Fast Food Nation

While interesting, this book is toeing the line between being a seriously academic work and one of light marshmallow fluff. i don’t like that combination. Maybe it’ll get better. But i normally like my academics straight up, smothered in footnotes (or endnotes, or just plain citations!!!), and i like my fluff just plain airy and delicious.
addendum: i take it back- fast food nation is thoroughly researched and endnoted. i was just too lazy to look for the notes. and the fluff is only to break up the tedium. it’s good stuff.

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Sweet Thursday

THE LITTLE FLOWERS OF SAINT MACK
Doc laid ten big starfish out on a shelf, and he set up a line of eight glass dishes half filled with sea water. Although he was inclined to carelessness in his living arrangements his laboratory technique was immaculate. The making of the embryo series gave him pleasure. He had done it hundreds of time before, and he felt a safety in the known thing –no speculation here. He did certain things and certain other things followed. There is comfort in routine.
His old life came back to him –a plateau of contentment with small peaks of excitement but none of the jagged pain of original thinking, none of the loneliness of invention. His phonograph played softly, played the safe and certain fugues of Bach, clear as equations. As he worked, a benign feeling came over him. He liked himself again as he once had; liked himself as a person, the way he might like anyone else. The self-hatred which poisons so many people and which had been irritating him was gone for the time. The top voice of his mind sang peacefulness and order, and the raucous middle voice was gentle; it mumbled and snarled but it could not be heard. The lowest voice of all was silent, dreaming of a warm safe sea.

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The Curious Case of Sidd Finch

Finished Curious Case of Sidd Finch last night. Bizarre, but Plimpton TWICE mentions the guy who attached helium balloons to his lawn chair to float over Long Beach back in the 80s. The last mention was on the last page. Last week I saw the link to the NYTimes article from back in the 80s when it happened. I was reading along and when i got to that part i was like, “Hmm, this is oddly familiar.”

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Washington Square

A named place (Washington Square NYC). A named half century (1850). A named, sucessful, respected, clever physician (Dr. Sloper). A mature blossom (daughter Catherine, age 22). An unnamed emotion (greed, love, despair). A proposed match with a plausible coxcomb (Morris Townsend). Infinite modesty (Catherine).
A rejected lover (the mercenary Mr. Townsend). A silent battle of wits (Dr. Sloper & Catherine). Obstinacy. Treachorous traitors within the ranks (aunt Penniman). An extended trip to Europe (Dr. Sloper & Catherine, one year). Catherine remains in love, prepares to be married. The return home, to Washington Square, where Morris has been lounging about for the past year with aunt Penniman, drinking deeply of the doctor’s cellar, fingering the expensive cigars. An abrupt break (Morris knows he will never see the money, flees). Catherine’s coup over her father (tells him she has broken off her engagement with Mr. Townsend).
Seventeen years later (1868), Catherine is an elderly matron, unmarried, greatly liked, living out her life fully. Her father is dead. Morris comes back from the void, asks for an audience. Aunt Penniman takes the liberty of granting him one, traps Catherine into seeing him.

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What Makes Sammy Run

Notes typed up from discovered notepad scribblings tucked away and forgotten:
The story of a boy-man on the move, always looking to advance himself and his career. Sammy’s story told by his closest friend, Al. The exposure of the Hollywood lifestyle and the falseness of everything from love to scenery. Sammy moves fast throughout the story, which keeps the excitement on the surface, keeps involvement in the story.

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The Sacred Fount

Notes typed up from discovered notepad scribblings tucked away and forgotten:
The narrator meets Gilbert Long and Grace Brissenden on the way to Newmarch for a weekend party. He finds them both remarkably changed ~ Mrs. Briss much younger and lovelier, GL more witty and friendly. Obsession begins to figure out their secret. Gradually Mrs. Briss goes from 42, 43 to 50 to 73 in N’s mind.
At Newmarch, he sees Mrs. Server, who is to become the other obsession. She too looks lovelier, but her mind is gone. “Guy Brissenden, at any rate, was not much younger. It was he who was old – it was he who was older – it was he who was oldest. That was so disconcertingly what he had become. ”
“Guy Brissenden, at any rate, was not a much younger. It was he who was old — it was he who was older — it was he who was oldest. That was so disconcertingly what he had become… He looked almost anything — he looked quite sixty.”
The first two chapters are quite easy to get through, light and delightful. The rest becomes a tangled mess of conversation between the narrator and various persons at the party.

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