milasko's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nostalgia for sex So its a wet weekend and I have lots of work to do, so what I get up to? I sat down on Saturday and read a novel. From start to finish and then start again. Young Adam Thirlwell is brilliant, and now lots of people know that becuase his his book politics won a few awards. Now, like Milan Kundera and my beloved Lucy Ellmann's latest, Adam uses sex in the novel as a starting position, (hmm no pun intended) for discussions of philosophy, mainly in this case on a thesis regarding the nature of kindness. He does all this in a Milan-ish sort of a way, who gets a cameo discussion about his dispute with Vaclav Havel about doing noble acts in certain cirucmstances as a type of exhibitionism. Poor old Vashek takes a few hits here, people. But that's not what I wanted to comment on today. Rather Andy Warhol gets a mention too, adn as you may have guess by the title of my diary and my try-hard poor skin that I am rather a fan. Thirlwell does a little raga in the Ravi Shankar sense of the word on Andy's comment that having sex is the result of a nostalgia for sex. And I am afraid that I think AT has misinterpreted AW here. To me Andy means, that you (often) end up having sex, because you desired it a few minutes ago, but once the desrie becomes a reality you are backing wishing you were having sex rather than doing it. Its like the theatre, no matter how good or bad the play is, and no matter that your best friend is the elading role, the best part of the play, is when the lights go down, and you are waing for the curtain to go up. Always. This is always the best part. This is the bit
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