An excerpt from the absolutely wonderful novel High Fidelity. I’ve been in love with the movie for years and am finally reading the book. It’s exactly what I wanted it to be, and tell me that this shit doesn’t have some resonance! It does to me at least, far, far more than I’m sure I’m comfortable with, but if the shoe fits, the truth hurts…you get the idea.
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“It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable relationship. “