Sunday, July 02, 2006

Blame it on the fish


As the great exchange of comments in my last post got around to both fishing and profound questions about the nature of man and men I thought I would take this opportunity to recommend again, my favorite book, The Flounder, (1978), which contrasts the destructiveness of men with the sanity of women, and examines such matters as politics, feminism, and the art of cooking.
It is the story of an oft re-incarnated man and his ever present companion. Though they don many bodies and minds through the ages they are ever the same spirit. The saga begins in the marshes of the mouth of the River Vistula near Danzig, where a prehistoric fisherman catches a talking flounder. The flounder, in return for not being placed on the menu, takes the hopelessly confused man under his fin and guides him out of the matriarchy which predominates. The women have three breasts and suckle their men. Peace and order reign but…nothing ever happens. Eventually, in modern times, the flounder his hooked again by a gaggle of trolling feminists and is placed on trial for his crimes against women. I won’t tell you more in case you do yourself a favor and read it. I believe the book might give dear whattheheh fresh perspectives with which to sort out her very valid, but hard to plumb, questions.

7 Comments:

Blogger KidKawartha said...

Speaking again of fish, I'll be out on a local lake doing my thing Monday. Pray to the patron saint and god of anglers I hook my first muskellenge. ;) More later, and I still haven't gotten around to reading Blue Highways.......

8:14 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Good luck on yer, kid!

8:27 PM  
Anonymous Joe Don Zilla said...

The Flounder? Is that Gunter Grass?
"Tin Drum" is alternately the funniest and most disturbing bit of literature I've had the pleasure to read. I can't remember if I've read "The Flounder". I mean, I remember "Flounder" from "Animal House", but his first name wasn't "The".

7:47 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

I've read both, joe, and trust me, "The Flounder" is much the better novel...And his was not bigger than that.... :)

8:20 PM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

Many years ago, I read a novel - The Cracker Factory by Joyce Rebeta-Burditt. It was hilarious, but was also a wakeup call (from which I didn't learn), because that was almost the life I was living. It was about a woman who had a (so-called) mental illness, as depression was called then, and who drank and did stupid things. The sad thing is that although this lady, and many others, had written about personal, devestating experiences, it took modern medicine many, many years after to establish that the illness was not due to a woman's time of the month, or unhappiness, but had to do with the chemical imbalance in the brain, from which not only women, but men suffered. Modern medicine can not identify what triggers it, much as it can not identify what triggers other brain-related illnesses, because there is very little funding. Mental illness is an anomaly, and most of it is brain related - physical problems with the creation and distribution of chemicals that assist the body and mind to function. Most people look at it as an {crazy, pixilated, strange, creepy, stupid etc} embarrassement, and they still do not realize that most "mental" illness result from a physical component, because they do not understand the brain.
The current trend in society is to continue to marginalize the folks who suffer from whatever disease that will "cost Money" to discover sources and treat. God forbid the Corporations should suffer any reduction in profits. Why else is the whole African continent being ravaged by AIDS, and other diseases that could be cured, because of patents and protectionism on Pharmacom profits. Let's face it, disease creates a need, and Corporations will feed on that need to make profits. To cure the disease, or to slow it down would mean less profits.
My point? I will survive this recurrence, as I have done the others, but I am very, very concerned about those people who have been sent to Afganistan and Iraq, for a madman's desire for glory, and will return with very little support and almost no acknowledgement of a little syndrome named PTSD, which most are writing off, the same way they wrote off Depression. I lived through Viet Nam and the fiasco when the soldiers returned (from which Stallone and others made millions).
I will survive, and I will read the Flounder, if I can find it. Thanks for the tip. I doubt you will ever find the Cracker Factory, but if you do, check it out.

9:45 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

America is the world's largest "Cracker Factory" what. But many of our "crackers" make the most valued and unique contributions. Art and literature owe much to those with such "imbalances". I wonder if your recurrence might have been triggered by other troubles you have had recently?
I share your concern for the mangled bodies and minds returning from Iraq. There was a discussion of it on "Hardball" yesterday. In the end I think and hope these young people are better treated than those that returned from 'Nam. I hope I am right.
And "The Flounder" is by Gunter Grass. I hadn't noticed I left that important fact out of the post....

5:45 AM  
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