I just got finished re-reading Kafka.
First time, a long LONG time ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away, I read the stuff under serious duress - here, read this un-educated young person, and you will gain knowledge and wisdom needed for you to become a fully-functional productive member of society able to make wise choices as to governance.
Fucking school was SO boring, right?
I mean, what the fuck? How the fuck is reading a story about some fool turns into a fucking COCKROACH (The Metamorphoses) gonna help me get beyond the staunch wall of defenses that Barbara Goldenberger has thrown up so effectively so far that all I have been able to do is slip my hand sort of half-way inside one of her industrial-strength bras - hey, is that a NIPPLE?
So I read Kafka half-heartedly and gained nothing. Swell. On the plus side, I went to school so long ago we still had SHOP class - spent one whole year learning how to set type by hand!
But, thing is, around here, there normally ain't FUCK ALL to read. Finding a book, after searching the usual Haunts-of-Failure, is a fantastic success, which finds me bouncing around like a walrus on ether - happy happy HAPPY!
Sometimes - and here's the good part, aren't you glad you stuck around through all the rest of the above dribble to finally get to the good, interesting shit?
Sometimes, there is NOTHING to read, when up pops a well-worn and annotated version of the collected works of - as in this case - Kafka...last month it was CONRAD, of all people, and I re-read much to my happiness the story that was the basis for "Apocalypse Now."
Never would'a done it if there were other available books - so not having something turned into a huge positive.
As to books? Well, lucky lucky fucking ME!
There's a bookstore next to TGIFridays, which is the best of the worst.
So I'm wandering around, wishing I had a Double-Double from In-n-Out & a brand new copy of Gravities Rainbow - to take one LAST shot at reading the fucking impossible thing before I kick the bucket! I've tried 3 times already and keep failing dismally.
Maybe 4th times the charm?
Fe tracks me down after her shining and body part polishing, and immediately asks me why I haven't been looking at the SALE section, dummy.
Well, fuck ME! Lookit this! A whole bunch'a stuff I could actually READ - and at greatly reduced prices, not the usual MSRP that they mark everything at.
I got so excited, I hadda run home, choose which one to start reading, but first pick out a few pictures for some smiles.
I hope these make you smile - they sure do me.
And really, the next time someone says, hey, shit-for-brains, why do ya live in that shithole that you always complain about all the time anyway, you can just say it's done wonders for your literary education.
But still, a cockroach?
