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I woke up this morning and pretty much immediately did everything I had backlogged for this weekend, besides the bar trip at 8 which, for obvious reasons, cannot be done right now. Yeah! Mail the rent! Go to the bank like a fucking adult! Put away laundry, I guess!
Amusingly, after I wrote the entry on Persona 4, I never went back to finish the game. I do this from time to time - get to the very end, get defeated and say, "I don't care." and then come back months later to breeze through it, watch the end cut scene, and put it on the shelf with. "There, that's all done with." I say. "Maybe I'll come back to it in the future."
I did that with Persona 3 and I did it with Chrono Cross years ago, but haven't come back to them yet. I know the latter has multiple endings, I just don't care. Which is becoming, more or less, how I frame most of my media consumption these days, since I can get other media if I don't like it and I have a social life, so I don't have to fuck about with stuff I'm not interested in if I don't want to.*
That's happened fairly recently with the book, Journey to the End of the Night by Louis-Ferdinand Celine. It was initially copyrighted in 1934, and starts off during WW1, and that's really all I cared to know. It was recommended by someone very hip while I was quite drunk, and I took it to heart, even going to far as to ask The Jenna to order it for me and have it sent to the library, where I picked it up.
It is not very interesting.
I feel like, at the time it was written, it was probably pretty impressive, but there was nothing in there that I wasn't already deeply familiar with. It was nihilistic, and it started off portraying the absurdities and horrors of war, then it got in to how the narrator wasn't particular patriotic or brave, and was sleeping with an American nurse while in convalescence and so on, and so forth. There was nothing in there that wasn't done in a more interesting way by Joseph Heller or Kurt Vonnegut. Basically, if it was edgy, I'm inured. The translation is blocky and stiff, which I can't tell is on purpose or just happenstance, but it just means that bereft of a powerful message, it's not even that interesting to read. I got to page 47, it ended up as bathroom reading, and even then was more or less discarded in favor of old Exalted 1E supplements.
Not a good review. Maybe I'm just uncultured. I have to return it on the 9th but I'll probably just do it tomorrow, almost entirely unread.
I'm playing BioShock again, and I'll probably actually get into it a little deeper. I mean, it's a pretty fun FPS set in an Objectivist underwater city, so even if everyone body and their dog has already reviewed and played it, I still want to make my Ayn Rand jokes.
*Which I definitionally don't.
Amusingly, after I wrote the entry on Persona 4, I never went back to finish the game. I do this from time to time - get to the very end, get defeated and say, "I don't care." and then come back months later to breeze through it, watch the end cut scene, and put it on the shelf with. "There, that's all done with." I say. "Maybe I'll come back to it in the future."
I did that with Persona 3 and I did it with Chrono Cross years ago, but haven't come back to them yet. I know the latter has multiple endings, I just don't care. Which is becoming, more or less, how I frame most of my media consumption these days, since I can get other media if I don't like it and I have a social life, so I don't have to fuck about with stuff I'm not interested in if I don't want to.*
That's happened fairly recently with the book, Journey to the End of the Night by Louis-Ferdinand Celine. It was initially copyrighted in 1934, and starts off during WW1, and that's really all I cared to know. It was recommended by someone very hip while I was quite drunk, and I took it to heart, even going to far as to ask The Jenna to order it for me and have it sent to the library, where I picked it up.
It is not very interesting.
I feel like, at the time it was written, it was probably pretty impressive, but there was nothing in there that I wasn't already deeply familiar with. It was nihilistic, and it started off portraying the absurdities and horrors of war, then it got in to how the narrator wasn't particular patriotic or brave, and was sleeping with an American nurse while in convalescence and so on, and so forth. There was nothing in there that wasn't done in a more interesting way by Joseph Heller or Kurt Vonnegut. Basically, if it was edgy, I'm inured. The translation is blocky and stiff, which I can't tell is on purpose or just happenstance, but it just means that bereft of a powerful message, it's not even that interesting to read. I got to page 47, it ended up as bathroom reading, and even then was more or less discarded in favor of old Exalted 1E supplements.
Not a good review. Maybe I'm just uncultured. I have to return it on the 9th but I'll probably just do it tomorrow, almost entirely unread.
I'm playing BioShock again, and I'll probably actually get into it a little deeper. I mean, it's a pretty fun FPS set in an Objectivist underwater city, so even if everyone body and their dog has already reviewed and played it, I still want to make my Ayn Rand jokes.
*Which I definitionally don't.
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