“Because many women, once released from marriage, seem to feel that it would take an act of madness to move back into a setup that involves not only housekeeping in all its manifold time-sucking beauty but also husband-keeping.”
ann, you are so right about this. we know this. DUH AFICIONADO MAGAZINE
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Every intelligent thing said about love chooses between the far-fetched and the cynical as conduits; between that which cannot be believed and that which must not be believed. Our interpretations and reinterpretations have reduced love into everyone’s personal UFO. There you spot it. There you don’t. Did you spot it? Maybe you didn’t. How do you know? Well you’ve heard stories. But there are few stories that say the only thing that matters. We need to learn how to love. Just like we learned every other mundane or fascinating thing that occupies our life. It hasn’t been said. Not quite enough. The universe is teaching you to get away, to ignore, to escape. Nothing is teaching you to learn…to stay.
So for a change, our teacher made us learn…through this film.
Watch it… please.
Betsy Sussler:Gary, you say your character, Gregory, is a complete shit. The fact that he’s a desperate liar and a silly cheat is not imagined, but exposed in the first few pages of the novel. And yet, the narrator says it’s a love story, a love story between the narrator and Gregory. What is imagined, here?
GI:That this person is going to yield to seduction, and not just by sleeping with him but by turning into the person he wants to sleep with. I, as a writer, expose what this person is right away but, in fact, the narrator doesn’t understand or interpret what he’s receiving from Gregory in a logical way. He is filtering everything through his desire. Basically. Gregory is a hologram. Whatever is desirable about him is a complete holographic projection on the part of the narrator.
BS Gregory’s lies become a method with which to create a bizarre and wonderful narrative. Unravelling it is something like a detective story. In the beginning you write, “Love is like a crime.” What do you mean by that?
GI It’s like the cliché about looking for love in all the wrong places. What he wants to find is somebody who will truly understand him. This is what love is. He wants Gregory because Gregory, maybe unlike most of the people he’s tried to be loved by, is very intelligent. Gregory understands how this person’s mind works so well that he’s able to manipulate him into a pretzel. He can push, let’s say, the same buttons that the narrator’s parents can push. He can extract the same feelings of guilt and inadequacy. What was the question?
BS “Love is like a crime.” Is it?
GI In a certain way. This particular love is like a crime on both sides. On the one hand, the narrator is pretending. He’s not really in love with Gregory but what he wants Gregory to be. And on the other, Gregory has a feeling towards him that is like love in the most dependent sense—which is criminal—to attach feelings which are normal between children and their parents to a lover. “If you care about me and love me you’ll let me do anything and still forgive me.”
http://bombsite.com/issues/28/articles/1222
Everyone wishes to be loved, but, in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it. However great the private disasters to which love may lead, love itself is strikingly and mysteriously impersonal; it is a reality which is not altered by anything one does. Therefore, one does many things, turns the key in the lock over and over again, hoping to be locked out. Once locked out, one will never again be forced to encounter in the eyes of a stranger who loves him the impenetrable truth concerning the stranger, oneself, who is loved. And yet — one would prefer, after all, not to be locked out. One would prefer, merely, that the key unlocked a less stunningly unusual door.
Though I have been in love a good many times I have never experienced the bliss of requited love. I have most loved people who cared little or nothing for me and when people have loved me… I have been embarrassed.
Socrates’ speech on love in the Symposium—arguing that love is merely a longing for immortality and ideas are immortal—is just a conceit of the intellectual. I prefer Aristophanes’ speech, imagining a world in which humans were once four-armed, four-legged, and two-headed balls who tumbled around doing cartwheels, each one split in two and yearning to find their other half.”
I think the other half can be an idea?
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