the Don

I’ve been having a wayward, yet enjoyable argument with my brother, of late, concerning the viewpoint of Don Quixote. I have read (most) of the book, while he looked up someone’s opinion on Wikipedia and regurgitated it as some kind of informed discussion. You obviously know where I put my jelly beans. Yes. In my own opinion.

That being said, he believes the Don is all about running away from his problems, making something larger than what it is to make it seem much more important, and being incredibly depressed to his lot in life when he’s in some of his more lucid states.

I believe the Don never runs away from his problems (albeit, he runs from what society wants him to be: heavy-handed, rich, proper, with his head out of the clouds), slowly and steadily gains a following of people who begin to understand his dream, and sees an overall boring, backward society (and world) as an incredible, powerful place to live.

I’m bringing this to light because I believe both sides are justifiable, arguable ones. Has anyone else read Don Quixote? I’m inclined to believe those who see society as a helpful, nurturing thing will tend to believe Don Quixote as delusional and in denial, while those who see society as a status quo and statistics will tend to believe Quixote is recreating the world in a much more meaningful way.

Now, my brother says that everything the Don sees is fantastical and delusional, and this frustrates me because he clearly didn’t read the book; the Don rarely turned something into a fantastical thing, and tended to refer more to the person’s personality more than the person’s ability. People who are there to run him out of his unpaid-for bed tend to be brigands, and women of impeccable look tend to be princesses.

To the contrary, he fought for his lady for a long while, even though he had never met her, and had no idea what she looked like. When they finally met, he found her the most beautiful thing in the world, even though she was worn by years of working in the field, wore rags, and was overall a negative thing to look at. He saw the inner beauty–not the fantastical, let’s-be-royalty-for-the-day beauty.

He would often do things like attack the captors of abused criminals in chains, usually being beaten to within an inch of his life. His actions would usually come back to haunt him, with the criminals returning to rob him blind at a later date. Did he run from his problems? No. Did he create many problems? Yes.

Quixote was a revolutionary without a revolution. He fought for a more organized society that disregarded caste and wealth, and he saw all people through the same lens. Furthermore, he slowly gained followers not because he turned everything into a fantasy, but because he began convincing them he saw a better life–and that Dulcinea would reward them. He had become the purveyor of fine romance, of masculine strength and humilty, a bard and a storyteller, all the while walking a road only he could see.

I do not believe he ever was in denial, in spite of what many of the characters–and the writer of that Wiki–said. I believe he cut through the outer shell, the physical. He was rarely safe, spoke out of turn often, and was confused quite often as well. He was usually enraged by his society’s lack of understanding, and their disbelief, and sometimes grew depressed and saddened by how simple everyone around him lived.

But this is my argument. I can’t speak on Brian’s behalf because I’m certain he’d pick my word choice apart, and create an anthill out of a mountain (read: I might put words in his mouth), so I won’t write of it.

I’m fairly certain most of you have never even picked up the complicated, convoluted book, much less read more than two chapters. And I understand that. Regardless, I’d like your opinions. ~x

 


7/6/10

Hello… Neverneverland.

Watched The Last Airbender last weekend with the brothers. All I can say is, I’ll keep the cartoon as my secret loveslave. Thank you. The only redeeming aspect of that whole movie was the casting of Aang. The little kid was perfect, and awesome, and believable. Everyone else was just kinda… Posey and odd-looking. Especially Sokka. He has crazyeyes like whoa and can’t portray emotion if it was to save his life. “This is my happy look.” ”This is my angry look.” ”This is my sad look.” Yep. All the same. Just blowout-your-face-with-intense-glare look. Yeah. Not good at all.

The cartoon, at least, was compelling.

Anyway. Moving on. I have acne on the back of my head. This means I’m eating greasy food. This means I ate some Cheetos yesterday. It’s amazing how easily thrown off my body is when I even touch bad food anymore. It’s like… Jesus. Stop being so emo, body. It’s just some happyfoods.

Who am I kidding? It coulda been the ice cream, the eighteen ounce AMAZING BOMBSHIT AWESOME steak, the popcorn, the gratuitous amounts of soda, etc. I’m not exactly a pinnacle of good eating. But, I’m getting better.

I’ve been reading a fantastic writer by the name of Robin Hobb. She’s got this incredible ability to simply write a character’s story without making the plot seem obvious. The first-person narration is perfect to flawless; he’s interesting, he’s unique, dynamic, and of course very flawed. Other than building up super emo world-falling-apart settings at the beginning of her books, she’s perfect as a writer. Now, the messages she has about society, the world, and particularly the United States is not too tasty to the greater population, and the fact that she made her character a fat-fat-fatty will of course lose that whole Harry Potter/Twilight/Eragon daydreaming crowd, but it’s so compelling. Anyway. My love life with the words is coming back. I would like to read more literary quality work, but this is certainly a book I can get into.

I believe my youngest brother Lucas is a walking example of Don Quixote. My other brother probably wouldn’t agree, but he’s just a fuddyduddy (and he reads this, so I’m going to be nice and not call him an asshole). He’s also an asshole. Lucas even has the beard and moustachio to prove it. His dream is a possible one. Hahaha.

Finally! *drumroll* one scene left until I’m finished with the rough rough of P1. This means, all the scenes are there, and the major story (and then some) is mapped out as well as I possibly can. There’s some bits and pieces here and there, but it’s nearly entirely finished. As I had written in the previous entry, the last scene is a sex scene between Melody and Darion, and I’m not sure if I can wrap my mind around writing it.

It has to be seductive, vulnerable, and mindmelting. It’s going to require a different kind of inspiration to handle it, I think.

Weekends are finally free. Cardinal’s Game on the 17th. I should check up on the old high school friends Martithin, Tommy, and Phil. Dude’s getting married and I haven’t even congratulated him yet.