I recently finished reading, "The Time Travellers Wife". It came highly recommended by a reader I trust. It's a great book, with an improbable and fascinating story line and the obligatory love story. Yet I found it less than entrancing and not a book that I would put anywhere near my top ten. Everyone else, who has read this book, has been entranced and it makes me wonder about my own levels of cynicism.
And there's the rub... I find that I cannot view this love story with anything less than cynicism and that just makes me sad. The end of my own relationship (a sad and sorry fading away), has left me feeling rather heartless. Which leads to the second topic for today's post, internet dating...
What a horror! You fill in these awful forms with these awful questions that are supposed to reveal something about yourself. You trawl through pages and pages of other people's answers to these awful questions and somehow you are supposed to be able to make even the vaguest decision about the person. In addition, you're expected to post a picture of yourself, which is nothing if not humiliating. The whole process, designed to help people meet each other, appears to be designed to achieve the reverse.
In cyber-dating world you can send "winks" to people, send messages and etc. It all seems so random, yet contrived and so un-organic. And maybe that's where my problem lies, I am used to meeting people as part of my daily life, of talking with them and making decisions based on real human interaction, in cyber-dating world it feels more like bingo (and everything that implies).
And so a beautiful book, that will probably become a modern classic, has failed to move me because I am the inhabitant of a place that I don't want to be in. I may have to get angry with myself for missing one of life's important literary moments.
Sunday, 15 March 2009
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Goddamn darlin' - you are in a bad place if TT's Wife didn't get you in the gooey bits.
ReplyDeleteBut it's a stage, a stage which'll pass, tho' it might not seem so at the mo. One day years from now you'll reread it and weep from the loveliness. Or maybe not 'cos it'll remind you of now ...
But either way - maybe you should be going down to the pub for that beer ...