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The Characters of Our Lives
Oct. 25th, 2010 05:24 pmKings of Convenience's 'Me In You' has been on repeat since Sunday afternoon, and I'm not sick of it yet. It is barely there in the background, blocking out the to-do list in my head. I've finished Volpone, am halfway through The Tempest, the fiction and film essay only lacks a paragraph of theory, read Greene's The Third Man on Saturday – why do I worry at all? Because it is all lackluster. I had fun with the introductory course for all of five minutes yesterday, when I wrote that 'literary science is a science of abstractions'.
But the introductory lit. course is good for one thing: people watching. There is one boy in particular, who is an endless source of amusement. He wears faded purple pants, cornered me at the McEwan sining to talk about Coetzee (though he had only read half of Disgrace), knows everything, and does not stop talking. His favourite Shakespeare character is Othello, played by Laurence Fishburne. He spent the summer mowing his parents' lawn, now works at an olive oil shop. I'm told he introduced himself, added that he has a flat at Majorstuen (expensive neighourhood), 'and would she like to have a coffee?'
We exchange Ole stories. I wonder if he's as full of himself in bed? Though he isn't quite as legendary as Rapunzel: A tiny, black-clad man with peculiarly well-kept hair down to his arse. He tends to flick it over his shoulder and caress it in lectures.
But the introductory lit. course is good for one thing: people watching. There is one boy in particular, who is an endless source of amusement. He wears faded purple pants, cornered me at the McEwan sining to talk about Coetzee (though he had only read half of Disgrace), knows everything, and does not stop talking. His favourite Shakespeare character is Othello, played by Laurence Fishburne. He spent the summer mowing his parents' lawn, now works at an olive oil shop. I'm told he introduced himself, added that he has a flat at Majorstuen (expensive neighourhood), 'and would she like to have a coffee?'
We exchange Ole stories. I wonder if he's as full of himself in bed? Though he isn't quite as legendary as Rapunzel: A tiny, black-clad man with peculiarly well-kept hair down to his arse. He tends to flick it over his shoulder and caress it in lectures.
