dolce vita

"All those gentleman and ladies and boys and girls sitting at tables in that cafe- they were right, unquestionably right. As they talked, they become more and more certain of how right they were. And their certainty about being right was built on ridicule, devastation, and scorn for other people. they more they talked, the more they were right, the more their rightness demanded its tribute of words, threats, and gestures. As that tribute piled up, all the others,those who were in the wrong, became increasingly alone and unhappy. I looked out the window, across the street, and I saw other people sitting in other cafes: they were right too. This immense, single-minded rightness had split the world into two camps: those who has right on their sides (which is to say, everyone), and the others (which is to say, again, everyone)."*

I got into an argument with Daniel about literature, or rather an argument about Truth, since he reads mostly nonfiction, and mostly philosophy, which he thinks is a part of the Quest, and I think literature, specifically fiction and also poetry, makes for the surer road. He threw a biblical reference to me, about Babylon, and all the poor fuckers scratching in the dark, and I got wildly upset at the idea of all of this being some sort of misadventure, even though most of the time I'm convinced it is. Most books make our problems greater, but there has to be some truth in that. He meant, I think, that most people who write just don't have their hearts in the right place, which maybe makes "accredited theories" a better shot at figuring out the ways of the world and ourselves, but I think the same can be said for everyone. A lot of people don't have their hearts in the right place, they're on some other road entirely.

I think some reading ends up being in the "entertainment" category for me. A lot of the comics I read aren't going to teach me anything new about the world, but then again, X Men has a very special place in my socio-political arguments. Bolano is good, Marquez is also good (even though I know he would had to think so, Bolano had a hefty distaste for Marquez but as I explained to a friend the other day, it's like listening to both Morrissey AND Discharge), Mark Twain and Melville are good, Borges is good, and we all know there's mountains and mountains of trash in the literary world. Doesn't mean I'm going to give up reading. Anyway it seems like that's what most writers spend time thinking about anyway, in any interview you've got at least a few pages of the author talking about which writers he or she admires, and which books still matter, and that's all critics are trying to figure out anyway besides. I don't want to take sides in the fiction vs. nonfiction debate, despite the fact that I've been quietly thinking about it ever since the other morning over breakfast, which I was drinking my coffee reading a fantasy novel and Daniel was reading Gurdjieff.

*Stefano Benni, Margherita Dolce Vita