Citate – High Fidelity
Last night I reorganized my record collection; I often to this at periods of emotional stress. [...] When Laura was here I had the record arranged alphabetically; before that I had them filled chronological order, beginning with Robert Johnson, and ending with, I don't know, Wham!, or somebody African, or whatever else I was listening to when Laura and I met. Tonight, though, I fancy something different, so I try to remember to order I bought them.
All my life I have wanted to go to be with - no, have a relationship with - a musician. I'd want her to write songs at home, and ask me what I thought of them, and maybe include one of our private jokes in the lyrics, and thank me in the sleeve notes, maybe even include a picture of me on the inside cover, in the background somewhere.
You know the worst thing about being rejected? The lack of control. If I could only control the when and how of being dumped by somebody, then it wouldn't seem as bad. But then, of course, it wouldn't be a rejection, would it? It would be by mutual consent.
Look at all the things that can go wrong for men. There's the nothing-happening-at-all problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem, the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem; there's the size-doesn't-matter-except-in-my-case problem, the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problem... and what do women have to worry about? A handful of cellulite? Join the club. A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? Ditto.
Hold on. I want to try to explain this properly. OK. I thought that we were bound by one simple little cord, our relationship, and if I cut it, then that would be that. So I cut it, but that wasn't that. There wasn't just one cord, there were hundreds, thousands, everywhere I turned - Jo going quiet when I said we'd split up, and me feeling funny on your birthday, and me feeling funny... not during sex with Ray, but afterwards, and I felt sick when I played a tape you'd made me that was in the car, and I kept wondering how you were and... oh, millions of things. And then you were more upset than I thought you'd be, and that made it harder...
Nick Hornby - High Fidelity
Mi-a placut faptul ca nimic nu se intampla "ca la carte". Nu exista personaje sau intamplari iesite din comun; nu viseaza nimeni la lucruri imposibile. Intamplarile si personajele mi s-au parut a fi cat se poate de reale, de parca as fi stat cu o bere in fata ascultand un prieten povestindu-mi ce a mai facut in ultimul timp. Iar dupa ce am citit si A long way down [Turnul sinucigasilor, tradus in romana] pot sa spun ca Nick Hornby e unul dintre cei mai misto scriitori contemporani pe care i-am descoperit in ultimul timp.