I feel like I'm just about to paraphrase what others have said more lucidly and intelligently, but I fully agree with the notion that, as extrafictionally ballsy and worthy of praise this book's full-frontal assault on the traditional expectations and the foundational sacred cows of Western Literature may be, the…

Upon reflection, the preponderance of the book's time is spent with Max/Stein/Alissa, gave them a protagonistic sheen in the book's proceedings during my reading. Their predatory, at times combative relationship with Elisabeth and later, Bernard in turn cast those characters in an antagonistic light, again, IMHO.

Also not helping matters in that interview were the alternately sycophantic and intellectually self-congratulatory questions posed by the interviewers.

Oh sweet Jesus, yes, Miller. I'd build fucking condominiums in Dumasville.

I take authors' statements on their "intentions" with several shakers of salt, and I don't buy Duras' statements about writing the book "unconsciously". Do I think she dashed it off in an uncharacteristically hurried, comparatively slapdash fashion, as some have posited? I find it possible. There's no way of knowing,…

Thoughts
When I set this book down, upon reading the final sentence, my first thought was one of gently bewildered numbness. My second thought, more fully formed, was:

For me, the soundtrack somehow, even whilst being ostensibly awful, becomes this bizarro pastiche of leitmotifs, (horribly horribly sung leitmotifs) that unify the film. I can't say it's good, but I can't honestly say it's bad. It's simply Keoma.

God bless Keoma
I fucking love that film.

Truer words were never spoken, Phodreaw.

I don't know, I'd say she has at least two years left to establish herself commercially in other movies before disappearing off the face of the earth.

Also apparently a sleazy sexual harasser, according to Naomi Wolf.

Upon making a barely informed appraisal of the different synopses as linked to by Rowan, I've decided to vote for Lowboy.

Yes, thank you, sir. This is immeasurably helpful.

Abortions for some, tiny American flags for others!

In the interview with Marguerite Duras found in the Grove Press paperback (ironically, it boasts a higher word count than the novel it relates to) she talks about how Destroy, She Said is a deliberately incomplete product, easily transmutable into a staged reading or play, or into a screenplay and film adaptation (as…

Please tell me I'm not the only WUiBer so dorkily committed to this book club that he's purchased every selection and organized them in their own special section of his home library.

While inattentively casting my attention between three books at once, I finished Destroy, She Said in something like two and a half combined hours of reading spread out over a weekend. A ridiculously easy read, but conversely, it's been ferociously difficult for me to analyze. I'm certainly psyched for the discussion.

Event Horizon was NOT a good movie, at least in my opinion. Some half-assed Shining ripoff IN SPACE. Some really nice cinematography and production design, sure, but a completely non-functional narrative experience.

For all we know, Christoph Waltz is giving that very script note RIGHT NOW.

I'd have thought that, by this point in his career, Orlando Bloom would have moved up from Stabbing Shit to Exploding Shit. Alas…