I listen to OPB when I do nothing, I listen to NPR when I'm really doing something, I listen to RadioFrance when all I want to do is feel angry and terribly lonely and insufficient and sad.
I'm listening to OPB, about a Portland author. She's fantastic, smart. My professor told me about her because she mentions nature, northwestern landscape in the interview as she features it in her novels. I don't think I'll ever be able to write fiction. I just can't.
"There are a lot of serial killers menacing the Portland, Oregon area, in my mind."
Sheeeesh.
Non-fiction is incredible. I'm so intrigued by the genre, and so keenly aware of the opportunities it presents. I'm slightly offended that it's something I feel I can actually do, succeed in, contribute to. But that won't deter me from enjoying other work.
Her antiheroine is a sexy psychopath. She says there is appeal in a woman-killer, and I think that's a bit insane. I once watched one of those 20/20 MSNBC Dateline reports about a woman who killed her child. It was not sexy. She's talking about criminals revealing the intimacy they feel with their victims, real life. The power dynamics of a woman committing violence against a man, making him depend on her isn't some sort of empowered role-reversal, some trump of patriarchy or some revolution. It's sad. the fetishization of women, their power, their sexuality, is still fetish if it's coming form a woman.
She thinks her books are "very funny. many people do not." I once said that i "think I'm really funny."
well goddamn
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