nick kick

am on a hornby kick, having looked up all the reviews that were readily digestible from the library's stunning online database (which makes me feel spoiled and wealthy beyond compare). (I love my alma mater.)

so, now in the midst of about a boy, and why? you may ask, and i grant it's a breezy read, so it's fun, very fun, and absorbing -- all the musical cues, but mainly, i wanted to read a novel that was turned into a hit screenplay, to see what made its movement that way plausible, and whether i'd see it too (in my mind's eye, say, pretending i were a producer on the scout). though hugh grant was cast so well in that part, it's nearly impossible **not** to imagine the character will as *not* the embodiment portrayed in the film. the surprise in the novel was the accuracy of the simple little notations about single parenthood, so aptly portrayed, as to make my life seem a cliche, but the astounding fact that knowing and living a thing are very separate realities (and hornby does brilliantly at delineating the difference, deftly stroking out will's acknowledged drastic 'freedoms' in contrast to adult responsibilities of, well, adult people; and especially will's own light-bulb moments, my favorite of which summarizes will's recognition that the idea of picking up single moms is not such a great one, since single moms never have any free time, thus, they never just go and hang out)... the fact that knowing a thing and living a thing are abyss-mally divided, makes the well of difference. Now a sense of this book comes as a bunch of gestures rapidly dashed out, but nuanced, like a practiced illustrator of the human form.