So today it finally happened. I had to get glasses.
What I’m currently re-reading is Les Chants De Maldoror and kind of laughing myself silly through the nihilistic pomp. This family is all so pleased with themselves because they’re all so wholesome and holy and perfect, and all Maldoror does is walk by their house. Doesn’t even knock, or look in the window – nothing. Just passes by, and that’s enough to get them so worked up that what if their little bubble of smug doesn’t last forever that they all end up killing each other.
Maldoror is something beyond a mere human. I’m not sure what that is, but it’s comedy gold. And he’s got a stable of sandpaper strong sharks, which has gotta be at least a notch up from David Cameron’s cold dead pig.
Les Chants de Maldoror by Jacques Houplain (1947)
P.S. THOUGH : Even when I’m finding it funny, don’t get me wrong, it’s still lovely to get lost in the verses. Writing like that is like swimming, which seems fitting since he focuses on the ocean so much.