On Tue, Oct 28, 2003, rbowman@indigo.ie said:
> 'Sure, Tim. They have more money....'
Well, I hope I didn't make it sound as if I felt inferior to any of the
specimens paraded before the eye of the camera. On the contrary, I kept
wondering how all that precious expensive education had turned out so
many dolts. (Though a couple were touchingly thoughtful and not at all
odious.)
> (Although I wonder if Hem wasn't as neurotically fixated
> about money as 'poor Scott' ever was. He made sure
> to marry increasingly rich women &, at the end, was as
> psychotically terrifed of the taxman as any of the millionaires
> he sneered at on his way up.)
Hemingway's final state was about as useful as if he had put his brain
into a blender for the last couple of years before he blew the thing to
smithereens. I think his general paranoia about everything was more or
less an indication of the utter disaster of his psyche. Booze wins yet
again....
> We all remember Holden's tact in hiding those leather suitcases.
> (Vuiton?)
Mark Cross! Just like Grace Kelly in REAR WINDOW when she stays over
Jimmy Stewart's apartment, though her case was a lot more creatively
strategic than anything Holden managed.
> But had his angst really all that much to do with privilege?
> It's always pleasant to drink in the better class bars & mix with
> girls who adore the Lunts. But self-loathing, whether of the adolescent
> or more mature variety, will always find a theatre for its projection
> - in any part of town.
I thought there was always a touch of discomfort at the "better" life he
led; he always seemed to feel awkward toward the kids who had less than
he had.
But that's true about self-hatred. It's pretty much the same all over,
isn't it?
--tim
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