Delicious-smelling, oven-baked suicidal’s head is funny

The comedy is everywhere but it hits a high when the boys are trading barbs, lifting barbells, making riddles, making up names for each other, when 2 boys shout obscenities at each other while working out, when Kornspan says to Freer things like the barbell raped his sister and killed his mother.

Probably the best way to enjoy this is this. Don’t trouble yourself with the narrative because great passages are scattered and when you get to them, you momentarily do not mind the Incandenzas. Tiny Ewell’s fascination for tattooed patients is a fun section. You take the fun where you can get them.

And then the lessons. The really amazing part where he gets preachy and wise. That somewhere in here, all you needed to know about some things are really like that, just how he says it is. That you do not have to like a person in order to learn from him/her/it. That loneliness is not a function of solitude. Things like these.

In the realm of cute, witty siblings in movies and books, there are a few that are so cute and unforgettable among which are made by people whose works I tend to like and look out for: the Glasses, the Tenenbaums and the Incandenzas just now. Some fictional siblings are too cute to be true, chief of which are the aforementioned, but it’s not hard to imagine that people who make them are not so eager to create middle-class, surfacely boring brothers and sisters since these tend to not be like super smart, super goodlooking and super good in tennis and chemistry, hence boring. But wait til you read about the Lisbons because you will surely ‘Incandenza who?’.

In the Darjeeling Limited, I’m amazed again by Wes Anderson’s ensemble which was unsurprisingly greatly aided by the so good when she’s playing this type of role of the stern mother Angelica Huston. Some of the things he does to the characters are almost always looking like like they were employed to achieve some comic effect but the kids in the family in his movies tend to always appear to have that quality among the kids, disdain, distrust, love and aloofness. I will concede that Wes Anderson and company are not the only masters of sibling relationships, that they’re not the only ones who’re so great at making brothers look funny and authentic but the Darjeeling Limited has Adrien Brody whose chest looked fine, whose cheekbones are divine.

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2 thoughts on “Delicious-smelling, oven-baked suicidal’s head is funny

  1. hey you. long time. am almost at page 600 and i’m in a really deep funk. as much as i’d like to divorce my reading experience from my depressive tendencies, i can’t. and it doesn’t help that it is That Book about Big Ideas: Life, The Universe and Everything. I’m like the addicts in the Ennett House sections of the book, i am ID-ing with a lot of the stuff they talk about even though i’m not an addict (the strongest ‘drug’ i’ve been ‘on’ is nicotine which btw i am seriously thinking about picking up again). and what’s even more exasperating but at the same time invigorating is that even though i find myself confused with the often contradictory philosophizing, i (almost) always agree. so i keep on reading. and enjoying it immensely.

    it comforts me to think that all the characters are wackos, one way or another; hal’s breakdown in the beginning is very much warranted/guaranteed by the shitstorm that is/was his life. and all the addicts ‘horror’ stories almost always explain away why they ended up at Ennett (but that’s not to say that they are justified at all or maybe they are, i dunno; the ambiguities mirror real life that is why they’re both ‘entertaining’ and infuriating). also, i feel like i have nothing to complain about if i compare myself to them but then again we all have our own shit to deal with/ignore/repress.

    i also understand your comment about not grasping for the overarching story lines/themes since ‘the great passages are scattered’. but i’ve come to appreciate even what i first thought to be throwaway passages, specifically the ones about ONAN and with Marathe & Steeply (and their discussions about separatism and reconfiguration). i even enjoyed the lectures on mean values theorem (used for computing missile distribution in eschaton) and annular fusion though now it’s hard to remember their specifics. hehe. and, the beauty of it is that do tie up together no matter how disparate they may seem to one very depressing picture. the kitchen sink it may seem but it just goes to show that almost two thirds into the book, he doesn’t waver, even quiver for a bit. dfw really is a fucking genius. and a big time depressive. hehe. 😀

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  2. hey, long time indeed. don’t you think it’s a little risky for you to be reading this while in a depressive state? first of all is it a mild case or is it like one like kate grompert’s. i hope not! hehe. it was like that for me when i was reading other ‘depressing books’ like prozaz nation and virgin suicides. as for IJ, unlike you thankfully, though i don’t mean that Mean, i can divorce the book itself from whatever funk i’m in. it has to do w/my amazement w/it i guess. and it jumps from one year to another, from one narrative to another so i had to flip the pages to the chronology and footnote all the time but then there are those hal incandenza moments that are quite nice. so you know i can’t indulge myself with the sadness of it. and i agree it’s such perfect prose.

    sad to say that i actually stopped for a moment. still stuck at around page 300. i’ll catch up soon buddy. for the meantime don’t be too depressed!

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