In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings.
Donna Tartt
when Charles Bukowski wrote— “ i often carry things to read / so that i will not have to look at / the people. ” i felt that.
GOOD GOD, THAT'S SO ACCURATE
If the Secret History was set nowadays, Bunny would annoy everyone with his duolingo lessons, Henry would physically get sick at the mention of any e-reader, Camilla would be a Lana del rey girly, Richard would listen to "this is me trying" while having insomnia, Charles would be a filmbro and judge anyone who hasn't seen Interstellar and Francis would have a crush on hot priest from Fleabag
I'm sure someone has mentioned this before but did Henry's medication increase his state of boredom with the modern world? I've seen people mention that Henry seemed to be depressed and there are articles saying that phenobarbital (which he took for his headaches) can increase depressive disorder and suicidal ideation
These studies focused on kids with epilepsy and Henry didn't mention if he took this at a younger age but he did say he used to have more headaches when he was 13/14
And this is not me saying that the medication is the cause of his being I'm more just wondering what are the implications of the medication on the evolution of the character and the story. Like bestie Donna what did you mean
cant wait to start feeling normal again I think to myself knowing that i have not once felt normal not at all my whole life not ever
Entering my Henry Winter era (I have constant migraines and I want to commit crimes)
“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”
“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”
no.
it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.
I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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