March

First off, let me just say, our apartment is getting there. And it’s fascinating to watch the influx of feminine on the outflux of masculine. I must say, the feminine touch seems to be helping. It’s almost pretty in there.

Augie March.

I’m reading the Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow. I bought it because he’s a Chicago writer, and the more I know about Chicago the better. Keep in touch little blog, more Chicago talk is coming.

There is not much of Augie March that has to do with Chicago, he’s set there, but it’s not really a Chicago book, which is fine, because it’s still a pretty good book otherwise.

It’s about a guy, Augie, who tends to follow whoever might lead him. He’s pushed and pulled every which way under the guise of keeping his life simple. Whoever comes up to him and says “Hey Augie, have I got something for you” or “Hey Augie, I’m in so much trouble from my boyfriend, take me to Mexico”, gets to keep Augie till the next person rushes in.

He has no direct purpose, no goal, no aim…he’s got some short term ones, but nothing that pushes him, he’s always being pulled. My friend Matt loves this quote and I think it is quite fitting for both Augie AND Matt.

“I am an American, Chicago born-Chicago, that somber city-and go at things as I have taught myself, free style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. But a man’s character is his fate, says Heraclitus, and in the end there isn’t any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or glowing knuckles”

I don’t know what’s going to happen to Augie, I’m still a bit aways from being done, but I will tell you he’s traipsing around Mexico with a bandage on his head from an eagle accident.

I just didn’t want to talk about how much I hate my job.