Today I had to pick up some medications from the pharmacy and used the opportunity to browse a few stores downtown. I was looking specifically for a music box, a device that contains a tiny metal drum with little spikes that prick different sized prongs and plays a little tune when you turn a crank. The store I saw them in before while I was drunkenly wandering about, Toy Harbor, was out of them. Another store had three of them but they played Christmas tunes like “Deck the Halls” and I’m not into that, especially not this time of year.
I went into Brilliant Books and almost bought The Bell Tolls For No One by Charles Bukowski, but ultimately decided against it. I want to read that book someday and since I can’t drink right now I thought it’d be better to save it for a day that I can sit down and have a beer while I read it since Bukowski is such a famous alcoholic.
It’s funny that the name of his most well known book is an obvious play on For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway who himself was an alcoholic. I’ve read a few of Hemingway’s books including For Whom The Bell Tolls and I really think his novels are over-rated. He must’ve been shit-faced when he wrote them. It doesn’t surprise me that he killed himself in Idaho. His books are silly and the characters are so shallow and short-spoken that it’s almost impossible for me to distinguish them. If I had to pick my favorite Hemingway it’d have to be A Farewell To Arms just because of the jarring ending. I’m not going to spoil it for anyone who’s never read it but I’ll say it surprised me in a similar way to the death of the woman in The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I guess they would share a lot of similarities both being written by American authors in the early twentieth century. The Great Gatsby is another over-rated book in my opinion. Again, it seems like the author is trying (too hard) to make these colorful characters but god are they shallow. It’s not like I’m spoiled with the vast variety and advancements of modern literature because some of my favorite American classics, like Moby Dick or Huckleberry Finn,were written in the nineteenth century.
I did end up buying a couple of things today after all. I bought the albums Optimal.LP by Shuttle358 and untitled by Loscil. I’m getting closer to owning every album Scott Morgan’s Loscil project has released. Once I’ve got them all I’ll move on to some other ambient artist, maybe Shuttle358.