In the end the emotions bought up by McSweeney’s Internet Tendency are similar to those aroused by looking at a beautiful couple on their wedding day; one is joyous, appreciative, a little excluded and a little envious, and most of all bought to a new understanding of the humanity of the real.
Or at least the really pretty.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
So books, right?
I had a thought about reading and stories the other day.
I was reading a Georgette Heyer novel that had two people who were married out of convenience. Not so unusual for the time or the genre and generally in such a case the characters realise that they were (or at least were falling) passionately and happily in love the whole time and live happily ever after.
In this book, while the woman in the case was already geuinely in love with the man, the man, from the circumstance of being in love with someone else at the time of the marriage wasn't in love with the woman. Quite the contrary. He found her plain, her company common and her connections disgusted him.
Then as the events of the plot unfolded the wife made the man comfortable, the other young woman made him uncomfortable and if all had gone according to narrative correctness, he would have realised that he was in love with his wife the whole time and they would live happily ever after. Only that didn't happen.
As the end of the book got closer and the amount of pages left were far too low to create a believeable love story, I realised with a sense of total gyppedness that I was going to be told they certainly are going to live happily ever after but don't you ever look to see him say he "fell in love" with his wife. And he didn't!
I was given what in moments of feminist rightousness I had said that I wanted and I didn't like it. Not one little bit.
Take from that what you will. But it would be best to understand that this is a story about faith in fictional narrative and the role that fiction plays in creating personal narrative. Not the refuting of my feminism.
I was reading a Georgette Heyer novel that had two people who were married out of convenience. Not so unusual for the time or the genre and generally in such a case the characters realise that they were (or at least were falling) passionately and happily in love the whole time and live happily ever after.
In this book, while the woman in the case was already geuinely in love with the man, the man, from the circumstance of being in love with someone else at the time of the marriage wasn't in love with the woman. Quite the contrary. He found her plain, her company common and her connections disgusted him.
Then as the events of the plot unfolded the wife made the man comfortable, the other young woman made him uncomfortable and if all had gone according to narrative correctness, he would have realised that he was in love with his wife the whole time and they would live happily ever after. Only that didn't happen.
As the end of the book got closer and the amount of pages left were far too low to create a believeable love story, I realised with a sense of total gyppedness that I was going to be told they certainly are going to live happily ever after but don't you ever look to see him say he "fell in love" with his wife. And he didn't!
I was given what in moments of feminist rightousness I had said that I wanted and I didn't like it. Not one little bit.
Take from that what you will. But it would be best to understand that this is a story about faith in fictional narrative and the role that fiction plays in creating personal narrative. Not the refuting of my feminism.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
A library school assignment on blogging for INFO525
It behooves me to explain the existence of this particular post in the Anita Remains Professional Zone and what it signifies.
It signifies what the subject title says it does: this post is in fact NOT a post, it is an assignment. An assignment on blogging. However this is the blog I have had for three years and only updated once because it is under my real name, attached to my personal email, and I want to keep it real. So am I keeping it real by using it in this way? I really am at library school, however I'm not really sure that means anything. What I am sure of though, is that there are already too many damn username and password combos to try and keep straight in my head and so I can't, I just can't I tells you, bring myself to start yet another bloody online journal. Thusly, for that reason alone and quite aside from the 10 or so percent of my final mark, this here is my INFO 525 assignment on blogging.
The joys of diversification of services and client expectations in the 21st century.
Yes I know it's just an embedded Youtube video. That was the assignment.
It signifies what the subject title says it does: this post is in fact NOT a post, it is an assignment. An assignment on blogging. However this is the blog I have had for three years and only updated once because it is under my real name, attached to my personal email, and I want to keep it real. So am I keeping it real by using it in this way? I really am at library school, however I'm not really sure that means anything. What I am sure of though, is that there are already too many damn username and password combos to try and keep straight in my head and so I can't, I just can't I tells you, bring myself to start yet another bloody online journal. Thusly, for that reason alone and quite aside from the 10 or so percent of my final mark, this here is my INFO 525 assignment on blogging.
The joys of diversification of services and client expectations in the 21st century.
Yes I know it's just an embedded Youtube video. That was the assignment.
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