Whom@bookwyrm.social rated Masters of Doom: 4 stars

Masters of Doom by David Kushner
“To my taste, the greatest American myth of cosmogenesis features the maladjusted, antisocial, genius teenage boy who, in the insular …
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“To my taste, the greatest American myth of cosmogenesis features the maladjusted, antisocial, genius teenage boy who, in the insular …
Catch 22 (1978, Perfection Learning Prebound)
Catch-22 is like no other novel. It has its own rationale, its own extraordinary character. It moves back and forth …
New Jersey, 1918. Edna Bolz entre comme ouvrière à l’United State Radium Corporation, une usine qui fournit l’armée en montres. …
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer revolves around the youthful adventures of the novel's schoolboy protagonist, Thomas Sawyer, whose reputation precedes …
In Internet for the People, leading tech writer Ben Tarnoff offers an answer. The internet is broken, he argues, because …
First published short story volume by the author of Catcher In The Rye.
While this is lovingly written (if somewhat "obvious"), the poor print quality makes it so this is little more than a list of recommendations for pretty movies. That's perfectly fine, it's just a shame since the paper is thick and fancy and they clearly tried to make it look good, but in any lighting I've had it in everything looks so dark and drab on the weirdly matte pages. A bit of a shame.
The silence of Dolores is ear-splitting. Well, except for the bit about everyone hating all that fucking French. I choose to believe that was an authentic thought untinged by Humbert's narration.
These are the kind of mental circles one goes in when they don't appreciate the hard-earned simple wisdom of the saccharine and sentimental. I say that not to dismiss what's here but just to make clear that I have a fundamental disconnect with the struggle described, especially as someone whose religious interest has never been particularly theistic. I moved past the feeling that people are self-interested fakes with no real insight into the world young enough that I never really tried to build intellectual and spiritual supports around that feeling, yknow what I mean? If there was one thing being a young kid exposed to 4chan early actually did for me, it was shuffling me through that stage much earlier than I would have otherwise.
That said, I really love the alternate approach to that mindset we get. Rather than exploring what drives the emotions which create its immature form …
These are the kind of mental circles one goes in when they don't appreciate the hard-earned simple wisdom of the saccharine and sentimental. I say that not to dismiss what's here but just to make clear that I have a fundamental disconnect with the struggle described, especially as someone whose religious interest has never been particularly theistic. I moved past the feeling that people are self-interested fakes with no real insight into the world young enough that I never really tried to build intellectual and spiritual supports around that feeling, yknow what I mean? If there was one thing being a young kid exposed to 4chan early actually did for me, it was shuffling me through that stage much earlier than I would have otherwise.
That said, I really love the alternate approach to that mindset we get. Rather than exploring what drives the emotions which create its immature form as in The Catcher in the Rye, Franny and Zooey tackles the grown-up, intellectual, well-reasoned form of the same thing. It goes "You know what, lots of people do suck and lots of what we do is empty and you're right to be frustrated by that. But not everything is like that, and you're doing a disservice to all the good that is out there and to Christ himself if you lump it all in together and shun all that is good yet imperfect." Growth often involves learning not to let our grand observations on the universe override the individuals around us, tough as it may be.
Salinger's dialogue is perfect. Of course it is.
disdain for the rich and empty. brands, GQ, unrelenting violence, unreality, misogyny, brands, designer, restaurant, more expensive restaurant, donald trump, brands, hair, cocaine, huey lewis and the news, thinner, bulkier, taller, hatred, hatred, aimless empty prejudice, everything empty even violence
Ultimately successful in its aims as a hatred-induced breakdown of a particular kind of insufferable person but so unbearably gruesome that my honest feelings are mostly just disgust. I appreciate its rage but want nothing to do with the result. This has messed with my dreams on several separate days.
Much as I love O'Connor, I always felt like the short stories that Wise Blood was made up of were so loose and dissociative that they fall through my fingers, and reading their modified forms strung together doesn't really change that. Her portrayal of the south is as compellingly rancid and distant as ever. Everyone talks past each other, rambling in ways that only have meaning to themselves. They're all dirty, hell-bound, and know it. This is of course O'Connor's strength, but I have a harder time connecting with her earlier work which feels so directionless in comparison to the much more pointed The Violent Bear It Away.
Ultimately I think faith in any real sense is too foreign to me for any of this to really strike a chord.