Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Finally, a night of uninterrupted sleep.

My little brother made it safely back from Israel last night, and it was great to see him. He looks like a new person; he had the time of his life over there, you can tell, and that glow will stay with him for quite some time, I'd bet. He bought a pretty cool hookah, and we partook in some peach tobacco, which was quite nice. Had some pretty far-out conversations, too, which was cool - he got really into the Kaballah, which is this insane mystical shit. It's hard for me to believe that I never told him about Disc Theory until last night. I'm hoping that he'll follow my suggeston and get a copy of "Still Life With Woodpecker" - that should really turn his world upside down.

What book(s) really shattered your reality? And there'll be no poll, since I bombed on several Woody Allen omissions.... I can think of a few in particular that tweaked me pretty good:

1. "On the Road" - yes, it captured the feeling of wanderlust that everybody in college has, but I was really just thrown for a loop by a few passages in particular, which I highlighted and have since forgotten. I remember one was when they were raving about the horn player who had "IT", and shortly afterwards they talk about being in cars when they were kids and imagining that their arms were giant scythes, slicing everything in big whooshes - I used to do the same thing, and it was eerie how similar JK's description of it was...

2. "Infinite Jest" - I'm not gonna rant about this book. I'm not gonna rant about this book. OK, well, look - this book will kick your favorite book's ass, and there's really nothing you can do about it. I remember buying it my junior year of college, and skipping classes for the rest of the week, and finishing it in 7 days, footnotes and all.

3. "Revenge of the Lawn" - while this isn't my favorite Richard Brautigan book, it was the first one I read, and I haven't been the same since.

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