taking a shower with war and peace and ruining it was the most romantic experience i had in 2011. there might be more romance in books because the physical ramifications of things like aids or sticking your arm into a woodchipper are only readable in books and don’t necessarily happen. maybe they do. nothing romantic will happen in 2012.
I find that no matter how many times I read Neuromancer—and this is not intended to cast aspersion on that novel’s genius but perhaps to reveal instead some critical failing within myself, deep within my flesh—I can never really remember what happens in it.
‘The triumph of hope over experience’ happens rarely and usually incompetently irl, but often enough and pleasurably so in reading books.
The neologism “neuromancer” reminds me of:
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
…’That is not it at all,
…That is not what I meant, at all.’
The phrase “new romancer” doesn’t make me think of Lester Ballard, at all.