Thursday, January 05, 2012

I WANT THIS!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE


"These short entries provide insight into the ups and downs of their romantic relationship, revealing the couple's problems with alcoholism and infidelity. The story does not unfold in chronological order; instead, it is arranged alphabetically by dictionary entries which give glimpses into the joys and struggles the characters face over the course of their relationship." Wikipedia as at 5.1.2012

Excerpt courtesy of The Guardian (full article here)

"The definition of "ineffable, adj." reads, "Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough." Indeed, and maybe the most articulate thought in the novel is one rage-filled entry (under "catharsis, n."): "YOU FUCKER, I LOVE YOU." A Valentine's Day gift? What could be better…"

Further excerpts found here. Now I REALLY want this (hyperventilating-inside-head-gut-wrenchingly-want).

Abberant, adj.
“I don’t normally do this kind of thing,” you said.
“Neither do I,” I assured you.

Later it turned out we had both met people online before, and we had both slept with people on first dates before, and we had both found ourselves falling too fast before. But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: “I don’t normally feel this good about what I’m doing.”


Measure the hope of the moment, that feeling.


Everything else will be measured against it.

Abyss, n.
There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you’ve taken form me, everything I’ve given to you, and the waste of all the time I’ve spent on us.

Basis, n.
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it — you’re done.

And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far .It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it’s even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover’s face.

Fraught, adj.
Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover?

If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?

Neophyte n.
There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before — why is it that no one can give me good advice?

Stanchion, n.
I don’t want to be the strong one, but I don’t want to be the weak one, either. Why does it feel like it’s always one or the other? When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.

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