I don't know why--if it's the Springy weather or pure boredom--but I have that scene at the end of The 40-Year-Old Virgin with the cast singing and dancing stuck in my head. It's not a bad thing given my unquenchable desire for all things Steve Carell, but it's still weird.
I've been absent. I do apologize. B has the flu, Daisy is getting big enough to jump on furniture, climb into odd places, and generally terrorize us in new and unique ways, and I've just been too beat to blog.
I can't say there's anything terribly exciting going on, but between puppy homework ("off" command and "focus" leash training) I've been finding some time to read!
I've discovered that the easiest way to handle Daisy-Lou, otherwise known as Pumpkin, Pumkinhead, Puddin', Dollop-O-Daisy, and Baby Puppyyyyyy, is to run the energy right out of her. I typically take her out for about 15 minutes of obedience practice when I get home and then stake her out in the yard for an hour or so to run and frolick as she will. While she's digging in the dirt, eating divots out of the yard, and attacking dandelions I read on the back steps.
I've been having a hard time with the Howard Zinn graphic novel version of A People's History of American Empire. It's not the book's fault at all...it's just big and hard to carry around, so it's been neglected in the midst of my midterm nuttiness.
Yesterday I decided I wasn't in the mood for Rick Moody's Demonology, so I scampered downstairs to pick up Cat's Eye, the March book for the Year of Reading Dangerously. So far, so good! Margaret Atwood is an acquired taste for me. I started with The Handmaid's Tale way back in the day, and I couldn't get into it to save my life. However, with a few years worth of patience, I returned to it and ate it up. My second go at Atwood was The Robber Bride at a friend's recommendation, and I loved it. Although, I have to say, what I originally disliked about Atwood's style is still very apparent whenever I read her stuff.
She's aloof. Cold. Detached.
Atwood is not one for the warm fuzzies. I find her writing quite cerebral, very thoughtful, chock full of interesting bits, entertaining always. But she won't be accused of being a warm hug of a writer. No no.
Cat's Eye is a whirl of metaphor and literary goodness:
"Why do we remember the past, and not the future?", wonders Stephen W. Hawking in "A Brief History of Time". This seems to be the question that constantly echoes behind Atwood's writing in "Cat's Eye", and the axis around which the novel revolves. In attempting to present her own interpretation of "time", Atwood simply achieves to prove that "nothing goes away", as time is a multi-dimensional shape which exists only in our minds, enabling us to travel around dimensions and be a different person in each one.
"Cat's Eye" presents the retrospective of Elaine Risley, a middle-aged acclaimed artist who discovers that she cannot move into the future as she is still trapped in the past, because of the childhood trauma caused by Cordelia, Elaine's tormentor and soul-mate.
Synopsis yoinked from Nabou.
There are a lot of cold villainesses in Atwood's work, and I'm looking forward to getting to know this Cordelia. Zenia, from The Robber Bride, remains a favorite character of mine. It's been far too long since I've read any of Atwood's work, and it's good to be back to it. Come along with me, won't you?