Thursday, October 30, 2008

My Summer Wrap-Up

I just looked at my blog, theselfisaviciouscycle.blogspot.com, after months of silent contemplation in my shadowy summer home, when I realized that I may have let my readers down. How many of you look to me, David Pollock, prominent post-Lacanian of the new Literati, for cultural interpretation, literary analysis, sexual deviance? And I have not posted since mid-late July.

In a way, this is fortunate. For now I can tell you how I spent the half of my summer when I was not writing. I call it Netherland, named after the contemporary classic by Edward O'Neill:

Oh, but where have I been all this time? In the shadowy summer house. It is only P.G. Wodehoser and me, living and re-living the travesties and tickles of Wooster the snotty-nosed rooster and his man-slave Jeeves. If only I had a man-slave, then I would make him put on the wig. The jewels around his neck. Aura's of smoky blue around his eyes. A pink handkerchief. Oh, sister, my sister, I would say and wrap my arm around him. Then we would dust togther.

--Yet to read Wodehoser, to feel the British sting, is this a way to live your summer?

--Oh, the questions you ask. Tell me something, lovers of fine literature. Why do we resort to British class comedy in the pleasant summer, the chill of ice bags on our ankles, and laugh aloud as if we were intelligent? What's next? Waugh? A name that sounds like a German cough?

As you can tell, my summer was relaxing. I enjoyed British class comedy. Now I've returned to reality, where there is no more shade, and it looks like an old white Scottish man will become president-elect. He and that divine speciman of North Woods woman. I see them now, marching along the White House Mall, hand in hand. Lovers? Perhaps. Only the Giant Eye Doth Know.

A rather uninspired entry, I'm afraid. But I've been on vacation. Maybe tomorrow I will enter the mysterious world of Atheism and discuss the works of Sam Harris. In particular, The End of Faith, in which Mr. Harris states that it is not God who does not function, but His believers.



Charming. I think I will.