Prelude to a Big Break

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10:44 PM (Whatever time zone I’m in.) –

I finished a book.  I hadn’t read a book since last July.  When you consider my love for reading (Assuming you’re aware.  If you aren’t, there you go.) the second sentence of this paragraph seems a little paradoxical.

The writer has proclaimed a voracious appetite for the written word.*  Why has he been metaphorically starving himself?

The answer in scientific vernacular: Blocked Brain.  My cranium has been wary of neatly bound pieces of paper.  In the past ten-and-a-half months I’ve advanced on, and retreated from, 14 different books: Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, self-help books, semi-religious leaflets, anecdotal manifesto’s on the film industry with interesting titles… and a book of essays by my favorite author.  Blocked Brain.  Honestly.

Thank you, then, to Mr. Christopher Buckley, who birthed the second season of my quest for aptitude with his jaw-dropping memoir: .

Okay…  It’s not the most uplifting title.  I get that.  (I’ve also done worse; see, .) Truth be told, I wasn’t looking for an especially uplifting book.  My goal centered around 1. ingesting the message, 2. enlivening my vocabulary, 3. learning a lesson and, 4. maybe even shedding a tear or two.  (There’s a great story I tell about sobbing my way through the last 40 pages of at a local eatery in Belfast.  At least, I think it’s a great story.)

  1. Got what Mr. Buckley was saying.  Any successful memoir let’s the reader fashion pieces of his/her lives into the narrative.  I partook.  It was lovely.
  2. This man is a wordsmith.  In the Broadway Show: A Chorus Line, a flat-chested dancer turns to the decidedly non-flat-chested dancer and says, “I’d settle for just one of yours.”  If Buckley’s verbiage is the perfect pair of breasts, I’d settle, simply, for one of the nipples.
  3. Love your family.  Appreciate them. It’s a lesson I already knew.  That being said, important lessons should be relearned.  Constantly.
  4. Didn’t shed a tear.  Didn’t need to.

Heading to the airport first thing tomorrow.  Back to Toronto as opposed to home to Toronto.

I’ll be buying and finishing another book.

* — That was me talking in the second-and-a-half person because talking in the third-person is insufferable.

Written by Stephen Amell

May 20, 2010 at 9:40 pm

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