Taking a page (har-har) out of the Strand’s tumblr page I am going to start posting quotes from books that I am reading. I have been keeping a quote booklet for the past five years or so, and figure this will keep me curating further.
She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know the loss the rest of your life.
Right up there with Bob Dylan’s Sara lyrics: “So easy to look at, so hard to define.”
As for the book, I adored it. The weird thing was, I was not expecting to like it at all, partly because it was SO POPULAR in 2009. I know, I am a snob. But, after living in the DR I felt like I was compelled to check out Diaz because he is Dominican-American. And let me just say, OH EM JEEEE. Not only was The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao compelling from a narrative standpoint, but Diaz wove heavy bits of heavy Dominican history in quite adeptly. Plus, the way he uses slang and switches perspective throughout was top-notch… Bottom line, Diaz is amazing.
[so sometimes i wonder why i moved.]
1) Your cat is seriously freaked out.
2) You have thought about becoming a minimalist and just leaving all of your possessions. Fuck that family heirloom vase and fuck shoes. Who needs shoes?
3) You keep moving the “special” spot for your passport. The chair? Great. No, but what if it falls off? How about the table? What about in the kitchen?! And on, and on.
4) The scale is out and you are HOPING none of the luggage weighs in above 50 pounds. Because you are already planning on wearing your winter boots and winter coat on the plane. In July. See Number 2.
5) You’re having a reoccurring dream about having a house in the countryside. With two dogs and a horse. And babies. And no boxes.
6) You’re allocating hours to pack and then somehow just end up watching Season 6 of Castle again, because you haven’t paid for the internet for the last two days.
7) Despite pretending that you are not really moving to yourself, you have told houseguests to “Excuse the mess, I am in the middle of a move.”, for the past three weeks.
8) Friends pop by and ask if there is anything you don’t think you want? Like those speakers? Or what about your iPod? Seems too bulky to carry on the plane.
9) The little pile of “things to throw in at the last minute” is now bigger than your suitcase. See number 4. Fuck.
I wrote a more PC version of this here, where I catch up with a real-life minimalist who, get this, hasn’t had a couch for the past three years. Check it out and share any of your own moving horror stories in the comments below.
And the Lana Del Rey addiction continues… I also just started watching Girls so apparently I am living three years ago.