things of little relevance

May 10, 2010, 9:30 pm
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As spurred by recently hoopla surrounding women settling/not settling (i.e. this Times article; Lori Gottlieb, Sandra Tsing-Loh’s uhh “family situation,” etc.), Perri and I have been discussing “happiness” a lot recently. She sent me Rebecca Traister’s (surprisingly not nihilistic) take Screw Happiness.

The not-despair was, in fact, as great as “happiness.” I was making it through, getting by. I didn’t need satisfaction or contentment or anything approaching perfection. I was proud to be waking up in the morning and going to work, enjoying the intermittent flashing pleasures of a laugh with friends or a drink with colleagues. I can’t imagine that sunrise singing would have boosted me any closer to ecstasy. Then again, perhaps this is exactly what Rubin was prescribing for me at that lunch: the baby steps that inched me toward happier, if not happy.

I’ve always maintained that despite all my neuroses and complaints, I’m pretty content. I guess this is proof of it. Fun is overrated, says the girl (woman?) graduating in a week.


May 9, 2010, 11:00 pm
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I’m currently writing my very last college paper on Roberto Bolaño’s 2666. It’s fitting, I suppose, considering how much trouble I went to two summers (my summer of Brooklyn and Bolaño) ago to score a galley of this, and then when I left it somewhere in Dumbo, I had to jump through even more hoops—kind of not metaphorically speaking—to get another copy.

This line from the novel pretty much encapsulates how I feel about the impending real world: “What a relief to give up literature, to give up writing and simply read!” Each of the three final papers I’ve had to write has, now more than ever, felt like pulling teeth, especially since I drag them out until 2 am of the due date. “Oops.”

That said, the first non-college book I’m picking up is Martin Ami’s The Pregnant Widow. Sam Anderson says: “It’s a sex novel about sex.” Sold!