Atonement January 11, 2008
Posted by admin in : Irrelevant, Psycho/Spirit, Reading , trackbackSo a few years ago, I was given a copy of the Ian McEwan novel, Atonement. I placed it on my bedside and started reading it. One paragraph into it, I fell asleep. Each night, I tried to read more, but all reclined like that, I can hardly get one paragraph before I fall asleep.
So since that time, a whole lot of other people also read that book, and some of them got the bright idea to make a movie based on it. More people got involved and now there’s a movie in the theaters now.
I can’t tell you how strange that makes me feel. I feel a bit like Rumpelstiltskin Rip Van Winkle. Like all you people are a frenetic blur, racing around me, while I’m in this temporal slowdown, disjoined, frozen, metabolic hibernation.
Somewhere out there, right now, a novel is waiting to be written by someone, whose first three paragraphs will put me to sleep, some future sleep, from which I will awaken again, to find a movie about the novel will have been produced, and it will already be in my Netflix queue.
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