In My Defense...

so this is late. there's no other way to say it. but here's why: dostoevsky sucks. and with the ap test coming up, rather then struggle through some long book with little plot, i've decided to reread books that i quite enjoyed but don't quite remember everything in it, so that i can use it on the test. so this is late because i decided to give up on notes from the underground and instead read "Thousand Cranes" by Yasunari Kawabata. if you don't know this man, it's a shame because he's one of the only prominent oriental writers in the west, and all his books are about sexual deviation. this book is about some kids fucking his dad's mistress while his dad's other mistress tries to get him to fuck her and some other girl. however below this very japanese storyline (all japanese stories are about sex and gay sex and tentecle sex) is a extended metaphor about the lose of japanese heritage following WWII. it's kinda sad, and although i'm very pro-progress-super-liberal-who-cares-about-traditioins, even i can't help feeling disgusted at how america raped japan of it's cultural heritage, and not in the way it would have wanted it either.

i remember most of the metaphor, just little details and names mostly that i needed to remember. besides that it's a great book and i in no way mind reading it again.

Dostoevsky- the search for a plot!

i feel like sulu's saying "you're such a little bitch, aren't you dostoevsky. ohh my!"-new computer, only reaction picture i have so far

I haven't read through to much of Notes from the Underground yet, (I have to do this post a day early because I'll be enjoying my friday night), but from all i can tell so far, this is just the inner monologues of Holden Caulfield from J. D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye, mixed with all the goth whiney "loners" who think that the shun society, not the other way around. So basically Holden Caulfield nowadays.

He takes great pride in the fact that he hates everyone especially himself, but thinks that all other are below him for not hating themselves. going through my own teenage angst stage, i always recognize these people, particularly in high school, and laugh at their own self importance and wait for them to grow up and realize nobody gives a fuck about them, and they shouldn't give one about themselves.

i'm still trying to find some plot line. i'm beginning to doubt whether there is one, or if this is just 100 pages of him whining about shit. oh well, he's a classic, so i guess i'll read it.