[b]Meg Wolitzer
…he’s infuriated that his e-reader allows him to only know the percentage of a book he’s read, not the number of pages. This, he thinks, is 92 percent stupid.[/b]
Any e-readers here? Is this actually true?
And specialness - everyone wants it. But Jesus, is it the most essential thing there is? Most people aren’t talented. So what are they supposed to do - kill themselves?
First of all, let’s decide if this is a rhetorical question.
The generation that had information, but no context. Butter, but no bread. Craving, but no longing.
She means yours, asshole.
Ordinary father-daughter love had a charge to it that generally was both permitted and indulged. There was just something so beautiful about the big father complementing the tiny girl. Bigness and tininess together at last – yet the bigness would never hurt the tininess! It respected it. In a world in which big always crushes tiny, you wanted to cry at the beauty of big being kind of and worshipful of and being humbled by tiny. You couldn’t help but think of your own father as you saw your little girl with hers.
So, did Donald and Ivanka leap to mind?
And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it toward you, and as it collects, you really can’t believe that there’s something else at the end of it. Something that isn’t just more pain. But there’s always something else at the end; something at least a little different. You never know what that thing will be, but it’s there.
Unless of course [for you] the end is still nowhere in sight.
But this post-college world felt different from everything that had come before it; art was still central, but now everyone had to think about making a living too, and they did so with a kind of scorn for money except as it allowed them to live the way they wanted to live.
Another brute facticity of life as it were. If only for almost all of us.