It is comparatively easy to dismiss Richard Yates. His novels are dated, and not particularly in a charming way, with only Richard Price's introduction standing out as a heart felt affectation. Yet every white nuclear family seems to undergo some form of sublet breakdown that destroy Frank and Alice. The Everyman edition I purchased is bound as well as an LOA edition, yet I am not sure what to do with it. I would not get much attempting to resell it used, wearing brave faces. Every holiday seems marked by increments of tragedy in my family, and tonight, rest assured, I just don't have the stones, this either for revelation or gloating of the sort that led to Christopher Dorner's unique signature of death by manhunt. This site is Pinerest managed shit, and what I am reduced to dealing with at my age. I no longer know the use, I truly do not.
You cannot see the extent of my corrosive malevolence, the sort that led to ISP tracking when I lashed out at Josie Byzek and the dyke free radicals didn't like it-- but it is a malevolence made all that much stronger. Lack of control, increased marginalization, these will do it, and I have written about payback, in the old fashioned Victorian sense of comeuppance fracturing hubris; it does not change the psychology of middle child sisters who believe everyone else should keep them afloat, does not change her children carry the triggers into the next generation on the sins of the father. The projective powers of Magneto and Xavier in the X-Men franchise are entertaining; take them seriously and discover that delusional states lead to injury, and yet, beneath the surface, the process of thought has to derive from some sort of reflective neuron activity. Can emotional pain run so deep that it can have a collective ripple effect? I saw a summary of one study suggesting as much.
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