The Holiday Life

I said I'd spend my time reading, but it's slow going at the moment. The Life and Times of Michael K, by Coetzee – dubbed "the inpronounsable", by grandmother; we're both loath to use a name we can't pronounce properly – is a slow read. Another naive narrator, a type that doesn't particularly interest me. As a review on amazon said, the novel lacks development. Ideas show their heads occasionally, and that's the end of them. Thwarted dreams, how expendable one person, how unnoticed a pair of people can be. In particular in South-Africa. What I loved Disgrace was the language, the disgust it brought forth in me. Michael K, refered to in the book simply as K, turns out to be resourceful despite of his being slow, "dull". Another glaringly obvious theme. I haven't gotten far enough to form a well-rounded opinion, this far it seems an unrealised work. It's an early work of his, which might account for this feeling of mine. (I really should stop reading early works of writers I'm not acquianted with, they put me off them. Like Murdoch, for instance.)

This could lead on to a discussion of themes and what I belive them to be a reflection of. Those thoughts aren't ready to be divulged yet, they need time to simmer. And be properly phrased.

For my daily puppy-fix, without the teeth. My arms no longer look like that of a recovering SI-er, but doggie has discovered what fantastic toys my collarbones make.

The Holiday Life

I said I'd spend my time reading, but it's slow going at the moment. The Life and Times of Michael K, by Coetzee – dubbed "the inpronounsable", by grandmother; we're both loath to use a name we can't pronounce properly – is a slow read. Another naive narrator, a type that doesn't particularly interest me. As a review on amazon said, the novel lacks development. Ideas show their heads occasionally, and that's the end of them. Thwarted dreams, how expendable one person, how unnoticed a pair of people can be. In particular in South-Africa. What I loved Disgrace was the language, the disgust it brought forth in me. Michael K, refered to in the book simply as K, turns out to be resourceful despite of his being slow, "dull". Another glaringly obvious theme. I haven't gotten far enough to form a well-rounded opinion, this far it seems an unrealised work. It's an early work of his, which might account for this feeling of mine. (I really should stop reading early works of writers I'm not acquianted with, they put me off them. Like Murdoch, for instance.)

This could lead on to a discussion of themes and what I belive them to be a reflection of. Those thoughts aren't ready to be divulged yet, they need time to simmer. And be properly phrased.

For my daily puppy-fix, without the teeth. My arms no longer look like that of a recovering SI-er, but doggie has discovered what fantastic toys my collarbones make.