Is it possible to share your life with someone whose record collection is incompatible with your own? Can people have terrible taste and still be worth knowing? Do songs about broken hearts and misery and loneliness mess up your life if consumed in excess? For Rob Fleming, thirty-five years... read more
This novel chronicles the romances of Rob Fleming, a record shop owner. He discusses his past dating history and leads into his current break-up. Rob talks to the reader for most of the time and allows us into his world and his head. He spends some time trying to figure out what has gone wrong... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“We were twelve or thirteen, and had recently discovered irony--or at least, what I later understood to be irony: we only allowed ourselves to play on the swings and the round-about and the other kids' stuff rusting away in there if we could do it with a sort of self-conscious ironic detachment.”
“We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five.”Barry
“I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits and the exit sign.”
“It's not a case of the glass being half-full or half-empty; more that we tipped a whole half-pint into an empty pint pot. I had to see how much was there, though, and now I know.”
“People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands--literally thousands--of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.”Rob
People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands—literally thousands—of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don’t know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they’ve been listening to the sad songs longer than they’ve been living the unhappy lives.Highlighted by 55 Kindle customers
Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.Highlighted by 53 Kindle customers
sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.Highlighted by 52 Kindle customers
What came first—the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?Highlighted by 51 Kindle customers
You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it’s just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who’d believe in this character then? I’ve got to get more stuff, more clutter, more detail in here, because at the moment I’m in danger of falling off the edge.Highlighted by 37 Kindle customers
the truth was that these things matter, and it’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.Highlighted by 34 Kindle customers
My genius, if I can call it that, is to combine a whole load of averageness into one compact frame.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
I can see everything once it’s already happened—I’m very good at the past. It’s the present I can’t understand.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
(You can see this everywhere you go: young, middle-class people whose lives are beginning to disappoint them making too much noise in restaurants and clubs and wine bars. “Look at me! I’m not as boring as you think I am! I know how to have fun!” Tragic. I’m glad I learned to stay home and sulk.)Highlighted by 30 Kindle customers
Only people of a certain disposition are frightened of being alone for the rest of their lives at twenty-six; we were of that disposition.Highlighted by 27 Kindle customers
Preceded by Behind the Scenes at the Museum, and followed by It.
Preceded by Cry, the Beloved Country, and followed by The Van.
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