In: From life
Tournament of Books has begun
I’m glad, though not particularly surprised, to see my own nominations–Joshua Ferris’s Then We Came to the End and Tom McCarthy’s Remainder–as two of this year’s contestants. Get reading, kids.
So I watched the film version of American Psycho last night and I might be one of the few people who’s twisted enough to think it’s one of the funniest movies ever made (If irony and sharp satire isn’t your thing, or if you’re a feminist, you might not want to put this in your Netflix queue.).
Then I followed it with Jessa’s interview with the Book Guys and, after listening to her cute voice and infectious giggling, wound up feeling like a dirty misogynist for getting such a kick out of a movie about a Wall Street yuppie who dismembers the women he sleeps with. ("Sorbet?") Still: I went to the bookstore this afternoon and, upon walking through the double doors, felt like lurking in the Sexuality section and approaching every attractive woman and saying, "Your name is Christie. You will only respond to Christie. Understood?" (Now you know why I’m hopelessly single.)
In the end, I decided against that and instead re-bought my lost copy of Tom McCarthy’s Remainder.