venerdì, novembre 02, 2012
"Sempre sentira que era muito, muito perigoso viver, por um só dia que fosse" Virginia Woolf
How had I made this girl the answer to all the world's problems?
"And I lost it. Kinda lost it all, you know? Faith, dignity, about fifteen pounds. When I came to a few months later, I found to my surprise I had flunked out of school. Started working at a record shop. Some people never got over Vietnam or the night their band opened for Nirvana. I guess I never really got over Charlie. But the thing I learned from the whole Charlie debacle is that you gotta punch your weight. You see, Charlie, she's out of my class. She's too pretty. Too smart. Too witty. Too much. I mean, what am I? I'm a middleweight. Hey, I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I'm certainly not the dumbest. I mean, I've read books like 'Unbearable Lightness of Being' and 'Love in the Time of Cholera'. And I think I've understood them. They're about girls, right? Just kidding. But I have to say... my all-time favorite book is Johnny Cash's autobiography 'Cash' by Johnny Cash".
"Number three in the top five all-time breakup list? Charlie Nicholson. Sophomore year of college. As soon as I saw her, I realized she was the kind of girl I'd wanted to meet ever since I was old enough to want to meet girls. I mean, she was different. She was dramatic and she was exotic. And she talked a lot and when she talked she said remarkably interesting things about music, books, film and politics. And she talked a lot. And she liked me. She liked ME. She LIKED me. At least I think she did. We went out for two years. And I never got comfortable. Why would a girl, no, a woman, like Charlie go out with me? I felt like a fraud. I felt like one of those people who suddenly shave their heads and said they'd always been punks. I was sure I'd be discovered at any second. And I worried about my abilities as a lover. And I was intimidated by other men in her design department and became convinced she was gonna leave me for one of them. Then she left me for one of them. The dreaded Marco.
(- Charlie! You fucking bitch! Let's work it out! Just open the fucking door, Charlie! Look, let's talk it... Char...)"
(muitas cenas depois)
"- Rob, phone!
- Barry, that fucking pricer's busted, and I'm not the one who broke it.
- Rob? Bonjour. Bonjour.
- Who is this? Is this... is this Charlie?
- Hi. I just got back into town. Wow! Rob Gordon. The Rob Gordon. So how are you doing? Huh? Does it seem like millions of years ago?
- Yeah, yeah. Like a billion, right? So, uh... God, Charlie Nicholson. How are you? I mean, do you have kids and stuff like everybody else?
- No. No, I'm too young, too single. I don't know. Kids are too... time-consuming, I guess, is the expression I'm looking for.
I'm not making this up. This is how she talks as if nobody ever had a conversation about having kids in the history of the world. She's incredible.
- So, anyway, are you in or out, Rob?
- I'm sorry?
- Well, you know. I don't know. I just find these long-lost boyfriend calls a little unnerving. There's been a rash of them recently.
- Is that right?
- Yeah. Oh, remember Marco? I went out with him after you.
- Kind of.
- Kind of, yeah. Well, he called a few months ago. I think he was going through one of those what-does-it-all-mean kind of things. He wanted to see me and 'rehash the past', as they say. God, was I up for that? No. No. So, I don't know, do all men go through that?
- I've never heard of it before. I'm sorry, Charlie, but what does 'Are you in or out' mean?
- Well, it means, are we friends or aren't we? Because if we are, that's great, that's great. But if we're not, I don't really want to spend time playing catch-up on the phone. You know what I mean? I'm just really busy, you know?
- Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Of course.
- So, are you in or out, Rob?
- I'm in. I'm in. I'm in.
- Oh, yeah? Great. Do you want to come for a dinner party tomorrow night?
I can see now that I'm doomed to die a long, slow suffocating death, and I try to figure out why. Of course there's envy. Why isn't my life like this? Sure, I want their money and clothes and jobs and opinions. And I'd like to have advice on jet lag, but that's not it. I mean, they're not bad people, and I'm not a class warrior. It's something else. And then it dawns on me. Charlie's awful. She doesn't listen to anyone. She says terrible and stupid things, and she apparently has no sense of humor at all and talks shit all night long. Maybe she's been like this all along. How did I manage to edit all this out? How had I made this girl the answer to all the world's problems?
- Hey, Charlie.
- Hey, Rob.
- So, Charlie, why'd you dump me for Marco?
- Fuck! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- You are. You are going through one of those what-does-it-all-mean things. I can't believe you, Rob.
- Yes, I am. Very much. Indeed so.
- Oh, God.
- Come on. Answer the question.
(- Oh, come on, Charlie. Don't hold back. You can say whatever you like. Why'd you dump me for Marco?)
- Marco just seemed to be a bit more... glamorous. You know? More sure of himself. Less hard work. A little... sunnier, sparkier".
- A autobiografia do Johnny Cash deve ser melhor do que muitos clássicos literários. Vou procurar.
- Os Engenheiros do Hawaii abriram um show do Nirvana no Hollywood Rock de 1993. E se não esqueceram os grunges enfurecidos, deviam. Mas, de qualquer forma, acho que já superaram o fato. Licks, abduzido por algum ÓVNI desde os idos dos anos 90, não devia saber, nem à época, quem diabos era Kurt Cobain. Maltz está mais preocupado com espiritualidade e astrologia do que com a extinta banda que tinha Dave Ghrol como baterista. Já Gessinger é um egocêntrico saudável. Twitcam todo mês, noites de autógrafos de livros que nunca li, uma dupla com um colorado depois de 50 formações diferentes dos Engenheiros. Charlie who?
- Charlie IS awful. Narcisista de boa lábia, mas rasa. Ela é a farsa.
- "Sunnier" é meu bumbum branco sob a luz do sol e "sparkier" são minhas nádegas alvas sob lâmpadas ultravioleta, bitch.
- Nick Hornby, autor do livro no qual se baseou o filme, após ver o longa, elogiou sua fidedignidade mesmo com todas as adaptações. Só posso agradecer a Nick, John, D.V., Steve, Scott e Stephen pelas minhas risadas de autoironia e as duas maravilhosas obras das quais, bem, posso fazer um top 5 de trechos que narram momentos da minha vida.
Clara... Clarinha... Clarice.
Hora do mergulho: 20:04.
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Por amor às causas perdidas!
"A impossibilidade de constituir o mundo em unidade evoca aqueles lugares desertos e sem água onde o pensamento chega aos seus limites. O verdadeiro esforço é se sustentar ali na medida do possível e examinar de perto a vegetação barroca de suas regiões afastadas"