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Thinking Hurts, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
October 14, 2014
On the Shelf
George Cruikshank,
The Head Ache
, 1818.
Flannery O’Connor on a 1957 television adaptation of her story “The Life You Save May Be Your Own”: “Well, I have seen the production and
I thought it was slop of the third water
. I aver that everybody connected in any way with it, except me, had a stinking pole cat for a mother and father.”
Thomas Pynchon doesn’t enjoy talking to reporters, but he’s not really a recluse—who saddled him with that reputation?
It may have been none other than our own founding editor
: “It all started fifty-one years ago, in 1963, when George Plimpton in the
New York Times
published the line: ‘Pynchon is in his early twenties; he writes in Mexico City—a recluse.’ It is doubtful if Plimpton, who helped create
The Paris Review
, knew at the time that he was accidentally kicking off the largest and longest game of
Where’s Waldo?
ever conceived. Nevertheless, the label has stuck.”
Daily bummer: “We must reckon with the fact that
pop culture really likes to be agreeable
along with its thrills. It likes to say yes, and makes endless conciliations to do so. It is safer to say yes. Yes can be deeply pleasurable. History is made by those who say no.”
Kierkegaard’s prescience extends to
cyberbullying and trolls
: “If, for instance, I enter a place where many are gathered, it often happens that one or another right away takes up arms against me by beginning to laugh; presumably he feels that he is being a tool of public opinion. But lo and behold, if I then make a casual remark to him, that same person becomes infinitely pliable and obliging … That is what comes of living in a petty community.”
Is contemplation
a pleasant exercise
? No, experts say, “most people would rather give themselves an electric shock than be alone with their thoughts.” But “proclaiming that we’re unable to enjoy our own thoughts suggests that our mental weather is always supposed to be pleasant … The human mind is not meant to resemble a postcard from paradise forever fixed in a state of tropical bliss. It’s a vast and perplexing wonderland whose entire topography can change in an instant.
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