I finished We Need to Talk About Kevin on Sunday. Eva was verbose but somehow she didn't exhaust me, usually. I can only assume her ability to do things she doesn't want to do is the reason she didn't run away from the monster that's her son. I hate Kevin. Franklin's blindness to his son's nature was infuriating, so I didn't like him, either. Throughout the book I had to keep reminding myself that Eva was possibly an unreliable narrator.
Kevin was consistently an enigma. Underneath his mission to make everyone, especially Eva, as uncomfortable as possible, there seems to be a 'normal' kid, like when he was ill. It must have taken so much effort to be so infuriating and malicious. Even his breakdown in prison near the end confused me. I didn't believe that prison would get to him, ever.
The idea of how there's no barrier to anyone doing something horrific was interesting. It's all in your mind; if you want to do a thing, like step on that bug or drill through this tooth or drop a glass from a height, you can do it. I also kind of related to Eva's method to make herself travel. Incrementally back herself into a big action, past the point of no return, and by then the path of least resistance is to take the journey.
I was afraid that reading this book would nudge me into an 'everything is pointless' mindset too, but I'm happy to confirm that it's easy for me to find joy in simple things like walking in the park and cycling and planning what to eat for dinner. What a relief that I'm not messed up like Kevin.
I had no idea what to expect from Handmaid's Tale but it's fascinating so far. There's this tone of detachment, remoteness. I'd be very interested to know more about how the society the narrator lives in now came about.
I've been reading We Need to Talk About Kevin by Shriver. I dreamt I was trying to keep a demon child out of a shed by holding shut two doors. The little sh!t stabbed me with a syringe. He turned into a little doll. I skewered him with a toothpick, ripped his head off and threw him away. ... I do worry about myself sometimes.
- Current Music:Don Broco - You Wanna Know
No way in hell would a forensics person leave a thumbprint on Nikki's clock. And her thumbprint's in the database which means the perpetrator, who seems to be on the inside, had access to it too.
Everything stinks of corruption.
The embittered son is going to do something stupid.
The ginger lawyer probably has something to do with the old black lady's case before she supposedly commit suicide.
Who's this Carmichael guy? Looks like trouble.
This case is interesting because it involves Nikki's past.
When is the next episode?
*opens weeks-old pesto jar* is this pesto? or pesto-coloured mould?
*cycling* aww a cute snail in the middle of the pavement! oh, it's a leaf
*ends every group coursework message with a passive-aggressive smiley to conceal murderous intent*
*conceal don't feel*
Almost finished White Teeth. It's definitely readable but I don't feel it's going to make a huge impression on me. I suppose it's good to read something different though, something about people whose lives and circumstances are so different to mine, within the same country.
Wells: Time Machine, Invisible Man
Asimov: I, Robot
Banks: Player of Games
Card: Ender's Game
Stross: Saturn's Children, Neptune's Brood
Bacigalupi: Windup Girl
Edge of Tomorrow
( Windup Girl and Girl With All the Gifts spoilersCollapse )
- Current Music:Sia
Helena: no, you are rapist
We were on a coach and I was half-listening to a conversation my friend was having behind me and I think it was about uni and things that had happened to someone she knew, and I heard the line "well it depends on what your definition of rape is". Well if it wasn't rape it was probably sexual assault which is also disgusting, selfish, cruel. I don't know from hearsay or experience but sometimes I feel people can think themselves into believing that no, I'm/he's not a rapist, it wasn't rape, we were drunk or we were in a club and I wouldn't really mean to ever hurt anyone and it's acceptable to act like that in these circumstances, right?
Maybe it's simplistic and naive but I love how Helena boils it down. Rape is rape, your purpose is irrelevant, and you're a repulsive piece of shit. Murder can be in self-defence and can be morally justified sometimes. Torture I'm not sure, but you could argue that if it yields life-saving information, it's justifiable too. But rape? I can't think of any circumstance in which it can come close to being justified.