Monday, January 2, 2012

2012 - Predictions

Will some massive piece of cosmic refuse smash us into stardust on December 21st, 2012? Well, if I'm looking at victorious Romney/Gingrich ticket in November of 2012, I sure as hell hope so.

2012 - this is the year it's all supposed to end. Of course, being a fan of shorwave, I'm a little leary of predictions, given that freak Harold Camping's spectacular End of Times fail in 2011. Boy that was fun to watch. If you're looking for a great read, Tom Perrotta's The Leftovers is an amusing take on The Rapture. In his scenario, the Rapture takes a randomly chosen and relatively small group of people, leaving non-believers of the town of Mapleton befuddled and its hard-core believers enraged. I'm almost done with Leftovers and am still trying to figure out what the Rapture, (which is secularized as 'The Sudden Departure') means in Perrotta's novel. Are the varying reactions of the citizens of Mapleton somehow indicative of our national reactions and obsessions with 9/11, its 10 year anniversary or the conspiratorial hysteria that plagues it?

I've got a lot I'm going to accomplish this year - good small resolutions: drink less / exercise more / floss / blah / blah / blah... But the only resolutions I ever really stick to are my reading lists.

So here's how 2012 shapes up for me:

Fear & Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72 - Hunter S. Thompson - - I really am angry that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. I appreciate that the good doctor lived his life his own way and it was a life that extended further than he ever imagined it would. I appreciate and respect anyone who lives their life entirely by their own terms. But dammit, we need him right now. I know I'm being selfish here, but one need just take a peek at the GOP contenders and the ineffectual Editor of the Harvard Law Review who lives in the White House - and realize that the Fear and Loathing of the 2012 Campaign will eclipse anything that preceded it.

Fear of Dreaming - Jim Carroll - - I read Nick Hornby make this claim, but I'll make it myself as well - I am one of maybe eight people on planet earth who goes to a bookstore and buys poetry.

Anthony Powell - A Question of Upbringing
Marcel Proust - Place Names - The Place

All for now. Happy New Year.