Yes, I've lost it completely. My head is spinning with the power dose of good culture I inflicted myself this weekend.
I've already talked about Before midnight, a movie I longed for and to which I related way too much. And then, I read The Ocean at the End of the Lane , the new Neil Gaiman book. How these two wonderful works mix? Dunno. But I can tell you where they meet.
In my mind,
they talk about the same thing
from different angles.
Told you I lost it.
Here's the thing: In Before, it's the parents' perspective - in special the mother, woman, professional, friend, daughter - in other words, wonder woman's view. In Ocean, it's the son's perspective.
Worst, the son is no longer a child. He is a child only grown and then back to being a child. Do I make any sense? No? I absolutely don't want to give away any spoilers, go read Mr. Gaiman 's book. It's puuuuurfect!
Those two works got me thinking about me and my boy while thinking about me and my parents at the same time. Difficult place to be - in between - and actually I'm not as gloomy as I usually get when in this mood. I feel... inspired.
There's always something we can do
Avoiding spoilers, there were two lines in the book that are forever imprinted in me:
"...‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘That took a lot longer than I expected. It didn’t want to cooperate, neither, and in the end it took me and Gran to do it, and she did most of the heavy lifting. It wasn’t going to argue with her, but it didn’t help, and it’s not easy …’
‘What?’ I asked. ‘What are you talking about?’
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And before saying goodbye, pray for me ? tks
|"Saint Jane of Austen, help me finish the Portuguese version of '45 days in Europe with Mr. Darcy' that I have just started. Amen."|
Disclaimer: Images from Google, superb text from Mr. Gaiman, babble is all mine.