Chapter 32
Hello. It's not exactly good to be back, but it does make me feel a little bit virtuous. In case you were wondering, in my time away, I still haven't seen the TDVC movie, nor have I converted to Catholicism, goddess worship or any other flavour of spiritual belief.
I have, however, read Chapter 32, in which Brown breaks away from a succession of short, sharp, single-scene chapters in favour of an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink approach. First there's a jolly bit of transatlantic culture clash, as we discover that, despite his immense erudition, Langdon has never seen a small car before. Then everything dissolves into a breathless blur of car chase, Parisian geography lesson and art history seminar.
Until we get to the real meat of the chapter, Sophie's flashback, in which brown proves himself to be a consummate tease, setting up the something-nasty-in-the-woodshed moment, but cutting to Sophie's horrified reaction rather than show the true ghastliness. What could it be, we wonder? A black mass? A mock crucifixion? A Ronan Keating DVD? Still you need to turn the page, just one more time, even though you know you'll hate yourself.
The only thing to detract from the delirious perfection of the episode is the absence of loin swaddles.
I have, however, read Chapter 32, in which Brown breaks away from a succession of short, sharp, single-scene chapters in favour of an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink approach. First there's a jolly bit of transatlantic culture clash, as we discover that, despite his immense erudition, Langdon has never seen a small car before. Then everything dissolves into a breathless blur of car chase, Parisian geography lesson and art history seminar.
Until we get to the real meat of the chapter, Sophie's flashback, in which brown proves himself to be a consummate tease, setting up the something-nasty-in-the-woodshed moment, but cutting to Sophie's horrified reaction rather than show the true ghastliness. What could it be, we wonder? A black mass? A mock crucifixion? A Ronan Keating DVD? Still you need to turn the page, just one more time, even though you know you'll hate yourself.
The only thing to detract from the delirious perfection of the episode is the absence of loin swaddles.
posted by Tim F at 10:22 am
1 Comments:
The thing that really disturbs me about this blog, Tim, is that it's making me want to read the book again. And that's just so wrong.
Have you heard the a-ha song Celice? "Celice... it's in the way you hurt me..." A rather compelling little pop tune, esp. if you don't know what it means.
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