Who wrote the best book I never finished. Seriously, The Moviegoer is one of my favorite books of all time and I haven't finished it. Not even that close. I don't know why. Maybe it scared me, maybe that's why.
I have to wonder how a guy can know as much as Walker Percy knew and not jump off a cliff. Well maybe it's because he had writing, he could get it all out and leave it there. Anyways, he's brilliant.
Scratch, I just learned more about him in article below. He knew plenty about "jumping off a cliff," but that wasn't what he was about. Really interesting character. It's a shame modern literature has forgotten him.
http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2010/06/the-booky-man-walker-to-new-orleans.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walker_Percy
Quotes:
"Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion."
— Walker Percy (The Moviegoer)
"--you have too good a mind to throw away. I don't quite know what we're doing on this insignificant cinder spinning aay in a dark corner of the universe. That is a secret which the high gods have not confided in me. Yet one thing I believe and I believe it with every fibre of my being. A man must live by his light and do what little he can and do it as best he can. In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.'
She is right. I will say yes. I will say yes even though I do not really know what she is talking about."
— Walker Percy
"Like many young men in the South, he had trouble ruling out the possible. They are not like an immigrant's son in Passaic who desires to become a dentist and that is that. Southerners have trouble ruling out the possible. What happens to a... man to whom all things seem possible and every course of action open? Nothing of course."
— Walker Percy
"For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead.
It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as quickly as one can. At such times it seems that the conversation is spoken by automatons who have no choice in what they say. I hear myself or someone else saying things like: "In my opinion the Russian people are a great people, but--" or "Yes, what you say about the hypocrisy of the North is unquestionably true. However--" and I think to myself: this is death. Lately it is all I can do to carry on such everyday conversations, because my cheek has developed a tendency to twitch of its own accord."
— Walker Percy
"You say it is a simple thing surely, all gain and no loss, to pick up a good-looking woman and head for the beach on the first day of the year. So say the newspaper poets. Well it is not such a simple thing and if you have ever done it, you know it isn't--unless, of course, the woman happens to be your wife or some other everyday creature so familiar to you that she is as invisible as you yourself. Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise. "
— Walker Percy
"It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It's something else to go home and visit with the folks in Reed's drugstore on the square and actually listen to them. The reason you can't go home again is not because the down-home folks are mad at you--they're not, don't flatter yourself, they couldn't care less--but because once you're in orbit and you return to Reed's drugstore on the square, you can stand no more than fifteen minutes of the conversation before you head for the woods, head for the liquor store, or head back to Martha's Vineyard, where at least you can put a tolerable and saving distance between you and home. Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon."
— Walker Percy
"Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him."
— Walker Percy
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