What If Sartre Was A Blogger?
Is The New Yorker getting in on the literary parodies genre? A recent post, “Le Blog de Jean-Paul Sartre,” imagines the French Existentialist as a contemporary blogger. The deadpan entries make fun of both bloggers and Existentialists, with diary-like minutiae alongside somber, emo musings. A sample:
An angry crow mocked me this morning. I couldn’t finish my croissant, and fled the café in despair.
The crow descended on the croissant, squawking fiercely. Perhaps this was its plan. Perhaps there is no plan.
I’ve seen lots of pretty bad comedy based on contemporary, internet references and/or highbrow references, but this is pretty good. And I like thinking about what literary figures from the past would be doing in our present environment. Would Marquis de Sade run a zany, sexually explicit Twitter account? Would Samuel Beckett do a weekly Stickam show with just a camera turned on in a small, dark, empty room? Would Anais Nin be an “overshare” blogger or prolific sexter? Fun to think about.
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While I am glad that women of every age and demographic are discovering a form of pornography that allows them to enjoy their sexuality a bit more, this madness over the “50 Shades” trilogy and it’s insipid upcoming film adaptation…
I just wanna wallow in some sad, sad songs and hide on the couch with the cat. Do you also feel this way? Good, because I’ve made you a mini-playlist just for that purpose!
As much as I appreciate someone telling me to keep my chin up when going through a hard time, I’m fairly certain I’d rather them let me punch dance out my rage in their backyard.
Join me in this mystical voyage through the most pressing reasons why potatoes deserve our love.