Time

Erg... where does the time go? Not so much a lament about my non-bloggieness, just that life always seems to jump and whip my butt - in the time dept.

Though, I do believe we have much more time than we think - we just fritter a lot of it away (guilty as freakin' charged). Things like employment get in the way a lot, and I really think it is high time we got back to having patrons support us artists and writers so that we don't have to waste so much time chasing the buck. Of course as a guy who makes a living drawing pictures, what the hell do I have to complain about?

I digress.

This post is about my recent read The God of Small Things by Arundat-i-will-never-remember-how-to-spell-your-first-name Roy. I have enjoyed the writing, I mean she did win a Booker for the novel, it should have a few decent sentences in it. But what is driving me crazy is all the withholding of information. Something bad happened in the past, or maybe in the future, or hell, maybe even in the present - and I will remind you of that every few pages, lest you lose interest in my characters and... did I tell you something bad happened? Etc.

Erg. And speaking of time. Just tell me what the fuck happened and lets take it from there. I mean, I only have so much time.