happy...
to jady,
you know,
maybe u remember today as something special
happy....
a hint
Jady:
special date? 27th february? i can only think of the following: day before my birthday (turning twenty, not happy), birthday of justina (my og mate who commited suicide, not happy), birthday of angela tan our exclassmate (neutral)...
oh my, what is it?
Added (21 Aug 05)
to Jady,
my 27th is your 28th, remember the time lag? So it was ur birthday hahaha.
I squandered a whole night last night reading Dan Brown’s Deception Point, his second novel, also the thickest one among all four. I have about two fifths to go and already feeling distasteful. Probably it’s an unwise thing to do to read a writer’s work in anti-chronological order, especially for someone in the thriller/suspense business. Brown was either being too ambitious here molding science, politics, government conspiracy and murder mystery into a perfect story, or he didn’t yet know how to cut down words. In any case, my main problem with this particular book isn’t the page count or narrative skill; it’s the attitude, call it American pride, arrogance, unilateralism, or downright militarilism and imperialism.
Brown loves stuff that’s largely unknown to the mass—NSA, CERN, Vatican, Priory of Sion, Opus Dei, da Vinci’s manuscripts, cryptography etc, and Deception Point, which is no exception, deals with NASA and dirty politics in and around the White House. Well, very exciting. Having read the other three books I couldn’t help subconsciously expect Brown to be gripping full attention all the time and dripping fascinating knowledge and insights all over the place, and above all, erudite and citizen-of-the-worldish. This last criterion he fails to meet. He writes about Special Cops on presidential order killing civilian scientists, American or foreign; about the supreme importance of American national security and ‘precious American lives’ lost to terrorist bombing, about their competition with the treacherous foes China and Russia, about, gloatingly, the superior weapons the US has developed and kept the world in the dark about, and the prospective privatization of space by various mammoth American corporations etc. Granted, he writes about the aforementioned as part of the narrative and characterization, and yes, those may not represent his personal opinion at all, but I beg to differ. I do think a sharp reader is able to tell the author’s opinions and intentions through the way he writes. Although I hope very much that the remaining 2/5 of the book will convince me otherwise, I feel that in the book Brown brims with a type of American pride that I detest, to put it mildly. To put down horrific ideas without qualifying them in any way whatsoever is in a way endorsing them. He writes about privatization of space as if the whole of the universe belongs to Americans and Americans alone; he writes about American lives lost as if other lives mean dusts at best and evil and threat at worst. And the high-tech killings, he describes it with such vivacity and enthusiasm you’d almost think he savors writing down the morbid experience with great deal of delight. Maybe I am being reactionary, overcritical. I hope I am, but I dislike this novel. decidedly.
