or was it in a graphic novel? I can’t remember. graphic novels I’ve read recently include the Essex County trilogy, Ghost World (I don’t think it was this), V for Vendetta, Lost at Sea, and I don’t know what else
i took my cat outside and the further i carried her from the house the harder her obese gut trembled with terror against my heartcage. when we got back to the house she splayed out on the wood floor like a distended bear rug with PTSD and she stayed there all night real quiet.
After my best year of writing to date, I wasn’t rehired at my former institution, to teach writing, because, I was told, I was more interested in writing than teaching writing. Also surprised to land a similar job two weeks later at a sister institution. Life is weird, I’m really lucky, and I won’t forget that worthless feeling for a long long time.
I responded on this minithread yesterday but the comment vanished – I’ll try again.
I was surprised by Scott’s suicide, too — not in particular, as I don’t know much about him except what makes the celebrity ‘news’, but because suicide is generally at least a bit of a shock.
–but as I learned of his inoperable brain cancer (?) – now disputed by his family (?) – the surprise melts away into distanced understanding.
This mutation of surprise raises the interesting question of “surprise”: what is the difference between startlement that’s normalized (or ‘familiarized’) by contextual information – or routinized into normality (or familiarity) – and ‘surprise’ that’s intrinsically surprising, that resists or defies normalization or familiarization or reasonable anticipation? Is there such a thing as ‘real’, persistent surprise?