I’m in the middle of a very smart crime novel which contains this line:
“Most things are both true and absurd.” (Norwegian by Night, Derek B. Miller)
Do you agree? Discuss.
I think that most of life feels very solidly real, even when one wishes it weren’t quite so solid. And I agree that it can be truly ridiculous at times.
This book makes me want to live in Norway. But only in the summer months, just like Roald Dahl in his childhood. And without the crime drama. Just the fjords in summertime.
On an unrelated note, last week I participated in a writing exercise of choosing five words that describe me. It was completely painful. Try it, see how it stings. I could only think of my flaws, my ugliest qualities. My list looked like a summary of my worst traits. So shameful.
As I’ve mulled my list of self-descriptors, I’ve decided that I need more than five. I am angry, emotional, short-tempered, irritated, irrational, and impatient. I’m also creative, honest, snarky, compassionate, forgiving, and drawn to funny, strange things.
I like the way keeping a blog allows me to be hyper aware of little moments: happy, funny, lovely, and bittersweet.