Open windows/Pete and Dickens
In honor of the 'windows of my mind' being unlatched today , I just opened my real bedroom window and as soon as I did, some bloke, who was probably just noticing movement, had to look directly in as he was taking the rubbish out. I had to then slam the blinds back together in a flurry of haughty indignity, my plunging black house dress swishing about as it accidentally cascaded of my shoulders...
Who needs the internet, when SuperAmanda lives nearby?
But I need my window open as today has been fun and I want no stuffiness.
With the first installment of Pete's novella now up, Who fans everywhere can finally look upon their musical hero they've held so dear and know he is also a great writer, on par with Updike and Irving, Bennett or Sedaris. The Lifehouse concept is now fully illuminated and as clear as day. My friend who is, among many things, a Stanford educated Joyce scholar, found the first installment of The Boy Who Heard Music to be bleak but agreed with me that Pete Townshend is worthy heir to the writing style of Charles Dickens.
Like Sophia Loren being told by Noel Coward that she should have been sculpted with chocolate truffles, a higher compliment could not be paid. Like Dickens there is that savage bitterness towards the hellishness of industry that shackles the poor in Pete's writing. Pete is thinking of the artist though, where do they stand now? Charles Shapiro wrote in an afterword to Hard Times: "...while the schoolroom is to dehumanize its little scholars, the circus,all fancy and loves, gives humanity back. It is in the journey between the two worlds that we have presented the grown-up actuality of an industrial town whose frightening,hard, pragmatic values, almost parody utlilitarianism, are being transmitted-undistilled-to the children."
So now what to do with this knowledge? Remember that is is fiction? Or should I say 'pretend' it's fiction? I just like reading what Pete has to say and feeling like I'm back in England for now. It's one place I can always return to. Saturday's alright for writing.