Our anti-hero is much happier sitting in a darkened theater, content to while away his time watching the flickering images on the screen. Picture of the 1961 first edition dust jacket for The Moviegoer, National Book Award First Edition Collecting Guide, 2. Really it is very simple; at least for a fellow like me. But there is nothing at all said about the brain or thinking in Genesis I, nothing that suggests that silent contemplation is more fully human than eating a good meal. I was doing an author chat with Ron Rash regarding this dark masterpiece of his and noted something really unusual to him.
The idea is that with each re-reading, the reader brings new experiences, new insights, new emotional depth to the book, thus transforming it. The highest moment of a malaisian's life can be that moment when he manages to sin like a proper human. His abstracted journeys through the streets of New Orleans abruptly come to an end when he's shot by a mugger in early 2004. Binx is a man searching for a role, playing at new roles each day, trying them on for size with new young women, family members, even himself. He is a Paradise golf professional and self-proclaimed nonconformist. With essays by Sara Zarr and Tom Roberge from the Awards 60-year anniversary blog.
Nothing quite like the taste of a rum and tonic iced down good while marinating in the spit-warm cove. We had a pleasant exchange about how much we liked it here in Orange Beach. Walker Percy I love this Percy quote because he so aptly captures the essence of this city below sea level, affectionately known as The Big Easy. His Aunt Emily wanted him to be a successful man but Binx does not know what he wants to do in his life. Still working on a review. Binx could after all be anyone, the greatest glimmer of realisation of all: There is only one thing I can do: listen to people, see how they stick themselves into the world, hand them along a ways in their dark journey and be handed along, and for good and selfish reasons. Kids want to return again and again to the world they find in a particular book, to try it on for size, to imagine themselves there, to take a few laps around their alternative world before returning home.
They are forced to empty themselves and fill themselves up with the fictional life details and personality of their character to such an immersive depth that they themselves have to believe that is who they are to pull it off. I can't remember the exact day that I started this book, but it feels like forever ago. Matrimony is a means of grace for many reasons, but primarily because it depicts the marriage between Christ and the Church. Not in the mood for a little Camus? My own position is that we are born provincial but if blessed in our labors by grace may become regionalists. A fine guy, I thought.
When I tried to reread The Moviegoer a year ago, its flimsy paperback binding fell apart in my hand. While I suspect all of us could — righteously — voice the dangers of peer-pressure, the communities we claim and who claim us can also have a positive influence on our life. His relationship with his son is tenuous. It has a lot going on beneath the surface. And then there's that power of discovery.
Dreher, and Viva the Little Way! In no way do I wish to minimize the wonder of the human mind, whose measureless corridors reflect the incomprehensible God. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives: the time one climbed the Parthenon at sunrise, the summer night one met a lonely girl in Central Park and achieved with her a sweet and natural relationship, as they say in books. She will pay all expenses. One thing they share is their mutual understanding of what Binx describes as: a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. I think he recognizes in this man another soul who is aware of the search and the need to escape the malaise. I realize that many of you will not be acquainted with this prophet of proper book choices. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life.
Nevertheless, he allows, since he controls their thoughts, them to think ideas from an elementary primer on existentialism. Other memorable characters in the novel can be presented wholesale in the form of the two extended families that Binx is part of: the upper class, pretentious, traditional and mock liberal crowd led by Aunt Emily and the white trash, down to earth, religious and mostly selfish clan led by his mother and his six brothers and sisters. Some things about Jack seem awfully familiar. The only difficulty was that though the universe had been disposed of, I myself was left over. I loved this book, I loved these characters, not because they were perfect, but because they were not. There was my Lucas, flopping around about 10 yards away, in his goggles. Is the war over yet? Then there was that nasty little police action in Korea, during which he and his squad got caught in a tangle of barbed wire while being surrounded by Red Chinese troops blowing those bugles.
But reading The Moviegoer annually has given me an excuse to stay in contact with my 20-year-old self. We have air-conditioned theaters and Internet so we suddenly have existentialism and moviegoers? Save this one for a rainy day Monday. A modern Mephistopheles a demon with whom Faust wagers his soul. He is drawn to it always, as some of us are to McDonald burgers. Joy and sadness come by turns, I know now. She is the chief sacramental image in the novel because caring for her flesh, weak though it is, is exactly what Binx needs.
Their simple common love in holy matrimony is grace in a fragmented soul-less world. The movies provide concrete, lasting images which provide a home for Binx, a static touchpoint. I certainly aspired to be every bit as cool and every bit as noncommittal. True, our moral fiber is rotten. He returned home as a wounded war vet and settled into a relatively successful job as a stockbroker in New Orleans. During that week, Aunt Emily will attempt to persuade Binx, about to turn thirty, to consider going to medical school. Hardly anyone calls him by his real name, John.