I started reading The Split about a week ago. I'm all caught up now. Which means I have to wait a whole week between chapters! I should have paced myself.
Just imagine living back when Dostoevsky's classics were serialized, a drip every week. Shit, "The Brothers Karamazov" probably took 10 years to come out just a little bit at a time.
Read your Dostoevsky and then tend the potatoes for a week until the next one arrives.
That's CCSA edujamation for you. Most people have forgotten what those tablets represent, and now it's just some guy holding two tablets with the numbers one through ten on them.
The bit about Elon's fate reminds me that NASA is paying him $465 million to destroy the International Space Station. The fools -- they could have *sold* it to him for $55 billion and he would've destroyed it anyway.
My favorite parts have been finding out what happened to today's villains. First it was the fitting end to Don Jr. and now we find out the MORE than fitting end to Elno. I love it!
There are times when it's necessary for me to remind myself that what I am reading is fiction. Truth to be told with all that has occurred here in the United States since early 2016 there are too many aspects of this story that ring too loudly and clearly TRUE regarding the cultish devotion of the Deplorables and the statements made and actions taken by MAGAts.
This is the first bit I've read. Nice! But the English major in me is compelled to note that this novel's narrator is nothing like the ones that tell the stories of Gustave Flauber.
Not only would Flaubert's voice describe in inventorial detail a French country kitchen, the voice would tell you at the end of the description that there were more details, but those were unimportant for the reader to know. Now, that's fucking *omniscient.*
Ours is ... imprecise --
"Fifteen or twenty" were puttering in the lobby, we are told. Among them are "a number of women." "Most," though, are middle-aged men. The tour guide was "twentyish." However, there were exactly 10 golf carts.
I kid because I love. And I get it, the narratorial voice is a regular person, who glances at a crowd like you would and makes a colloquial estimate, but can count parked golf carts if the total is less than 12.
Looks like a fun book. I'll go back and read from the beginning!
"That’s the thing about billionaires,” Stimpy whispered. “They always need more money.”
This is perfect, it applies to so many issues in our current society.
I started reading The Split about a week ago. I'm all caught up now. Which means I have to wait a whole week between chapters! I should have paced myself.
Just imagine living back when Dostoevsky's classics were serialized, a drip every week. Shit, "The Brothers Karamazov" probably took 10 years to come out just a little bit at a time.
Read your Dostoevsky and then tend the potatoes for a week until the next one arrives.
Well, the Phantom of the Opera would have been more my style. But I get your point.
“I always get emotional around this statue,” Jared said. “It’s called ‘The Ten Numbers.’”
Not "The Ten Commandments?" They're just a suggested guideline now?
Sounds appropriate for a Trump property, I guess.
"Commandments" is too hard to pronounce. Too many syllables.
That's CCSA edujamation for you. Most people have forgotten what those tablets represent, and now it's just some guy holding two tablets with the numbers one through ten on them.
It's as high as they can count.....
“𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭,” 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, “𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 —”
*Chef's Kiss*
The bit about Elon's fate reminds me that NASA is paying him $465 million to destroy the International Space Station. The fools -- they could have *sold* it to him for $55 billion and he would've destroyed it anyway.
My favorite parts have been finding out what happened to today's villains. First it was the fitting end to Don Jr. and now we find out the MORE than fitting end to Elno. I love it!
I thought it very fitting that in the last installment Ivanka divorced Jared and married a Saudi prince. Expecting it to happen soon.
There are times when it's necessary for me to remind myself that what I am reading is fiction. Truth to be told with all that has occurred here in the United States since early 2016 there are too many aspects of this story that ring too loudly and clearly TRUE regarding the cultish devotion of the Deplorables and the statements made and actions taken by MAGAts.
That's the mark of excellent writing (and good research). It all sounds terrifyingly plausible.
This is the first bit I've read. Nice! But the English major in me is compelled to note that this novel's narrator is nothing like the ones that tell the stories of Gustave Flauber.
Not only would Flaubert's voice describe in inventorial detail a French country kitchen, the voice would tell you at the end of the description that there were more details, but those were unimportant for the reader to know. Now, that's fucking *omniscient.*
Ours is ... imprecise --
"Fifteen or twenty" were puttering in the lobby, we are told. Among them are "a number of women." "Most," though, are middle-aged men. The tour guide was "twentyish." However, there were exactly 10 golf carts.
I kid because I love. And I get it, the narratorial voice is a regular person, who glances at a crowd like you would and makes a colloquial estimate, but can count parked golf carts if the total is less than 12.
Looks like a fun book. I'll go back and read from the beginning!
You'll thank yourself for doing that.
Ta, Steve. Ta, Ellis. Good to know TFG was behind The Split.