As I get closer to the end of nanowrimo, I’m finding more and more ways to procrastinate – there are just so many other things I could be doing you know. I’m loving my book, I really want to watch Mr Robot, I need to go shopping, even the gym is looking more attractive than sitting down and slogging through my ‘novel’ (if, at 26,000 words, I can call it that). Which is why I’m here, because somehow writing a blog post doesn’t make me feel quite so guilty as my other pursuits, even though all of the words I’m writing here are words that are not being added to my all-important nanwrimo total.
So, I’ve been reading a lot of Christopher Hitchens’ memoir, Hitch 22, lately, and I’m really enjoying it. Although a lot of the politics and events are quite a way before my time and go over my head a bit, he just has such a brilliant way with words, that he could write a grocery list that reads like poetry. Below are just a few gems:
“Your ideal authors ought to pull you from the foundering of your previous existence, not smilingly guide you into a friendly and peaceable harbor”
“…this is very much like the rest of life, where…one is condemned to live it forward and review it backward. If you are going to sleep with Thatcher’s future ministers and toy with a future president’s lesbian girlfriend, in other words, you will not be able to savor it fully at the time and will have to content yourself with recollecting it in some kind of tranquility”
“I learned to accept…that there are men to whom the outcome of such sporting engagements is emotionally important. This is a test of masculinity, like some straight mens’ fascination with lesbianism, which I simply cannot seem to pass”
I think I said in one of my previous posts that it was a good thing I was reading this book during nanowrimo, as there’s no way it would seep into my own story – but the more of his prose that I read, the more I wish mine were half as good.