romances. But Hemingway’s prose is so beautifully restrained, his dialogue so strange and heartbreaking, that I believed in spite of myself. When Catherine says things like “I’m a very old-fashioned wife” and Henry offers to cut out his tongue after his words offend her, I ache for both of them. Their situation is so tragic and yet somehow so pure that I can’t help but root for them even though I feel pretty confident that their love will not survive.
Serious Point Number Two. The above quote is one of the truest I’ve ever encountered. One of my favorite things that I discovered while reading A Moveable Feast was that Hemingway’s prose, which sometimes makes me cry because it seems too perfect to be real, was not something that just came to him. When he admitted to spending all morning working on a single paragraph, I felt a strange determination seize me. Writing has come naturally to me, if not always, at least for a very long time, and I think that’s why I can’t ever bring myself to stick with a project. A few days ago, for example, I had what I thought was a pretty amazing idea for a novel – a sort of Peter Pan retelling, only more magical realism than fantasy. The problem I ran into with it is that I wanted Wendy to choose to stay in Never Never Land. This is something that annoys me to no end – I know that people can’t live forever. I know that everyone has to grow up, and you can’t live in a fantasy forever. But who the fuck would choose that? You’re offered immortality – immortality with someone you love, no less (I see you, Tuck Everlasting), and you CHOOSE TO DIE? That’s actually the one thing about Twilight I can uncharitably call brilliant – Bella stays with Edward. And if we’re being honest, who wouldn’t?!
The problem with the story, then, is that it becomes too happy. No one really likes nauseating Happily Ever Afters, re: the reaction to the Harry Potter epilogue. So what I wanted to happen was for Wendy to choose to stay with Peter, to never age or change or grow – and then have them be cruelly separated anyway. That to me seems realistic, that to me is devastating.
This all sounds great, right? HUGE PROBLEM NUMERO UNO (I can say that because I speak Spanish): I can’t write it. I tried. I knew I would fail, but I tried anyway. I’m in love with the idea, but the execution is uninteresting. I don’t have to struggle, the words flow easily, and I am bored, ending scenes before they are finished, straying to other occupations. I need more struggle in my writing – less angst, more pathos. Less commas, more truth. I need to be more like Ernest Hemingway, and by God I’m going to give it my best shot.
And now, a levity break –
Ridiculous Point Number One. I would still totally hook up with Corey Stoll if he were wearing a wig and a mustache.
RPN2: I saw a great Comic-Con video with fake auditions for Peter (Joshua Jackson)’s role on Fringe and couldn’t enjoy the comedy because I was too afraid they meant it when they said he didn’t exist. Over. Finito. Cue the ugly cry.
RPN3: Since I’ve been at my dad’s again, I’ve eaten a whole pizza, watched my brother Cyrus sucker my dad into buying honey buns, heard disturbing details from several Cold Case Files episodes from the other room, and had my dad tell me “Don’t worry about the money [college]”. Feels good to be home.
RPN4: I spelled “Stoll” “Stool” the first time and didn’t notice. Now I wish I’d posted it that way.
RPN5: This is obscenely long. Watch me make it longer…and longer…and longer…