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[felis_ultharus]

I woke up very late this morning since I spent half the night reading Headhunter. I'd gotten to a scene I just couldn't put down -- Marlow's conversation with Austin Purvis, two-thirds of the way through, for those who've read it.

The novel has gotten quite disturbing, but in a good way. Cathartic may be the better word. Part of his argument is that a good novel can be a form therapy, and it does feel oddly therapeutic to read Headhunter. But Aristotle knew more than 2000 years ago that pity and horror can purge an audience of its own inner demons. It's as much true now as it was then.

In a much lighter vein, this is the second time I've seen this virtual Thanksgiving card from American Greetings -- the strangest card in any format I've ever known.

I can only conclude from it that either American Greetings has been infilitrated by vegetarians hoping to put an end to the annual turkey-slaughter, or that the company is trying to corner that small but vital niche market made up of people who desire to feast on the flesh of Gloria Gaynor.

Comments

[metawidget]

Um, yeah.

That card is utterly bizarre.

[felis-ultharus.livejournal.com]

I really wonder what went through the heads of people who were coming up with this. Someone, somewhere, thought this would be a good idea, and a whole bureaucracy was set in motion to design it, program it, and record the song...

...and nobody (or at least nobody with power) just said, "Wait -- this is really strange..."

[ubergreenkat.livejournal.com]

...speechless...

how often does that happen?

[felis-ultharus.livejournal.com]

were you made speechless by Timothy Findley's genius or Gloria Gaynor's fowl transubstantiation?