June 1, 2014 by musehick
I thought about giving this post some huge florid title but that would kind of go against the ethos for the blog, but it would’ve been something like – Be A Crap Twenty First Century Cyborg For A Week. The whole premise being that one of the prerequisites for the job would be having pneumonia and being hooked up to a whole load of machines to regulate breathing, monitor blood oxygen levels and maintain blood sugar, and feed the body what it needs. For that is me – those breathing difficulties? Pneumonia … spread throughout my lungs and doing wonderful things to me.
Hence no writing. I spent the last few days reading though – The Confessions of A Crap Artist by Phillip K Dick (kind of reminded me of A Confederacy of Dunces) which was enjoyable; The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad (a partial re-read from school days) which was solid in prose and construction, and very rewarding (still not beating Heart Of Darkness though, for me); and then the only disappointment, The Information by Martin Amis – a huge vapid pustule of a book with less point than a sphere (and he is usually so reliable); and now I am reading Requiem For A Dream by Hubert Selby Jr and wrestling with a need to let it breathe away from the imagery of the film – it’s energetic and has its own rhythm, so not impossible.
Anyway, I am doing better. Hoping to be discharged soon.