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November 19, 2003
This Living Death/This Dying Life
I've just finished reading The Hours, and it's a wonderously, wonderfully written book. As mentioned before, I've never watched the movie and I do not intend to. The book itself is already so breathtakingly beautiful on its own, I do not think film and images can better the exquisite writing of Cunningham. And I do not want any film to taint the beauty of this masterpiece.
I am absolutely blown away.
Will someone buy me the book for Christmas? :)
If not, I will buy it upon my first paycheck.
Gosh...it's totally exhilarating. I'm alive again. :)
Read the excerpt here.
"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more."
Posted by lainey at November 19, 2003 10:24 PM
Comments
Send me a mailing address and I'll see what I can do to get the book. :)
Posted by: prozzie at November 19, 2003 10:48 PM
huh????
Posted by: lainey at November 20, 2003 10:19 PM