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I was in America for a few weeks visiting family and stuff. As is often the case when I go home I don’t have a lot of time to do much of the junk I would regurgitate in this space, but, of course, there were discoveries.
One thing I’ve become more certain of is my opinion of the movie The Bridge, which I outlined in an earlier post. I came to this understanding as I rode across the Golden Gate Bridge, going home from the airport.
What an utterly exploitive glorified 90 minute Youtube piece of shit that film is.
Enough said.
Having to take time from my plodding through Karamazov I found a couple other books to read while abroad. The first was A Good School, by Richard Yates. It was the second book of his I’ve read this year, the first being Revolutionary Road, which I happily place as one of my favorites of all time.

“School” isn’t as good, but considering that the tale of the prep school seems to be well-tread territory (mostly I’m thinking John Knowles here) Yates still manages to breathe life into it. The theme of homoeroticism (and sexuality in general) in prep schools is an interesting one and is something Knowles never touched to my knowledge. It’s not central to the book, but Yates tackles it. At the beginning of the book one of the boys is pinned down and masturbated as a means of embarrassing him, and throughout the book boys are seen hiding their erections from elders and females.