Gabriel Garcia Marquez -- What a Deal!
John P David
you, you might yet be in time to snap up your copy of "News of a Kidnapping"
for a mere $4.88. It's on sale in the book department. No, obviously it's
not on sale in the Ladies Lingerie. It's in the book department on display
with the rest of the sale priced literary bras and panties.
For those not familiar with this Nobel Prize winning author, well, all I can
say is that there is simply nothing in the world like him, not when it comes
to a sense of humor sent strictly from some heavenly madhouse on Olympus,
and not when it comes to an intuition of heart for the Romantic.
This book is unusual for Marquez in that it is his account of a true event,
the kidnapping of ten journalists by Pablo Escobar a few years ago. But, the
story is told just as though it were the stuff of one of his fabulously
illustrated Romantic novels.
For the price of a spark plug you thus buy a literary Cadillac.
Let me know if you get a copy, and then I'll be very happy for you.
--
Uncle John long_go...@nobodyfeelsanypain.com
John's Joint:: http://jpdavid.freewebspace.com/
On-Line Novel, *Amador Green*, MP3's and Usenet Archive
"I've often regarded my life as a series of fights; my fight with these
guys, my fight with those guys: I've finally come to see my life as
entirely one long fight." -- Dalton Trumbo
John P David
Kidnapping*.
I'm truly tickled by the volume of response thus far for my having taken the
trouble to put y'all in the know about this, but then why should I be
surprised, considering the high state of literacy one is presented with
hereabout, and besides, it's not like I came around yelling "Free Copies of
Harry Potter" is it?
I've just come from the G.G. Marquez official homepage where there's an
article reprinted from the New Yorker about how ever since this book came to
press, he's had to make provision for himself in the way of a custom-built
1992 Lancia Thema Turbo sedan with a bomb-proof undercarriage and
bullet-proof windows. A team of Colombian Secret Service agents are assigned
to attend him in motorcade when he is going about between one or the other
of his Colombian villas, and his many social, political and professional
errands.
http://www.themodernword.com/gabo/gabo_power.html
Looney
>
>I forgot to mention--that $4.88 is the *hardbound* price for *News of a
>Kidnapping*.
>
>I'm truly tickled by the volume of response thus far for my having taken the
>trouble to put y'all in the know about this, but then why should I be
>surprised, considering the high state of literacy one is presented with
>hereabout, and besides, it's not like I came around yelling "Free Copies of
>Harry Potter" is it?
No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
Anthony "Looney" Toohey
-------------------------------------
"Very few authors, especially the unpublished,
can resist an invitation to read aloud."
- Truman Capote: Breakfast at Tiffany's
Jayess
in message news:20011206012102...@mb-fm.news.cs.com...
> No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
> remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
Tsk, how you people misunderstand the Jerv. Two years ago,
when he discovered the www, he was a successful dealer in
second-hand records and associated paraphernalia. His instant
transition from semiliterate shopkeeper to literatus supreme
was one of the most important moments of his life, almost as
important as the realisation that at last he could proclaim his
circumstantial Jewish heritage to the world, and finally put to
rest the rumours of his Norwegian ancestry, on his mother's
side. In the months since his holy transformation, the Jerv has
become almost completely literate, able to spell, punctuate,
and capitalize like a normal person, and thus endlessly expose
his great works to the scrutiny of thousands of anonymous
subscribers to several newsgroups. It is significant that he has
been taken up by one of the world's most important obscure
websites, the Poem Garden, and there all may witness the poem
he wrote, and marvel. His regular discovery of significant used
books should not be overlooked, either, and it is to the credit of
Cliff's that he is able to pronounce, at considerable length, on
many of the books most of us have long neglected, letting them
gather dust on our bookshelves, shamefully ignoring the great
significance of their metaphoric allusions, and yes, life-changing
words. How many of us suffered unending guilt when the Jerv
accused the entire reading public of neglecting the Glass Family?
All the Catholics, sure. And how many of us know in our very
souls that we, subscribers to newsgroups, will never read Jervis
without thinking - Ungh? No, the endless search for truth must
go on, and we should be grateful that we have in our midst, here
in Usenet, the one man capable of demonstrating that literature
is alive and well, and available at your local Wal-Mart.
John P David
"Jayess" <arj...@theozone.fsnet.co.uk> wrote in message
news:9uncad$6jb$1...@news6.svr.pol.co.uk...
> "Looney" <wilyk...@cs.comkillspam> wrote
> in message news:20011206012102...@mb-fm.news.cs.com...
>
> > No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
> > remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
>
> Tsk, how you people misunderstand the Jerv.
I'm sure you won't mind if I just let you and the Looney splash and play
together in your little puddle, doing your favorite game of making your
little mythological mud pies.
Have fun! But don't forget to wash up before you come to dinner. We
grownups take a dim view of dirty little hands like those at the table.
Davida Chazan - The Chocolate Lady
06:21:02 GMT in <20011206012102...@mb-fm.news.cs.com> that:
>
>No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
>remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
>
Huh? I truly doubt that Wal-Mart even stocks GGM books.
I've almost never seen his books discounted anywhere, for that matter.
(But I found "Love in the Time of Cholera" a bit difficult going.)
--
Davida Chazan (The Chocolate Lady)
<davida @ jdc . org . il>
Visit "Like Chocolate for Poetry" http://pub58.ezboard.com/bdrchazan
My Homepage - http://davidachazan.homestead.com/
Alan Hope
programme, like this one from John P David, calling from misc.writing:
>I'm truly tickled by the volume of response thus far for my having taken the
>trouble to put y'all in the know about this, but then why should I be
>surprised, considering the high state of literacy one is presented with
>hereabout, and besides, it's not like I came around yelling "Free Copies of
>Harry Potter" is it?
I have bad news for you, Jervis. You didn't discover GG Marquez.
Granted, PBS just brought him to your attention, but that doesn't mean
he's anything new. Some of us have been following his career for
simply years.
The particular book you mention isn't even new. Finding a copy in a
second-hand shop at a price Jervis is willing to pay is a good sign of
that.
Terrible thing about the Hindenburg, wasn't it? Everyone here seems to
be acting as if it didn't happen. I'm appalled. Simply appalled.
--
AH
Hugh Watkins
"John P David" <dadd...@yahoo.com> wrote
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> I'm truly tickled by the volume of response thus far for my having taken the
> trouble to put y'all in the know about this, but then why should I be
> surprised, considering the high state of literacy one is presented with
> hereabout, and besides, it's not like I came around yelling "Free Copies of
> Harry Potter" is it?
snip
Dear John
aftre making a reasonable informative post
exellent compared with your usual unreadable stuff
why do you do a Peggy?
kick me bite me :-0(
Hugh W
PS these guys here are not ninnies in nappies you know
they have been discussing GGM sinc April 1995 at least
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John P David
"Alan Hope" <ah...@skynet.be> wrote in message
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The abysmal level of literacy here is, I think, most adequately demonstrated
by this reply . . .
"Davida Chazan - The Chocolate Lady" <drch...@excite.com> wrote in message
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> (But I found "Love in the Time of Cholera" a bit difficult going.)
>
In fact, it should be noted that the tiny minority of those who truly are
well-read hereabout, when they see a post such as this one, unless they are
moved to thank a person for the "heads-up", and then get right over to
Wal-Mart to pick up on such a swell deal, well, otherwise they are just
going to chuckle and think, "Yeah, that's about the speed of this group all
right. Like, *Harry Potter* is about it."
But when we hear from people who reply in strenuous denials full of
counter-attacking insult, in defense, not of even themselves personally, but
the whole group, well, what does that tell you?
Easy. It tells you that the truly literate person, that individual seeing a
criticism lodged against an entire group will simply not take umbrage by it
as he knows himself for a part of that tiny minority to whom the criticism
does not apply. He feels no insult, indeed he knows his own literacy and
nothing can attack that, so he laughs, well knowing the illiteracy of the
masses surrounding him. It's water off a duck's back and he lets it go by
with an agreeable chuckle.
But these who come in strident poses with shrieking denials casting their
aspersions, even sinking to such nutty levels as this . . .
"Davida Chazan - The Chocolate Lady" <drch...@excite.com> wrote in message
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>
> Huh? I truly doubt that Wal-Mart even stocks GGM books.
>
> I've almost never seen his books discounted anywhere, for that matter.
I mean? Like I'm going to come in here and *lie* about finding that book
discounted for $4.88, in hardbound no less, at Wal-Mart? For what? Oh,
right. Because I thought it would be a good trick to send y'all out on a
wild goose-chase? Not. I knew before I posted it, that only the tiny
minority among you would even care enough to get out, on down there and see
for yourself, take advantage of such an unheard of opportunity, for a First
English Edition, no less? For five bucks? Get out!
Had I been one amongst you seeing that notice posted here, I'd have been
down there in a flash. But that's *me*, a guy with the real fire in the
belly, that's not the majority of you. For we've seen how that initial
notice just went unnoticed without a single reply in two newsgroups, one of
which was rec.art.books? Go to rec.art.books and see that the most popular
going threads there currently are all about -- can you guess? Yes. Harry
Potter.
So, don't try to fool me, Alan, Joe (Jayass), Hugh and all the rest of you
who have posted these highly insulted, outraged protests of denial. You can
fool yourselves, but you can't fool me. And I'll prove it to you by
demonstrating that there is not one amongst you who have posted these absurd
screeds that can answer the following question from *Love in the Time of
Cholera*:
What did the parrot shout as he dove from the kitchen rafter into the stew?
Alex shrugged. "Beer's good."
Marty smiled. "It's real good."
As the waiter left, Gonsalvo had continued to look the boys over. "Juan
tells me that you are hard workers."
Juan looked at them with a smile. "They are farmers up in California."
Jack raised a brow. "What part of California?"
"Amador County," said Alex.
Jack lowered his brow. "Do you raise chickens and ducks?"
"Oh no!" Marty crossed a leg. "See, we're vegetarians."
"Right," said Alex. "We're totally into, like, the vegetables; you know,
the plants?"
"Ah, the plants." Jack nodded. The waiter moved in and set a beer before
each of the boys.
"Turnips and carrots?" asked Gonsalvo.
"Well . . . " Marty took a second after his first swallow of beer. "Not
exactly the turnips and carrots." He turned to Alex who still had his
bottle tipped up and his larynx bouncing till Marty gave him a nudge."
Alex lowered his beer. "What?"
"I said we don't exactly grow the turnips and carrots."
"No!" Alex set down his beer. "We're strictly into the herbs, man."
Juan looked about from man to man. "What are these herbs?"
"*Yerbas*," said Jack.
"Herbs are . . . "Marty leaned forward a little, "like Parsley, Sage,
Rosemary and Thyme?"
"Ahhhh," said Gonsalvo. "Like the See-mon and the Gar-foonkle!"
"Yeah," said Alex.
"And 'Hey, hey, hey, Mrs. Robinson,'" sang Juan.
"You got it!" Marty clapped his hands, grinning.
Jack looked at them. "It must seem a far cry from all that to the seabird
guano, eh?"
"Well . . ." said Alex, "Yeah, but we don't mind. We are down here on a
Vision Quest."
Marty popped the bottle from his lips. "Right. We are here to save the rain
forest from all those people down there trying to wreck it, like those
lumberjacks and gold miners and . . . "
"The oil companies," said Alex.
The three men sitting opposite shared some glances till Jack turned to them.
"So, you have come down here to save us from . . . ourselves, so to speak?"
"That's right," said Alex. "The rape of Mother Earth must be put to a stop.
I mean . . ."
"Yes?" Jack turned a bit more toward him.
"Well, we understand how you people down here in your under-developed
countries sort of feel like you have a right to progress and make a living
in the world like the rest of us, but . . . "
Gonsalvo laughed a little. "It's good that you can see it from our point of
view like that."
"Sure we do," said Alex. "But the thing is that you've got the trees down
here that make it possible for the whole world to breathe and so . . . "
"So," said Gonsalvo, "it's just as well that we should live here in our
accustomed poverty with our never-ending wars of revolution and the drug
lords ruling our lives so that you Gringos can breathe?"
Marty shrugged. "Well, breathe, yes. I guess. Something like that."
"It's a hard deal, we know that," said Alex, "but the fact is that we really
have come down here to pound some nails in those rain forest trees to break
the chains of the lumberjacks and well, you know . . . "
Jack nodded. "Save the world's air supply."
"You got it," said Alex. He looked up suddenly to a sound of laughter,
women's voices, as the sound was soon met by the sight of two dark-haired
beauties, one of blue eyes and the other of brown.
Jack turned around as the hands of both girls came to his shoulders. He
returned his gaze to the boys, gesturing toward them. "These young men, uh,
what were the names again?"
Alex sat up. "Alex." He clapped a hand to Marty's shoulder. "And this is
Marty."
"These are my daughters." Jack looked up to the blue-eyed one to his right,
"Mercedes . . . " he turned to the other, "and Elena."
"Charmed I'm sure," said Alex.
"Likewise," said Marty.
Jack rose from his chair. "Why don't you girls sit down here and entertain
these young fellows while Juan, Gonsalvo and I attend to some business?"
Smiling, Mercedes availed herself of the empty chair. "Sure," she said.
Elena took the chair vacated by Gonsalvo. "You guys down here from the
States?"
"Well," said Marty, "just one of 'em."
"California," said Alex.
Ultraviolet
>What did the parrot shout as he dove from the kitchen rafter into the stew?
Aack, Jervis and Palmer are coming for dinner!
-Ultra V.
fundoc
"John P David" <dadd...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> what does that tell you?
>
> Easy. It tells you that the truly literate person, that individual seeing
a
> criticism lodged against an entire group will simply not take umbrage by
it
> as he knows himself for a part of that tiny minority to whom the criticism
> does not apply. He feels no insult, indeed he knows his own literacy and
> nothing can attack that, so he laughs, well knowing the illiteracy of the
> masses surrounding him. It's water off a duck's back and he lets it go by
> with an agreeable chuckle.
I forget: what is it that you're reading on the toilet again?
Jayess
in message news:9uohqk$no2$1...@newsreader.mailgate.org...
[...]
>Go to rec.art.books and see that the most popular
>going threads there currently are all about -- can
>you guess? Yes. Harry Potter.
Damn, I guessed Bob Cratchit.
If only the dear old farts in rec.arts.books, and Paschal, under-
stood you better, Jerv. Little do they know that two years ago,
when you discovered the www, you were a successful dealer in
second-hand records and associated paraphernalia. Your instant
transition from semiliterate shopkeeper to literatus supreme
was one of the most important moments of your life, almost as
important as the realisation that at last you could proclaim your
circumstantial Jewish heritage to the world and finally put to
rest the rumours of your Norwegian ancestry, on your mother's
side. In the months since your holy transformation, you have
become almost completely literate, able to spell, punctuate,
and capitalize like a normal person, and thus endlessly expose
your great works to the scrutiny of thousands of anonymous
subscribers to several newsgroups. It is significant that you have
been taken up by one of the world's most important obscure
websites, the Poem Garden, and there all may witness the poem
you wrote, and marvel. Your regular discovery of significant used
books should not be overlooked, either, and it is to the credit of
Cliff's that you are able to pronounce, at considerable length, on
many of the books most of us have long neglected, letting them
gather dust on our bookshelves, shamefully ignoring the great
significance of their metaphoric allusions, and yes, life-changing
parrots. How many of us suffered unending guilt when the Jerv
accused an entire reading public of neglecting the Glass Family?
John P David
> "John P David" <dadd...@yahoo.com> wrote
> in message news:9uohqk$no2$1...@newsreader.mailgate.org...
>
> [...]
>
"What did the parrot say as he dove from the rafter into the stew?"
Your answer?
Not there.
And now, no further attention will be paid to your mythologizing and
caricaturizing of me, and dead in the stew are your claims to a long-time
literacy in the matter of Gabriel Garcia Marquez--as if fine literature were
a matter of yesterday's fashions? Typical of your sort. You are exposed as
the literary poseur which you are, whose attention goes no further than to
the book review section of the Sunday Times. You're out. You are floating
in the stew of your own devise. You have painted your last self-portrait of
"me" by gazing into your mirror, Tootsie.
Now for the first time in your vain life, have a real look at the real me
smiling here. ;-)
John P David
"Ultraviolet" <nos...@newsranger.com> wrote in message
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You're out with the rest of these illiterates, Poopsie.
Next?
Jayess
> The question was . . .
>
> "What did the parrot say as he dove from the rafter into the stew?"
>
> Your answer?
Geronimooooo!!!!
John P David
When you have all given up and have bowed gracefully in pretty humility to
my so obvious superiority in this and in all matters literal and spiritual,
I will even bestow upon you a quote directly from the text, so that after
all this time of your pretending to know a thing, you may at last be treated
to find it directly in its finest essence right before your very eyes, the
real reason for that Nobel Prize, giving this man, the exquisite Gabriel
Garcia Marquez, his place in the Pantheon of Literary Immortality, as you
see that indeed, it was not all for nothing!
PJ
: >
: The question was . . .
:
: "What did the parrot say as he dove from the rafter into the
: stew?"
:
: Your answer?
Cage: $25
Parrot food: $10
Having wings instead of a dick: Priceless
Ciao,
PJ
Jayess
>And now, no further attention will be paid to your mythologizing and
>caricaturizing of me ...
> When you have all given up and have bowed gracefully in pretty humility to
> my so obvious superiority in this and in all matters literal and
spiritual,
> I will even bestow upon you a quote directly from the text, so that after
> all this time of your pretending to know a thing, you may at last be
treated
> to find it directly in its finest essence right before your very eyes, the
> real reason for that Nobel Prize, giving this man, the exquisite Gabriel
> Garcia Marquez, his place in the Pantheon of Literary Immortality, as you
> see that indeed, it was not all for nothing!
Who is this cunt, anyway? And what kind of a fucking name
is Gabriel for a man? Foreign, obviously. The worst thing about
parrots is they completely spatter their cages with birdshit in
their sleep. My own parrot, The General, is given to distilling his
bitterness drop by drop, and frankly, he has little to say about
anything. Once he said, appropos of nothing, 'Who's a pretty boy,
then?' Gave my wife quite a turn, I have to say. She said it was
getting on her nerves, 'Fucking parrot,' she said. I knew what she
meant. 'Shut the fuck up, The General,' I say to him, to no avail.
It is the way with parrots. He and I shall grow old together, such
is fate, and we shall wax lyrical about the approach of our dotage.
I have promised to take him back to the lush forest of his birth in
Epping where he was raised by gypsies, he tells me. I found him
one day under a gooseberry bush in Walton on the Naze where
I had gone to interview a strange doctor, Dr Juvenal de Lindquist,
a Norwegian rocket scientist studying the tragectory of returning
lifeboats in low pressure seas. His paper on the atmospheric glow
of Jupiter's ninth satellite is definitive. I had secured the interview
only because we were both fanciers of Psittaciforme, yet somehow
we both kept African Greys which are not brightly coloured. They
do not make friends easily in the wild, despite flocking together, and
understandably feel their loneliness deeply. Yes, I well remember
the poignant moment at breakfast one morning as I chuckled over
a letter from the good doctor only to hear my friend whispering, 'No
one writes to The fucking General either.' I could almost hear the
chorus of despair in those distant tropical realms, see the spattered
birdshit on blue banana trees, and yes, smell those rutting mangos.
I gave him a corner of French toast spread with Keiller's Marmalade.
It was the least I could do.
Leonardo Dasso
> I forgot to mention--that $4.88 is the *hardbound* price for *News of a
> Kidnapping*.
If you find it in Spanish and leather bound for $3.99 give us a shout.
regards
leo
Looney
>
>Looney interrupted our regularly scheduled program to report on 06 Dec 2001
>06:21:02 GMT in <20011206012102...@mb-fm.news.cs.com> that:
>>
>>No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
>>remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
>>
>
>Huh? I truly doubt that Wal-Mart even stocks GGM books.
Well, to hear Jerv tell it, they do now... Of course, the way he crowed about
it one would think he was the first person to ever read GGM...
Looney
>
>"Jayess" <arj...@theozone.fsnet.co.uk> wrote in message
>news:9uon2m$o9o$1...@news5.svr.pol.co.uk...
>> "John P David" <dadd...@yahoo.com> wrote
>> in message news:9uohqk$no2$1...@newsreader.mailgate.org...
>>
>> [...]
>>
>The question was . . .
>
>"What did the parrot say as he dove from the rafter into the stew?"
>
>Your answer?
>
>
>Not there.
>
>And now, no further attention will be paid to your mythologizing and
>caricaturizing of me, and dead in the stew are your claims to a long-time
>literacy in the matter of Gabriel Garcia Marquez--as if fine literature were
>a matter of yesterday's fashions?
So, GGM didn't exist until you found him at Wal Mart? Whatta dumbshit...
>Typical of your sort. You are exposed as
>the literary poseur which you are, whose attention goes no further than to
>the book review section of the Sunday Times.
So, it's preferable to hang out at Wal-Mart and wait to see what the cheap-ass
bookbuyers are snapping up out of the remainder pile?
You're sounding positively WhiteTrash here...
Golly Gosh
> If you hurry up and get down to Wal-Mart fast as your little legs can carry
> you, you might yet be in time to snap up your copy of "News of a Kidnapping"
> for a mere $4.88. It's on sale in the book department. No, obviously it's
> not on sale in the Ladies Lingerie. It's in the book department on display
> with the rest of the sale priced literary bras and panties.
>
> For those not familiar with this Nobel Prize winning author, well, all I can
> say is that there is simply nothing in the world like him, not when it comes
> to a sense of humor sent strictly from some heavenly madhouse on Olympus,
> and not when it comes to an intuition of heart for the Romantic.
>
> This book is unusual for Marquez in that it is his account of a true event,
> the kidnapping of ten journalists by Pablo Escobar a few years ago. But, the
> story is told just as though it were the stuff of one of his fabulously
> illustrated Romantic novels.
>
> For the price of a spark plug you thus buy a literary Cadillac.
>
> Let me know if you get a copy, and then I'll be very happy for you.
You have never read it and you will never read it.
Marquez is *so* not a Romantic. You are clueless and you think you can
get away with it, as usual, but not everyone here is paddling in the
same pool as Nancy.
G.Gosh
Golly Gosh
> 06:21:02 GMT in <20011206012102...@mb-fm.news.cs.com> that:
> >
> >No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
> >remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
> >
>
> Huh? I truly doubt that Wal-Mart even stocks GGM books.
>
> I've almost never seen his books discounted anywhere, for that matter.
>
> (But I found "Love in the Time of Cholera" a bit difficult going.)
A.
G.Gosh
Jenandew
"Golly Gosh" wrote...
:
: You have never read it and you will never read it.
:
: Marquez is *so* not a Romantic. You are clueless and you think you can
: get away with it, as usual, but not everyone here is paddling in the
: same pool as Nancy.
:
:
: G.Gosh
I am SO glad you said that! I just don't bother with JPD. But if he
considers Marquez romantic, I wonder what kind of a deviant he is.
Annie
:
John P David
"Jenandew" <jena...@poncacity.net> wrote in message
news:ci5Q7.159480$uB.20...@bin3.nnrp.aus1.giganews.com...
My! Whatever could account for such strident hostility? Well, I know, but
do they?
In any case it is a matter of the blind leading the blind. Clearly they
don't bother with Marquez, either, since it is the same lack of taste and
discernment.
Heh-heh-heh. Now just because the scholars have invented the term "Magical
Realism" to refer to Marquez' genre of fiction, this detracts nothing from
the Romantic Idealism that inspires the man's heart as he writes. No one
with the least sensibility could read *Love in the Time of Cholera* or
neither could they see Marquez' screenplay for the film of his Eréndira and
not know the Romantic heart of this man. People's minds are so often held
prisoner by labels, aren't they?
Prisoners of labels who would deny the obvious can only be pitied for those
who are doing life standing on their heads in utter ignorance of it.
The question remains: What did the parrot say as he dove from the rafter
into the stew?
As yet, not one answer has come in.
Not one.
What a gaggle of poseurs and illiterates.
<Puts a hand to his mouth to stifle an utterly diabolical "tee-hee">
rktectcdm
> "Jayess" <arj...@theozone.fsnet.co.uk> wrote in message
> news:9uncad$6jb$1...@news6.svr.pol.co.uk...
> > "Looney" <wilyk...@cs.comkillspam> wrote
> > in message news:20011206012102...@mb-fm.news.cs.com...
> >
> > > No, it's just that most of us who read GGM don't wait for him to hit the
> > > remainder pile at fucking Wal-Mart...
> >
> > Tsk, how you people misunderstand the Jerv.
>
> I'm sure you won't mind if I just let you and the Looney splash and play
> together in your little puddle, doing your favorite game of making your
> little mythological mud pies.
>
> Have fun! But don't forget to wash up before you come to dinner. We
> grownups take a dim view of dirty little hands like those at the table.
Isn't what "Jayess" wrote a small degree of what is referred to as
"buzz"? If so, it's ALL good in the
so-long-as-they-spell-your-name-right sense.
I loved Jerv's ironic, sacreligious, and cutting "GGM on the shelves
at Wal-Mart" reference. It made me smirk. I suspect that Jerv, seeing
my smirk, woulda smirked back.
Bunch of jokers, all of you.
Since we're talking Peruvian writers, anyone read Alfredo Bryce
Echenique? Many Peruvians consider him as good a writer as Garcia
Marquez, or better.
Lorrill Buyens
<arj...@theozone.fsnet.co.uk> ordered a misc.writing pizza with extra
cheese, but got this instead:
The length is about right, but it's much too funny to be a credible
Jervis imitation. I give it a C-.
--
Lorrill Buyens
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>
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Golly Gosh
> "Jenandew" <jena...@poncacity.net> wrote in message
> news:ci5Q7.159480$uB.20...@bin3.nnrp.aus1.giganews.com...
> >
> > "Golly Gosh" wrote...
> > :
> > : You have never read it and you will never read it.
> > :
> > : Marquez is *so* not a Romantic. You are clueless and you think you can
> > : get away with it, as usual, but not everyone here is paddling in the
> > : same pool as Nancy.
> > :
> > :
> > : G.Gosh
> >
> > I am SO glad you said that! I just don't bother with JPD. But if he
> > considers Marquez romantic, I wonder what kind of a deviant he is.
> >
> > Annie
>
> My! Whatever could account for such strident hostility? Well, I know, but
> do they?
You barely know your own name, you gibbering fool.
>
> In any case it is a matter of the blind leading the blind. Clearly they
> don't bother with Marquez, either, since it is the same lack of taste and
> discernment.
I don't bother blathering about Marquez; I stick to reading and
enjoying his work.
>
> Heh-heh-heh. Now just because the scholars have invented the term "Magical
> Realism" to refer to Marquez' genre of fiction, this detracts nothing from
> the Romantic Idealism that inspires the man's heart as he writes.
LOL. That you think "magical realism" was invented to describe Marquez
shows the depth of your reading. That you think he is a Romantic -
why? because a couple of his works could be called romances at a
stretch? - shows that you have no idea what a Romantic is. No surprise
there, of course.
> No one
> with the least sensibility could read *Love in the Time of Cholera* or
> neither could they see Marquez' screenplay for the film of his Eréndira and
> not know the Romantic heart of this man. People's minds are so often held
> prisoner by labels, aren't they?
You just have to do better than say "no one who has read...". Explain
why you think that. Otherwise it's just the usual bluster, isn't it?
> Prisoners of labels who would deny the obvious can only be pitied for those
> who are doing life standing on their heads in utter ignorance of it.
>
> The question remains: What did the parrot say as he dove from the rafter
> into the stew?
>
> As yet, not one answer has come in.
Book fell open at page 64, did it?
G.Gosh
John P David
"Golly Gosh" <gol...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:5e7da04d.01121...@posting.google.com...
> > My! Whatever could account for such strident hostility? Well, I know,
but
> > do they?
>
> You barely know your own name, you gibbering fool.
Pleasant fellow to wake up to on a Monday morning!
>
> I don't bother blathering about Marquez; I stick to reading and
> enjoying his work.
Yip, yip, yip. Bark, snarl, yap. Marvelous the degree of humility expressed
by that. It's better to read and just keep one's mouth shut about it.
Modesty at all costs is the by-word. Never talk about what you read. Don't
do it. That is a lot of immodest "blathering".
Oh yes.
> >
> > Heh-heh-heh. Now just because the scholars have invented the term
"Magical
> > Realism" to refer to Marquez' genre of fiction, this detracts nothing
from
> > the Romantic Idealism that inspires the man's heart as he writes.
>
> LOL. That you think "magical realism" was invented to describe Marquez
> shows the depth of your reading.
That you should think you can get away with putting spin like that on what I
said, shows the depth of your consciousness, let alone your conscience. I
said "Marquez' genre of fiction". See the word "genre"? See how that does
not particularize the reference to one author?
You are lying now. See? When you lie, you create strawmen and drag
red-herrings and that wastes my time, Putzo. I don't waste my time replying
to liars. Keep that in mind, should you decide to reply again. Tell the
truth or don't talk to me. I won't waste my time denying your lies. Got
that?
Suck on that idea a long time, because it's a good hard throbbing idea for
you to really get your lying tongue around.
>That you think he is a Romantic -
> why? because a couple of his works could be called romances at a
> stretch? - shows that you have no idea what a Romantic is. No surprise
> there, of course.
Another thing I don't do is waste my time explaining the obvious. He is
obviously a Romantic--not a writer of "romances"--an idealist, a self
described "optimist" and a liberal, a humanist of the Romantic school; for
all the reasons that William Blake was a Romantic poet, Gabriel Garcia
Marquez is a painter in the school of Romantic Realism, a Goya inspired by
Latin jungle magic, a veritable Delacroix of literature to anyone who has
entirely read him. Read him and find out for yourself, instead of coming
around here clawing at my zipper for a mouthful of my explanations, Sweetie.
;-)
>
> You just have to do better than say "no one who has read...". Explain
> why you think that. Otherwise it's just the usual bluster, isn't it?
It's needs no explanation in the mind of anyone he was truly read him.
Others need to find out. Read him and stop blathering on as though you
have, claiming *modesty* for an excuse. Find your literature in more than
just some review from the Sunday Times.
> > The question remains: What did the parrot say as he dove from the
rafter
> > into the stew?
> >
> > As yet, not one answer has come in.
>
> Book fell open at page 64, did it?
I've no idea what may be on page 64 of your filthy little paperback. Come up
to my hardbound edition, Sweetie-cakes, or shut your flimsy flap.
You have failed to answer the question and your illiteracy is apparent by
that fact. No one who has ever thoroughly read Marquez could fail to
remember that magically hilarious line. No one.
Now, return to your place, Sirrah. I am now zipping back up. Your time is
done. Wipe that foam from your mouth and go away.
Jenandew
"Golly Gosh" pounced yet again ...
You go Golly. 8^)
:
John P David
> You go Golly. 8^)
Oh, but you *both* do! Keep it up, because--oh yeah! It feels so good, so
fine, sooooo nice; as I think there may be plenty of room down there if
you'll both deign to stay on your knees like that, clawing for an advantage.
But hey! There's plenty here for you both. And plenty more where that came
from.
Now stop talking with your mouths full and just get after it!
Jenandew
Dear "John" wrote...
:
: "Jenandew" <jena...@poncacity.net> wrote in message
: news:2W8R7.208912$uB.23...@bin3.nnrp.aus1.giganews.com...
:
: > You go Golly. 8^)
:
: Oh, but you *both* do! Keep it up, because--oh yeah! It feels so good,
so
: fine, sooooo nice; as I think there may be plenty of room down there if
: you'll both deign to stay on your knees like that, clawing for an
advantage.
: But hey! There's plenty here for you both. And plenty more where that
came
: from.
:
: Now stop talking with your mouths full and just get after it!
You are merely a study in human behavior to me. Perhaps, if you could read
Marquez and discuss his work intelligently . . .
Annie
John P David
"Jenandew" <jena...@poncacity.net> wrote in message
> You are merely a study in human behavior to me. Perhaps, if you could
read
> Marquez and discuss his work intelligently . . .
By this comment I am reminded of Fermina Daza's monkey, one of the many
animals in her menagerie, that "had the sorrowful face of Archbishop Obdulio
y Rey, the same candid eyes, the same eloquent hands; that, however, was not
the reason Fermina got rid of him, but because he had the bad habit of
pleasuring himself in honor of the ladies."
Let us talk again after you've done something about your er . . . habits.
Eh, Sister?
>
> Annie
Jenandew
"John P David" wrote...
:
: "Jenandew" <jena...@poncacity.net> wrote in message
:
: > You are merely a study in human behavior to me. Perhaps, if you could
: read
: > Marquez and discuss his work intelligently . . .
:
: By this comment I am reminded of Fermina Daza's monkey, one of the many
: animals in her menagerie, that "had the sorrowful face of Archbishop
Obdulio
: y Rey, the same candid eyes, the same eloquent hands; that, however, was
not
: the reason Fermina got rid of him, but because he had the bad habit of
: pleasuring himself in honor of the ladies."
:
: Let us talk again after you've done something about your er . . . habits.
: Eh, Sister?
How apropos! That you should supply me with the exact quote that I should
have used. Indeed, that you should provide the entire post, every word so
well suited to my purpose and so poorly suited to your own.
Annie
Looney
>"Jenandew" <jena...@poncacity.net> wrote in message
>
>> You are merely a study in human behavior to me. Perhaps, if you could
>read
>> Marquez and discuss his work intelligently . . .
>
>By this comment I am reminded of Fermina Daza's monkey, one of the many
>animals in her menagerie, that "had the sorrowful face of Archbishop Obdulio
>y Rey, the same candid eyes, the same eloquent hands; that, however, was not
>the reason Fermina got rid of him, but because he had the bad habit of
>pleasuring himself in honor of the ladies."
>
>Let us talk again after you've done something about your er . . . habits.
>Eh, Sister?
Translation: I am wholly unable to do as you ask. I have neither the
intellectual capacity nor the attention span to discuss anything more complex
than the excretions of primates.
HTH
Anthony "Looney" Toohey
-------------------------------------
Life isn't a support system for art. It's the
other way around... Stephen King
Looney
>I've no idea what may be on page 64 of your filthy little paperback. Come up
>to my hardbound edition, Sweetie-cakes, or shut your flimsy flap.
You mean the one you got from the remainder pile for $4.98 from Wal-Mart...?
Oooooh, ain't that impressive. It's not the cover of the book, dink, it's the
stuff inside...
Ohhh yes, you're the great pretender...