Suffering For Your Art
Ever read a book review or an article about a book and have almost no idea what the hell the article is supposed to be saying. I had that reaction to this one about Paul Theroux and his newest book Blinding Light. I now know a little about the book but didn’t find the article all that enlightening or particularly well-written. Maybe it’s early. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe this book isn’t my thing anyway. But I prefer not to get my book information with a dose of confusion.
For anyone else trying to follow along, I think the book can be summed up with this paragraph:
And when Steadman takes his drug — a hallucinogenic concoction found on a drug tour into Ecuador’s wilderness — he’s temporarily struck blind yet given a second sight of sorts, a sense of oneness with the world that sparks a variety of sexual shenanigans and creativity. Eventually, he produces a second book. And eventually, the blindness sticks and his world falls apart.











August 21st, 2005 at 3:26 pm
Well that’s about as clear as mud.