I am struggling with fiction and pretension
The fourth wall is down, long live Bukowski.
The last movie I completed was Hell or High Water. It was last month. I didn’t finish it in a single sitting with an undivided flow, however. It was like a long flight — I constantly checked the time to see when it would end. Not that it wasn’t fun. I was restless. And the bonus was that I thought it was new. I thought watching something new would rekindle my love for movies. Turns out it was a 2016 movie.
Before that I watched Glass Onion. The experience was similar — but a little funny.
The last novel I completed was Chuck Palahniuk’s Invisible Monsters. I loved the work as I anticipated being blown away at the end. And I was. But at the end of it all, I can’t tell you for sure what I enjoyed more — the story or the idea that I finished it.
After that I brought two Chuck Palahniuk book home from the library: one was a short story collection and the other a nonfiction named Consider This (advice to writers). With the collection, I enjoyed the number of stories I finished before I returned the book without completing it. I wanted more of the nonfiction.
And now I am reading Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore. I have renewed it three times and have completed 67.64 % of the book. I care about…
