lunedì 15 settembre 2008

DFW RIP

Mentre i telegiornali in Italia trovavano spazio, fra il servizio su la nuova Miss Italia, "era stata esclusa il primo giorno e poi ha vinto il titolo. Queste sono le notizie che la gente vuole sentire" e quello sul papa e la messa in latino, per farci sapere di una cazzo di bambina albanese che ha imparato a dire "elefante", nel resto del mondo, ieri, moriva suicida David Foster Wallace.



It's hard to get good answers to why Young Voters are so uninterested in politics. This is probably because it's next to impossible to get someone to think hard about why he's not interested in something. The boredom itself preempts inquiry; the fact of the feeling's enough. Surely one reason, though, is politics is not cool. Or say rather that cool, interesting, alive people do not seem to be the ones who are drawn to the Political Process. Think back to the sort of kids in high school or college who were into running for student office: dweeby, overgroomed, obsequious to authority, ambitious in a sad way. Eager to play the Game. The kind of kids other kids would want to beat up if it didn't seem so pointless and dull. And now consider some of 2000's adult versions of these very same kids . . . Men who aren't enough like human beings even to dislike—what one feels when they loom into view is just an overwhelming lack of interest, the sort of deep disengagement that is so often a defense against pain. Against sadness. In fact the likeliest reason why so many of us care so little about politics is that modern politicians make us sad, hurt us in ways that are hard even to name, much less to talk about. It's way easier to roll your eyes and not give a shit. You probably don't want to hear about all this, even.

The Weasel, Twelve Monkeys, and The Shrub


Chi avesse problemi con l'inglese sappia che 2000 vuol dire duemila.

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