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Aug. 30th, 2005 11:07 pm

obsessions

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I am trying to pry myself away from the news stories about New Orleans. How depressing to think that everything we saw only a month ago is now under water, and how fucked up it is that the only plan New Orleans had was to "get in your cars and leave" when 100,000 residents don't have cars. Ugh.

I finished two books this week - Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain and Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi. You wouldn't think these books had anything in common, but they do. Both are memoirs of obsessive passions.

I've been slightly obsessed with Bourdain and his travel shows. He does everything I want to do - travel, write, eat, cook for a living. His writing style is engaging, show-offish, and compassionate. I like his rough humor, his obsession with gangster and samurai movies, and he finally got me to understand why some people are willing to pay a month's rent for a meal cooked by Thomas Keller. It also made me understand the chefs are like engineers - they are food geeks, with the same single-mindedness, the same passion, and the same inability to deal with normal people except with anal sex jokes.

Reading Lolita in Tehran is heartbreaking, not least for the oppressive atmosphere, but also because all the talk about revolution reminds me of the Cultural Revolution in China. It's so depressing. The Chinese also prosecuted their teachers for "insubordination", for "corrupting the youth", and also got the revolution they asked for, without realizing exactly what "revolution" entailed.

I had this all eloquently written in my head, but it's late, and I really need to sleep. I guess what these books reinforced for me was the value of the imagination, and my frustration that most people seem to waste it here.

All right, sleep.
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I've been going through my old notebooks on which I doodled and took notes for most of college. I discovered, my final exam for the Chaucer course, which was taught by a cranky, bitter, old professor, where he wrote on my paper "You seemed pretty clueless in your midterm about Chaucerian tragedy - maybe you were missing the day I dealt with it in class. You still take Fortune too seriously - she stands for 'circumstances' - but you make a lot of excellent points in this paper. Good job." Ugh, it hurts even as I type it, and you know what hurt more? He wrote this in pencil!

He was the only one who had the temerity to insult his students that badly, though. (My friend got roasted pretty badly.) Most of my professors were pretty awesome - nice but they never put up with any bullshit.

I just finished re-reading bell hooks' Remembered Rapture: the writer at work, and I think I liked it better this time around. I still get annoyed by the repeated mantra "race, sex, class", but I think that's because I haven't read most of her work. Also, "breaking silence", which is a theme that comes up often in identity politics, and is most often assumed to be an act of empowerment for people of color, especially women. I have my problems with it, because I am often a silent person, and I don't really know how to describe my feelings about it, other than that silence often isn't valued properly. I don't mean in the sense of "not speaking up", but of taking the time for contemplation, for taking time to articulate, refine, think, etc. Does that make any sense?

I liked her take on Zora Neale Hurston, and her discussion of Emily Dickinson. Hooks apparently has the same taste I do in literature.

I just started Reading Lolita in Tehran. So far, it's a pretty engrossing read, and reading this right after Remembered Rapture brings up some interesting thoughts. Both are concerned with the systems of oppression, one overt, the other, rendered invisible, and it's fascinating to see how these women navigate their way to rebellion, to expression.
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