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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2016 16:39:33 GMT -5
That this piece was published in the New Yorker cheers me. Funny, it appears that you, me and Jesus actually have something in common. Also Matthews didn't get a thrill up his leg because, are you ready? He already found his Messiah! Ba dum bum!
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Post by lar on Jan 7, 2016 19:54:21 GMT -5
Thanks, Jeff, for reminding me why I don't read The New Yorker. First of all, I can't figure out if that was satire or parody. Those are hard for me anyway and I found out a long time ago that The New Yorker doesn't make it any easier. I guess it's possible that it was neither. True to my nature, once I finished the piece I realized that I didn't get the point. Or maybe there was no point.
I don't think I'm any better off for having read it. If it was intended to provoke thought the writer missed his mark in my case. To the extent that he succeeded, my first thought was that it was dumb and I had wasted my time. At the moment I am the tiniest bit angry and disappointed at myself for once again getting sucked into reading another New Yorker piece that I didn't get. I get the same feeling when I visit an art museum and watch people ooh and aah over something that looks like the artist's palette threw up.
My salvation is that I heard the story of the emperor's new clothes when I was very young. It resonated with me then as it does now.
I don't mind not being smart enough to understand that piece. Popeye's philosophy comes to mind. "I yam what I yam." Damn! I just looked at the TV listings and I missed Rocky and Bullwinkle.
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