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babbling...
I am starting to really, really like The French Lieutenant's Woman. It's a little slow, but has interesting characters and at one stage John Fowles just starts randomly ranting about the different reasons people write novels and complains about the fact that his characters develop independent personalities (YESSS!!) and makes all these cool remarks about the author playing God and how he can only make his characters real by allowing them freedom. I'm sure it's all very postmodernist, and it's sucking me in.
I also love the way he uses words - sometimes his convoluted sentences can be pretentious and cumbersome, but others can be quirky and eye-catching. Here. This is after Charles has just asked Tina's father for her hand:
"Meanwhile the two men stood smiling at each other; the one as if he had just concluded an excellent business deal, the other as if he was not quite sure what planet he had landed on, but sincerely hoped the natives were friendly."
This is part of a description of a girl looking at herself in a mirror:
"That cloud of falling golden hair, that vivacious green, those trembling shadows, that shy, delighted, self-surprised face ... if her God was watching, He must have wished himself the Fallen One that night."
The words. They're so...pretty...
Ga. William de Worde is taking over my mind.
EUGENIUS? My mother is asking VERY FIRMLY what the program that cuts long album-length tracks into short tracks is. She wants to cut her Scooter album up.
Dimitri would like to adorn this entry because he will soon be leaving me... I am going to buy software for Marius this weekend and then I shall have my marvellous new computer that actually PLAYS STUFF.
Going away to finish maths and design pretty uniforms now...
I also love the way he uses words - sometimes his convoluted sentences can be pretentious and cumbersome, but others can be quirky and eye-catching. Here. This is after Charles has just asked Tina's father for her hand:
"Meanwhile the two men stood smiling at each other; the one as if he had just concluded an excellent business deal, the other as if he was not quite sure what planet he had landed on, but sincerely hoped the natives were friendly."
This is part of a description of a girl looking at herself in a mirror:
"That cloud of falling golden hair, that vivacious green, those trembling shadows, that shy, delighted, self-surprised face ... if her God was watching, He must have wished himself the Fallen One that night."
The words. They're so...pretty...
Ga. William de Worde is taking over my mind.
EUGENIUS? My mother is asking VERY FIRMLY what the program that cuts long album-length tracks into short tracks is. She wants to cut her Scooter album up.
Dimitri would like to adorn this entry because he will soon be leaving me... I am going to buy software for Marius this weekend and then I shall have my marvellous new computer that actually PLAYS STUFF.
Going away to finish maths and design pretty uniforms now...
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