Accident leaves Edgar Freemantle one-armed and severely injured. Lost control over the body – all those things we take for granted. Also a story about hope; re-inventing oneself from scratch.
Edgar’s long way of rehab – symbolic for the promise of Obama (after the ‘trauma’ of GWB?).
The frustration of illness. All those things we take for granted, body and mind. p46: like being cast out of paradise. Rehab – painting; digging for treasure (lost pieces of oneself).
There’s a story here, muchacho, and I suppose it’s marginally more interesting than a little girl swallowing a marble, but a tragedy is a tragedy, and at the bottom, all tragedies are stupid. Give me a choice and I’ll take A Midsummer Night’s Dream over Hamlet every time. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.
Armpittish dialogue, really pathetic at times…
Utläst i Dien Bien Phu.
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