Book Review: Surviving Hell on Earth

We often use the term, “when hell freezes over” to describe one’s unwillingness to perform a particular action. In Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road,” hell has, in fact, frozen over and in our ignorant bliss we had never considered that the world we know as Earth, can very quickly become the physical place known as Hell.

Set in a post-apocolyptic wasteland known as the U.S. the reader follows an unnamed father and son on a journey westward, dodging cannibals and marauders, where there may or may not be safehaven. We don’t know the cause of the destruction but what has left me more intrigued is how the remaining survivors could have become so cruel, brutual and merciless. Animals are extinct, the sun is but a flickering candle that barely radiates through the thick and viscous air of smoke and ash and running waters run black and lifeless.

McCarthy’s narrative style is almost Biblical and though the descriptions are vivid, the horrific nature of it all is almost unfathomable. Unlike most pop-culture, post-apocolyptic worlds/survivors in novel and film, McCarthy has really left the world with nothing–No makeshift machines for weaponry, use or transport; no eccentric fashions from unlikely materials and no sole saving force representative of the light at the end of the very long and dark tunnel. The father and son trudge through difficult and chthonic landscapes and unrelenting weather–filthy, freezing, starving, and with a sanity kept alive by the love of the other. As McCarthy puts it, ”Each the other’s world entire.” They struggle to incubate the little hope they have for any kind of a better future–the young boy exhibiting an incredible sense of compassion and teaching the father that their goodness and love is worth surviving for.

Definitely a book worth reading because, like all great pieces of literature, there are messages embedded everywhere leaving us to believe that there is more to it all than meets the eye.

McCarthy was first highly acclaimed for his work, “No Country for Old Men” which he released in 2005. And in 2007, the film adaptation won an Academy Award for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Screenplay Adaptation (Coen Brothers), and Best Supporting Actor (Javier Bardem). In the following year, McCarthy released “The Road” and for this won himself a Pulitzer Prize which indeed generates the excitement for it’s film adaptation to be released this upcoming November.

Becoming…better? At least, more interesting.

Have you ever felt that your life was reaching a level of monotony that was actually counterproductive?

I’m at that point.

I used to feel really smart. Really. Even at Cornell, where you’re meant to feel like a small fish in a big ocean, I still felt smart. Intelligent.

Not to be confused with wise–wisdom comes through experiences determined by time, chance and the undeniable Master of our fates (God, Allah, Brahman, Buddah…) And if you don’t believe me turn on the news, Buddy. AIDS/HIV killing thousands, food prices skyrocketing, hurricanes destroying everything in its path, the stock market crashing, trees falling down, waste piling up, and clean/fresh water disappearing drop by drop. I hate to sound apolyptic because this is not a discussion of spirital or religious matters…

Anyway, lately I’ve been feeling really behind on current events and just having a basic understanding of things. I used to read a lot more and though it was mostly textbook crap, it was always reinforced with some article or lecture of enriching perspectives. I do not feel unintelligent…but as they say, the brain is muscle, and my brain has been in couch potato mode for far too long.

That being said, I’ve decided to not only read fictional novels but I’ve subscribed to numerous publications including: The Economist, The Harvard Business Review, and The Smithsonian. Hey, it’s a start.

So… regular excerise…check. Italian classes…check. Diverse literature…check.

Anyone have more suggestions?

Ok, so it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged…

What can I say? I forgot!!!

No major updates really. Just been too busy or too lazy to go to the gym and I feel my love handles creeping up on me again. -sigh-

Good news: I’m taking an Italian language course beginning next week — yay! =)

Ok, that’s it for now. I’ll write again soon–promise!

Oh no! Not ANOTHER ‘Dark Knight’ Review…

Not quite a review. Well, actually, it pretty much is.

Consider this a note of praise for the highly anticipated performance of the late, great, Heath Ledger as Batman’s next villian–the Joker.

When Chris & Jonathan Nolan were faced with the opportunity and challenge to write (Jonathan) and direct (Chris) the sequel to “Batman Begins,” viewers were anxious for something novel, yet familiar — a very difficult balance to successfully create within this particular genre. Beginning with the first Spiderman, superhero flicks have either hit or miss the target with long-time comic book readers and newbies alike.

Rather than to focus on the same old good-guy/bad-guy story, the Nolans tried something different. In “The Dark Knight” they let the bad guys kick ass for about 95% percent of the movie…and it rocked the house.

Ledger played the Joker in Dark Knight

Ledger played the Joker in "Dark Knight"

Set in Gotham City ( cleverly disguised downtown Chicago), the film is visually that of a typical big city.  By day, Gotham is a brighter (thanks to Batman) city but at night, the dirtbags and mobsters rule the streets. Gotham becomes a shadowy metropolis of distorting sounds and shattering mirrors. We find ourselves flying through the air with the caped Crusader and just as quickly engaging in gun fire and explosives through its tunnels and on its highways.
While the typical criminal seeks out personal interests (usually money, drugs, power or all of the above), the arrival of Joker brings a new perspective in town–sadistic insanity does not require purpose. The mark of a true and formidable villain is one who does not fight for anything or anyone. The Joker is not a terrorist, only terrifying.
Ledger as Joker

Ledger as Joker (look @ his blood drenched hands...the devil is in the details)

By forcing the characters to play parts in his circus and freakshow, the audience went from laughter to horror in 0-30 seconds…and it was awesome.  However, just like the paranoia and fear that terrorism provokes, the Joker sought to drive Gotham’s model citizens (including moral crusader and “White Knight,” District Attorney, Harvey Dent) to commit homicidal acts of rage and madness. Imagine, which is scarier: A clown who threatens to carve a smile on your face? Or, your calm and well-known next door neighbor shooting you in broad daylight? And this, was the method to Joker’s madness–driving Gotham to insanity and sitting by the sidelines laughing all throughout.
While all of the characters hold their own, Batman is no longer in self-exploration mode and so he lacked a performance worth noting. All I can really say is that Christian Bale is a fine ass man and the fact that he is ridiculously wealthy (in one scene he is seen on a fly ass yacht), makes him all the more attractive.
 
I would also like to note something about the love-interest of the film–Rachael Dawes. The character, who is played by Megan Gyllenhaal, is a stark improvement from Katie Holmes…whose dry performance stood out in the brilliance of ‘Batman Begins.’ OK, so let me be a hater for a second. So, I think Megan was too ugly to play the woman who the two heroes fight over but I respect her gangsta because she definitely displayed a fiesty attitude and fortitude that was lacking in the typical “damsel in distress” that we expect. (Maybe they will look to replace the role with a young & feisty Latina instead? Wishful thinking…)
Either way, if you haven’t seen the film yet–go see it. It’s really damn good. Worth the money and definitely worth the wait.
And remember ladies and gents:
“Whatever does not kill you, makes you…stranger.” – The Joker
Oh, how good it feels to be…bad.

Fear and Loathing in New York

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Have you seen it? Based on the novel by Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, the film/book follows a journalist and his attorney to Vegas where the dynamic duo degrade and demolish symbols of American consumerism and excess, while the city itself serves as the symbolic backdrop of mainstream America’s crude and commonplace ugliness.

Rolling Stone Cover

Rolling Stone Cover

Set at the conclusion of the 1960’s era of countercultre, peace (and orgy)-loving hippies, beatniks and anarchists, the characters take you on a psychadelic journey to dystopic nothingness oftentimes begging the question, “what is this movie about, again?” The film wallows in a blurry haze of disconnected ocurrances because the narrorators are on a constant high provided by a cocktail of LSD, weed, cocaine and who-knows-what-else. The scenes sometimes jump between fear and paranoia, leaving the audience wondering what is real and what is insanity. The fall to oblivion amidst acid trips, titty grips, bright lights on the strip only leave our characters in a self destructive darkness.

The reason I saw this as a great piece of literature is because, like all well written and notable fiction, it has been applicable to every cultural era thereafter.

NYC – 2008

New York City has become a place where twenty-somethings (mostly, Caucasian) from everywhere else in America come to lay the foundation of what they want their lives to be…their road toward the so-called “American Dream.” For big money gigs they trade day-to-day happiness ( their souls) for the promise of future suburban perfection and early retirement. They prance and parade their best appearances at work and in the social scene, oftentime driving themselves to narcissistic depression. Most women, as I have observed, are hoping to find the (rich) man of their dreams who will pay for their big house, credit cards and plastic surgery while the men hope to party-hard with model chicks, drive a sports car and settle down with a trophy wife whenever their age expectations call for it (think, Patrick Bateman in American Psycho).  Our dependency on anti-depression medications, in all its variations, is definitely out of control–as a generation, many of us are numbing our brains through our stresses and problems rather than to seek foundational solutions (think, Garden State or Prozac Nation). And for those not on behavior-altering meds, we definitely have those who can’t function effectively without alcohol and/or drugs…

After all, would LiL Weezy have dropped such a shotta fire album if he WASN’T on lean/sizzurp & coke?

The point is, ladies and gentlemen, is we need to periodically evaluate our mental, pyhsical and spiritual health…and determine if how we are living and if the things that drive us are fundamentally self-destructive.