Cosmopolis
Wow. OK. What I’ve read, actually. I started what. Ten days ago. Ten? That long? I guess so. I’ve always said I’m slow. But now I’m finished. I cried a little when I finished Mao II.* Not when I finished this, though. No. Why? I don’t know. When I started reading it, I sort of didn’t like it as much as I wanted to. Patrick had said, “It’s not his best novel.” Maybe. I am impressionable. I am the highly impressionable type. Was that why? Maybe. There was a little too much sex for me. Not my style. And I didn’t like Eric. He’s pretty much a jerk. But that’s not why, either, I don’t think. No. Maybe there’s no reason. But then I did like it. I kind of loved it. I couldn’t stop reading. I just sat there and read. So much work to do. Tons to do. Work, work, work. But I just read. Sitting there. Reading. I read it all up like a good girl. And I sort of liked Eric by the end. There was a specific point at which I thought he became human. “Good. That would be nice. Thank you Anthony” (162). Matt asked me if I liked to read different books by the same author right in a row. Do I? I do it. Does that mean I like it? Does it run together? Did I notice something about this that was like that? Yes. I reread that passage because it reminded me. It did. But now I’m finished. I started because Chris said they’d seen the movie. People walked out, he said. I found that funny. I like it when people walk out of movies. And I don’t. Walk out. I don’t walk out. I don’t think I’ve ever walked out. Of a movie. Even a really crappy one. We’ll probably watch the movie on Netflix sometime. “He realized he’d known this feeling before, tenuously, not nearly so dense and textured…” (205). I reread that. It reminded me. “How do we know anything? How do we know the wall we’re looking at is white? What is white?” (206). What. What is white? Still, I didn’t cry. Even a little.