Part 2 (less animals)

I've just written a few sentences explaining why im writing this entry rather early in the night, but ive realized it really isn't very interesting, so i deleted them. And now i've explained all that, so all the worse. 

I had some music on, "Stick like Bolts" by The Perks (a local Vancouver band which i've just had the pleasure of discovering)... but as good as it is, its not very good for blogging to. Too... I dunno, just not Bolivarist enough i guess. Check it out if you get the chance though, its not too shabby at all for those (rare) times in your lives when you aren't blogging about SpanLit. 

Now to the book. In this second half, i must have a dozen pages earmarked for looking back on, and i also had the hiliter out to get the passages down.

I find parts of this book quite funny. Apparently Facundo was funny, but i didn't really see it. 

Earmark one: On page 99, Bolivar is inquiring about the girl he heard (he thinks) and upon being told theres no girls worthy of him, he asks "and how about any unworthy of my excellency." Its subtle, but i laughed, because it seems as though despite the failing body, he has a... playful?... (some sort of word that has more literary 'oomph' than 'Horny'?)? 

Earmark 2: On page 105 there is a bit about mothers being more afraid of exposing there children to the cure than to the contagion. The whole thing just reminded me of how last month i learned the origin on the terms "hair of the dog"... drinking to cure a hangover. Well, apparently in mid-evil (or medieval?- I was always under the impression it was the former until recently... not sure if i'm wrong or just being deceived by evil-apologists) times the supposed cure for a dog bite was to put some of the hair from that dog on the cut. But, of course, the dogs were only a bit cleaner than the people, and so the cuts got infected and a lot of people got sick and died... --- I believe this to be true with regards to the drinking while hungover, however, two things. One, beer mixed with orange juice is good any time of the day, but is best served in the morning. And two, any beers you do drink before coming to class should be "casuals" (you know, the type that don't count towards your total number.)

Earmark 3: page 110: There are actually a lot more earmarks, each with a complete thought i had while reading the book, but I don't have the space here really to delve too deep, or to include them all. A simple thought on the part where he eats all the oranges or guavas or whatever... It just follows my thoughts on his body letting him down. Here he is, so excited and into the eating that he gorges himself... and then he gets to spend the next few hours emitting "fragrant farts". No wonder he hardly eats. 

The General and his Vicunas

Before i even begin i'll preface this entry with the fact that i've only read 11 pages so far. I sat down to read the first half of the book (which is small and has big words, instead of is big and has small words-that-are-sometimes-doubled-up-to-cram-twice-as-many-together), and was immediately drawn into this book. I really like it, all 11 pages of it. So i wanted to write a brief post, to by followed later by a more substantial one, still on the first half though. 

First of all, they mention the Vicuna poncho. In truth this was what made me want to blog so early... I like watching nature shows and i watched one about animals in Southern Chile and near the Atacama desert etc. One of the animals that was on the show was the Vicuna, which is like a llama. Also, the guanaco. There are also penguins... never thought you'd find penguins next to the driest place on earth, hmm? 

Also, in a more literary sense, the writing seems more modern and... peppy? I dunno, thats a weak word I suppose, but im liking how the characters are vividly described, as is what they do. The General's ablutions... the effort to keep his bath just the right temperature, etc. The description on the back of the book jacket seems almost like the journey down the river in Apocalypse Now... Im very much looking forward to it. 

Second "Half" of I The Supreme

In all honesty for the past week I hadn't touched the book, instead choosing to relish the thrill that is being one of the infamous "bad people out there." But, my inner law abiding self has triumphed, and so I will move to being a good person for at least a few days, since i suppose this means I will have to start reading yet another book and for Tuesday. Anyways, here goes...

IT IS WITH REGRET THAT I INFORM ALL WHO READ THIS POSTING THAT I HAVE FINISHED READING THIS BOOK... AND I DO NOT LIKE IT. 

Too bad the blogger program doesn't have handwriting font, I wanted a cheap shot at a similarity with the 

opening of this book... because, like the writing on the wall, THIS BOOK ALMOST KILLED ME. I would sit

and stare at it, knowing i had hundreds of pages to go and I was already behind and it wouldn't read itself...

and then i would crack a beer and watch Kitchen Nightmares instead. I had mentioned the enormity of my task to my

girlfriend's dad, who is an english teacher at UBC and is also named Jon, and he suggested that if worst came to worst i might

want to skip a section in the middle and read the ending and try to piece it together. Given the name-based credibility

he had, i figured i'd try. So i skipped a section and came upon the page where The Supreme, I believe (damn missing punctuation)

is telling of how Solomon used to sleep with concubines and torture them and hold their eyeballs etc. (which rather reminded me of Facundo, but i've said enough about that book as well)

So... I sense a theme amongst dictators...

I continued to read and came upon the section where the Supreme talks about Pilar the Black. He is a slave/servant from what i understand,

yet El Supremo speaks with a kind of respect for his abilities, and clearly this man is at least as intimately involved

in his life as is Patino. It also made me think of the bad treatment Patino would get near the very end... 

Then there is the relaying of the story where Pilar steals his uniform and goes crazy, and the guards

don't know who to listen to, because they seem to mistake the Supreme for Pilar (with his voice) and Pilar for the supreme.

This is interesting to me because it reminds me of something i spoke of in an earlier blog, or at least meant to. The fascination

of these tin-pot dictatorships with pomp and ceremony and elaborate shoulder-padded uniforms with gold braiding and brass buckles etc.

Its almost as though, without his uniform, The Supreme is nothing. The very title is revealed to be ridiculous as well..

It reminds one of a child who has climbed a hill and declares himself The King of the Castle...and he is certainly The King, regardless of his ability to do the Job compared to the others...

but as soon as he leaves that hill

He is exactly the same as the others...

I apologize for the bizarre formatting... it just happened. I feel doubly-bad because we've all just gone through reading a bizarrely formatter book... and here I am making you do it again. I actually have just here figured it out I think... but i cant seem to get the rest to re-format. Anyways, your patience is appreciated, and i promise a more punctual, and I HOPE I HOPE I HOPE more interesting entry next week.

ps. Sorry Jon, I really wanted to love this book... if only to ingratiate myself to you so that at the next "Men named Jon meeting" you might talk me up.

First Half of "I, The Supreme" aka. "The coffee stain"

Two brief administration points. First, i feel bad because i was a big hypocrite after getting annoyed at the lack of blogs by a late hour the night before they were due. Im about a week overdue here. I barely even started the book before this weekend. Which brings me to my second little anecdote. In class on thurs. i spilled coffee on my book, right along the bottom edge, and it left a stain on pretty much exactly the first half of the book. So, all weekend, as i was figuratively trudging through the viscous words that are "Yo el supremo", i kept checking back to see how much of the stain i'd worked through. Finally, just now, i looked down and realized i was a good 40 pages past the end of it! Well done me! Which leads me to my first substantive observation about this book...

It took me about 175 pages before i even began to be interested in continuing to try to discover what makes this book "The best book in latin american literature." And I am in no way convinced. So far i would say i've enjoyed this book far less than the president... or Facundo for that matter. I dont feel ive given authors enough credit up til this point for including basic punctuation. And for omitting the constant use of made-up words. And for changing settings. And for using punctuation. Ive said this twice because its at least twice as annoying as any other problem im having with this book. Or have had until p. 175 or thereabouts. 

Now, im torn because part of me feels like I should qualify my issues with the first bit of the book by saying "I didnt see the merits, BUT..." More learned people than I have stated quite forcefully that this is, after all, The Greatest Book in Latin American Literature... But im just not seeing it so far. It is certainly an impressive feat of writing, if for no other reason than im having trouble READING it... I can't imagine writing 433 pages in this style- everytime you would get up to take a break or get a drink you would come back and look at an endless stream of discussion... how do you get back into the flow? Maybe this is the greatest book because great things are difficult to make? 

Despite my not having been bowled over by this novel so far, i did dog-ear a few pages that i wanted to talk about, so ill mention a few. On page 70 The Supreme describes being put to sleep by the French-Catalan prisoner's stories. But the story of the "he-goat... attack[ing] the sex (which, ive learned, is a euphemism) of the universe." And talk of "the din of his battering-ram (another euphemism), the clamor of his orgasm..." Such is the bedtime story fit for a dictator. Bizarre. 

The Supreme returns again and again to sexual imagery, but (so far) has no contact with women that i can tell. I was under the impression that an integral part of being a dictator was, well, dictating your way into your poor subjects pants-(or punching them in the face, a la Facundo). Maybe he asked his herbalist and was told he was not fit for sexual activity? 

One last thing... when Patino and El Supremo... F*** the page together... I didn't really know they used that particular phrase back then. Although in cowboy movies I guess they do, like Deadwood... but I wondered then same thing about that... such a bizarre mix of shakespeare and cursing. 

Now im off to pour a G&T down the other side of the book and then try to read past it.