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We're supposed to write a one-page essay on a modern child's hero for Culture and Technology, as inspired by Thomas De Zengotita's Mediated. Except I really hate the book, as every time I read it I feel like the author is trying to force-feed me bullshit, complete with spoon and nose-pinching. (I, in turn, spit it back in his face. Gimme back my strained carrots!) So instead, have an essay on why Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens is -not- actually my hero, and was never really my hero in the first place!
When I was a kid, I found out I had a number of things in common with Samuel Clemens - that is, with Mark Twain. I found out that, not only did we share a birthday, but astrological phenomena: we were both born in the "year of the comet," and I was, at the time, beginning to foster the notion of becoming a writer myself. After all, I loved reading, and what could be better than to give others the same joy I found by giving them books themselves?
Of course, later in life I got a chance to read some more of Twain/Clemens' work. (I say this not meaning it entirely literally. I've never technically read anything of his myself, but my family has always listened to books on tape over long car trips - and even shorter ones. So, long ago, when we went to visit "Mark Twain's Cave," we listened to The Adventures of Tom Sawyer on the way. I barely remember any of it, and probably understood even less.) Since Dad was unable to dig up any of Mr. Twain/Clemens' fiction on tape for a recent car trip, he picked up some non-fiction instead: something about being the pilot of a riverboat on the Big Muddy back when it Meant Something. Thing was, the more I listened to, the more I hated the author's self-acknowledged self-aggrandizing and self-absorbed writing style.
I'd actually begun to question America's hero-worship of the man some time before, but this sold me: no matter how much we might have "shared" (surprisingly little, now that I look back on it), I did not like Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain, and was of the opinion that his books could go hang.
The real irony here, of course, would be if it were he who first spurned me into writing, leading to my discovery of my own love for it (the control freak in me, perhaps?). Thankfully, this I can instead blame on cartoons [read: fanfiction], proving that, while reality can be stranger than fiction, it can also be more palatable.
...I think that may have come off more sourly than I intended it to. Oh, well! Gotta have fun with classwork sometimes, yanno?
I am totally blaming my mood on hormones when I feel better. I swear.
When I was a kid, I found out I had a number of things in common with Samuel Clemens - that is, with Mark Twain. I found out that, not only did we share a birthday, but astrological phenomena: we were both born in the "year of the comet," and I was, at the time, beginning to foster the notion of becoming a writer myself. After all, I loved reading, and what could be better than to give others the same joy I found by giving them books themselves?
Of course, later in life I got a chance to read some more of Twain/Clemens' work. (I say this not meaning it entirely literally. I've never technically read anything of his myself, but my family has always listened to books on tape over long car trips - and even shorter ones. So, long ago, when we went to visit "Mark Twain's Cave," we listened to The Adventures of Tom Sawyer on the way. I barely remember any of it, and probably understood even less.) Since Dad was unable to dig up any of Mr. Twain/Clemens' fiction on tape for a recent car trip, he picked up some non-fiction instead: something about being the pilot of a riverboat on the Big Muddy back when it Meant Something. Thing was, the more I listened to, the more I hated the author's self-acknowledged self-aggrandizing and self-absorbed writing style.
I'd actually begun to question America's hero-worship of the man some time before, but this sold me: no matter how much we might have "shared" (surprisingly little, now that I look back on it), I did not like Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain, and was of the opinion that his books could go hang.
The real irony here, of course, would be if it were he who first spurned me into writing, leading to my discovery of my own love for it (the control freak in me, perhaps?). Thankfully, this I can instead blame on cartoons [read: fanfiction], proving that, while reality can be stranger than fiction, it can also be more palatable.
...I think that may have come off more sourly than I intended it to. Oh, well! Gotta have fun with classwork sometimes, yanno?
I am totally blaming my mood on hormones when I feel better. I swear.
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Date: 2008-02-14 03:32 am (UTC)So yeah...
Personally, I tend to ignore the Mightier-Than-Thou attitudes some authors seem to have. Because you know, sometimes I worry about people seeing me the same way, really.
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Date: 2008-02-14 03:50 am (UTC)...I appear to be feeling snarky tonight.
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Date: 2008-02-14 03:52 am (UTC)Well, to be honest, satire IS all about being pretentious, therego...
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:18 am (UTC)Eh; I don't know that I quite agree with that (see Jon Stewart with The Daily Show), but even if it is true, I still feel like you can pretend to be all that without actually thinking you're all that. Or something.
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Date: 2008-02-14 04:03 am (UTC)And, yes, you have to have fun with papers sometimes.
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:20 am (UTC)I try to do so whenever I can. Sadly, sometimes I forget that I can/should have fun with them. Which just makes remembering more of a joy in the end, I suppose ;)
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Date: 2008-02-14 04:09 am (UTC)It's good to have the courage to buck the crowd~. ♥
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:24 am (UTC)Mmm ^_^ I'm glad I found it somewhere.
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:32 am (UTC)Yup~! (BTW, me disliking Maguire (Wicked) and Terry Pratchett is me doing that, too. |D)
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:41 am (UTC)Viva la resistance? \o *has yet to read Wicked herself, uh* ...I'm actually not all that sure I'd like Wicked, considering I have childhood fondness for the original Oz book(s).
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:57 am (UTC)XD Man, I hated that so much. It was all sex and politics thinly veiled by bad characters. >.> Of course, many, many, many would disagree with me.
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Date: 2008-02-15 08:48 pm (UTC)...I also feel that I should belatedly qualify my like of Pratchett works: I like his more recent stuff better than his earlier stuff. No idea if that's the norm or not, I just know that's what I like.
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Date: 2008-02-15 09:48 pm (UTC)Hmm. I just can't read his stuff. My friend keeps throwing his books at me 'coz she loves his stuff, but I literally cannot get through more than a few pages without unexplainable ire. XD'' He's the only author that does it to me. I chucked a book across the room once, and I never do that.
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Date: 2008-02-16 12:07 am (UTC)XD I know how you feel. I tend to get that with people sometimes; usually authority figures. I just don't like them for some reason I can't put my finger on! Someday I'll figure it out...
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Date: 2008-02-16 12:34 am (UTC)XD'' Y-yeah. Sometimes I feel that way about authority figures, if they take advantage of their authority. WE JUST CAN'T TAKE GUMPTION FROM NO ONE. :DDD