Let me just say, EW to the whole bacon sandwich with grease running down Gail’s face scene. Also, just EW to Gail, and the ending of this book. Why would Sam let her sleep over, rather sleep in the same bed, or have her over at all. If I was Sam and Gail was all, like herself and just kept inviting herself over, I would kick her out so fast. But, anyway to more pressing matters.
In class we discussed how postmodernism plays up the autonomous self and turning people into objects. The narrator to me definitely seemed like the person who was supposed to be autonomous. Meanwhile Louise was defiantly the person that was turned into an object. How is it that Sam could have possibly fallen so cliched in love her in 5 months? Because Louise is the object, of affection could be said, and not just to Sam but Elgin as well. Then again there’s Gail, I know yet again. In class we mentioned how there is usually a lot of people which can be grouped into one person, and that person has control. I think Gail is supposed to represent average, middle-aged, single women who have strong personalities since no one else in this story has one. She is the opposite of the autonomous person, and while opposites attract I do not think Sam and Gail ever had a chance. But this plays into the postmodernist writing much more than I thought it would. With all the uncertainty and unexpected people in this book it plays into how postmodernists are into the whole everything not being able to be discerned and come out with all this unpredictability.
The ending to this book is probably the most confusing part of it all, including the beginning. It all goes back to the whole virtual versus reality thing that we discussed in class. Did Sam ever hear about Louise? Did the last third of the book even happen? It all seemed like a blur of poetic nonsense really. I wanted to know the end and just be put out of my misery, but when the last page came I was just like oh okay where’s the rest. Overall, what a weird, obviously postmodern book. Not one of my favorites.