I Can't Believe what I Just Saw

How does New York beat New England? Unbelievable.

I'm down for another blog name. This one seems overly generic and even slightly feminine. I liked Cam's ideas. Maybe we could call it - Washed Up, A Commentary on Growing Old.

So I am starting to get a little annoyed with the book. Part of me hates that the author always tries to disguise whatever he is talking about. Whenever he goes from one scene to another, he won't tell you who he is talking about for five pages. It's a little too crafty for me. Just lay it out, plain and simple. The other thing that is nagging at me is how cowardly everyone seems to be. Maybe that is why it takes Lethem so long to get to the character of the short story.

It seems like Dylan is unwilling to stick up for himself. I've thought to myself a million times that he just needs to go berserk on someone so they back off. I can't imagine what it must feel like to never stand up for yourself or never speak your mind. Their world is so complex and has so many unwritten rules. I'm also realizing how the majority will always deride and persecute the minority. It doesn't matter who is on which side. The team with the most players always seems to push down their weaker adversaries. It's amazing to see how stupid a mob mentality is. It seems like, for the most part, the more you put the same time of people together, the more you are going to get the worst out of them. Groups become less intelligent, less accepting and less sophisticated the larger they become. Too bad. There is strength in numbers, but apparently there is also weakness in them.

So far I'm starting to think this book is moving slowly. I'm in Chapter 9.