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Portnoy's Complaint

Began: Mon Sep 2, 2024 (which was Labor Day) Complete: ? Sept 20

p.33

“Hamburgers, she says bitterly, just as she might say Hilter, “where they can put anything in the world in that they want - and he eats them.”

Why was this woman so grossly insensitive to the vulnerability of her own little boy—on the one hand so insensitive to my shame, and yet on the other, so attuned to my deepest desires!

On baseball and the essential qualities of being human:

Because it wasn’t, you see, that one was the best center fielder imaginable, only that one knew exactly, and down to the smallest particular, how a center fielder should conduct himself. And there are people like that walking the streets of the U.S. of A. I ask you, why can’t I be one! Why can’t I exist now as I existed for the Seabees out there in center field! Oh, to be a center fielder, a center fielder-—and nothing more!

9/13/24, 1:41:58 PM

It's been awhile since I've written here. But this novel keeps getting grittier and more like the forbidden fruit. Is it pornographic? They say you'll know it when you see it - and I don't see it here. But it's racy and lewd.

9/18/24, 1:54:02 PM

Doorknocking for Stevenson while in college, in Ohio, describes his Pumpkin as such:

I might have learned something spending the rest of my life with such a person. Yes, I might—if I could learn something! If I could be somehow sprung from this obsession with fellatio and fornication, from romance and fantasy and revenge—from the settling of scores! the pursuit of dreams! from this hopeless, senseless loyalty to the long ago!