Thursday, July 17, 2008
random posts of pretty
From The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon:
The shaping of a golem...was a gesture of hope, offered against hope, in a time of desperation.  It was the expression of a yearning that a few magic words and an artful hand might produce something - one poor, dumb, powerful thing - exempt from the crushing strictures, from the ills, cruelties, and inevitable failures of the greater Creation.  It was the voicing of a vain wish, when you got down to it, to escape.  To slip, like the Escapist, free of the entangling chain of reality and the straitjacket of physical laws.  Harry Houdini had roamed the Palladiums and Hippodromes of the world encumbered by an entire cargo-hold of crates and boxes, stuffed with chains, iron hardware, brightly painted flats and hokum, animated all the while only by this same desire, never fulfilled: truly to escape, if only for one instant; to poke his head through the borders of this world, with its harsh physics, into the mysterious spirit world that lay beyond.  The newspaper articles that Joe had read about the upcoming Senate investigation into comic books always cited "escapism" among the litany of injurious consequences of their reading, and dwelled on the pernicious effect on young minds, of satisfying the desire to escape.  As if there could be any more noble or necessary service in life. 

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