Literature.

Literature is seldom entertaining to me nowadays. This is something i am saddened by, but the fact is that few stories manage to intrigue and entertain me any longer. A very sad turn of events. There are, luckily, certain exceptions to this state of affair, which i will now try to elaborate upon for a litttle while. It is really rather simple, and i have mentioned it before, but John Dos Passos` USA trilogy, (or the two and a half parts i managed to get through then), made quite an impression upon me about a decade ago. I do unfortunately now find it necessary to classify it as a lurid form of social pornography, but these stories contain something that causes me to still tolerate reading them. Perhaps it is just a matter of familiarity, that would be a perfectly adequate explanation for why they still retain their appeal. And that makes me even sadder, having to take into account that it is just my own sense of familiarity that causes me to still tolerate something which so easily can be considered standard fare social pornography. Wow, it surely is difficult for me to dare to be in any way positive oer anything in my life. I`ve really had that capacity mentally kicked out of me over the past seven years. But back to Dos Passos. I don`t really dare to laud it now that i have the familiarity/social pornography overlay/interpretation ready at hand, i`m also rather used to having everything i`ve found likeable destroyed before my very eyes, or more accuaretly, my very expression. So yeah, sucks. Not daring to laud something because i`m too locked in assessing potential negatively constructed counter-arguments to my reasons for enjoyment of something. What to do then? It is a very locked, and very destructive assessment-system i am in possession of, that is certain, and i loath using it to assess something which isn`t "mine", but sharpening it as i do on what is mine makes it impossible for it not to seep into my assessment of others. And vice versa, for that matter, and i can definitely see that it has been a mutually destructive venture of my internal and external assessment-structures. BAck to Dos Passos, anyways. It is interesting, i`ve also tried re-reading Borges not too long ago, but i do not manage to become engage in what he writes to the extent i am engaged in the goings on in the pages of USA. This is of course to a certain extent dependent upon the differnt structures i am dealing with. But i have found short stories that i considered to be quite good. Unfortunately they were Bashevis Singer short stories, and last i looked they weren`t exactly constructed to keep a being from delving into a deep assessive melancholia. I could be wrong about that, of course, but i see no way to alter that wrong through my own doing. So anyway, i should be able to turn this areund to an actual statement about what i like. It is actually really, really difficult for me to do so, horribly enough. It gives a nice image of people caught up in the workings of their own and other peoples ups and downs, i might say. And the small tidbits presenting the great characters of the early industrial revolution are really interesting, and not too fawning. I find this really difficult. Suffice to say i really like re-reading Dos Passos. And it will feel great to finally finish book three of USA.