I don't like camping. At all. I enjoy nature, but I also enjoy running water and my own bed. I like hiking and gardening, but no camping. But hey, there's a dead guy and a writer trying to figure out what's going on! It sounds awesome, right? WRONG.
Basically Chris/Alex decides "hey, I'm going to go live off the land in Alaska without any of the right equipment because I want to be like Jack London!" And then he dies and Krakauer finds "Vague, unsettling parallels" in their lives and retraces his steps. I'm 60 pages in and I hate it. This guy is just one questionable decision after another. And I'm fed up with all of the political rambling of the letters and whatnot from Chris/Alex. Sometimes he says something deep and profound, like "the joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences," and then there is a bunch of anti-government, pseudo-hermit mumbo-jumbo. And Jon Krakauer isn't much better. He seems to have reverence for Alex/Chris and his bad decisions.
And we are watching the movie at the same time. The best part thus far has been the Eddie Vedder soundtrack. I would love to Mystery Science Theater 3000 this movie, but alas, we are watching it as a group so that's a no-go.
"Stop Whining and find something to do." - Dowager Countess, Downton Abbey
-D.
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