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Eldritch,
N. Mailer's American Dream as far as I can tell is a sort of Horatio Alger story gone awry. Man returns from second world war and becomes part of American high society, affairs, drink, nefarious aquaintances, business, and the academia...
I suppose the book is heading to toward what would have appeared to be rather brutual and harrowing accounts of life at the top. Which when it was written was probably quite salacious reading for the middle classes:
'"I decided the only explanation is that God and the Devil are very attentive to people at the summit. I don't know if they stir much in the average man's daily stew, no great sport for spooks, I would suppose, in a ranch house, but do you expect God or the Devil left Lenin and Hitler and Churchill alone? No. They bid for favors and exact revenge. That's why men with power sometimes act so silly."' (from An American Dream, 1965)
Its the kind of book that I usually quite enjoy, I suppose I'm not getting into it for the rather banal reason that my partner has been staying over a lot recently and having the light on till 1am doesn't go down so well (there is a whole other line of punning there that I'll leave well alone).
Similarly Hamlet - a great play, but something I'd rather read in one go, on holiday, rather than in bi-weekly installments. Why now? Firstly I have never given it a serious read except when I snoozed through it in High school and Secondly I picked it up recently because I think Richard E. Grant's speech at the end of the 'Withnail and I' is from the play. It's a great scene which I think is Withnail echoing sadly Monty's statements about 'coming to a point in a thesbians lifes when you realise that you'll never play the Da(aaaaa)ne' or thereabouts. |
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