Tuesday, March 16, 2010

good mourning sunshine

dear comrades,

i'm delighted to announce that i will be starting a blog. i finally bought myself a computer and want to share myself with you on a semi-regular basis, starting with this post. sometimes i'll forget that i am sharing with you, and i will blog to myself.
it's funny.. i've kept a journal for years, and have never had to be vulnerable to the scrutiny of others. reading just these few lines is oddly unfamiliar. i don't read the way i sound. yesterday, my friend shania and i found a transcribed interview of Milan Kundera. GLORY HOLE! well, one of his answers were peculiar. he was asked something about why he never talked about women authors in his novels. Kundera is, however brilliant, rather misogynistic.. don't you think? anyway..

"LO: It occurs to me that among the writers you are citing as being of greatest importance to the history of the novel, and among those that you cite elsewhere in connection with the development of the novel and its relation to any given cultural history, there are no women. Correct me if I am wrong, but there is never any mention of women writers either in your essays or interviews. Can you explain this?

MK: It is the sex of the novels and not that of their authors that must interest us. All great novels, all true novels are bisexual. This is to say that they express both a feminine and a masculine vision of the world. The sex of the authors as physical people is their private affair."

ok. first reaction: kind of a cop out. i don't know if i would have rather heard him actually say admittedly "well, i just don't fancy female authors that much" fine. obv. BUT kundera said that the novels have a sex. ALL GREAT NOVELS ARE BISEXUAL. how cool is that?? funnily, i don't think all of kundera's novels are bisexual. i think his answers to the interview were.. very kundera. eloquent, so smart i don't know what the fuck he's talking about sometimes, and egotistic but sexy.

"Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory."- M.Kundera