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Gah! Why isn't Fall over yet?
Oct. 25th, 2006 11:47 amOne of the main symptoms of depression (certainly my depression) is a literal inability to do anything. It's not procrastination, it's just lacking any of the will or energy or focus or sheer impetus to do anything. Frequently, doing something will help spark a little regression in the depressive cycle (for me), but it is so nearly impossible to get to that state that it turns into a nasty little vicious circle.
And now I also have the plague, but the plague at least allowed me to watch approximately a gazillion hours of television on Monday night, including Heroes (thumbs up with glee) and Supernatural. (I continue to suspect that this is not the show for me because mostly I wanted to hit Dean with the shovel, and he is just not the type of pretty that pings for me. I may watch the first season DVDs to see if I can get more emotionally attached. Or I may not).
( Fairy tales and myths )
On an entirely unrelated note, the LA Times Book Review particularly pissed me off this weekend with it's review of Steven King's new novel. Basically, the reviewer says that King could be a great author if he'd set aside the "genre conventions". If he'd give up horror as a metaphor, and just write straight literary fiction. Because, you know, there's nothing to be found in any sort of writing that isn't straight and narrow and mired in reality. Because we've never found transcendance in fear, or blood, or the world beyond the one we know. Asshole. I know this is an old gripe, but it just pissed me off.
ETA: Now that I think about it, those two things aren't unrelated. It pisses me off that the reviewer dismissed King's efforts because he's saying that our modern mythologies and fairy tales don't have resonance, and I call bullshit on that. We need the fairy tale, we need the post-modern mythology as much as we need the cleanness of modern literary fiction because we find our hearts in our fairy tales, we uncover our fears, we expose and slay them. We reach transcendence, we don't just recount it.
And now I also have the plague, but the plague at least allowed me to watch approximately a gazillion hours of television on Monday night, including Heroes (thumbs up with glee) and Supernatural. (I continue to suspect that this is not the show for me because mostly I wanted to hit Dean with the shovel, and he is just not the type of pretty that pings for me. I may watch the first season DVDs to see if I can get more emotionally attached. Or I may not).
( Fairy tales and myths )
On an entirely unrelated note, the LA Times Book Review particularly pissed me off this weekend with it's review of Steven King's new novel. Basically, the reviewer says that King could be a great author if he'd set aside the "genre conventions". If he'd give up horror as a metaphor, and just write straight literary fiction. Because, you know, there's nothing to be found in any sort of writing that isn't straight and narrow and mired in reality. Because we've never found transcendance in fear, or blood, or the world beyond the one we know. Asshole. I know this is an old gripe, but it just pissed me off.
ETA: Now that I think about it, those two things aren't unrelated. It pisses me off that the reviewer dismissed King's efforts because he's saying that our modern mythologies and fairy tales don't have resonance, and I call bullshit on that. We need the fairy tale, we need the post-modern mythology as much as we need the cleanness of modern literary fiction because we find our hearts in our fairy tales, we uncover our fears, we expose and slay them. We reach transcendence, we don't just recount it.
