“do you want to touch it?”
shouts to david bester for the release of sterling #3-all stories matter. it was an honour to be a pinch reader on thursday night, and that line was the best one i got to say. this book was actually suggested by mister bester, and true to the recommendation, marya hornbacher is an incredible writer, but her subject matter makes for some visceral reactions whilst reading. i’ve been reading some heavy ones lately, which has made for some interesting conversations at the cash, this being the first of the trilogy that was followed by room and newjack (the current). a customer went home today and returned a few hours later with a typed, personalized reading list, so hey-that’s not too shabby.
“Had we a god, it might have been Dionysus. We, his followers, imagined ourself maenads, half-believing in divine possession, half mocking it. Either way, it was a Dionysian sort of time. Dionysus/Bacchus, it is said, was driven mad by his education. There was more information about the world, about our opportunities, about the limits and elasticity, than we probably knew how to process. A few too many of us fell for the old romantic story of the mad artist, the genius made idiot savant by the swells and falls of music, language, color on canvas, ceaselessly, manically, playing inside his head. We wanted to be that genius, that idiot mad with the world in his mind. A thrum of self-destruction, anger and joy all tangled up, ran through the halls, the roads, the dorms.
We were very hungry.” (104)
huh. i only know about the drunken debauchery tearing animals from limb to limb tributes to dionysus. from the sounds of this, it would seem that he might be my god, too. i’ve changed my mind-i want a flat iron and a chandelier for christmas.