My destiny calls, and I go

I was thinking again about Seven Types of Ambiguity. The book is now somewhere in the library system, not in my hands. I think the trigger was a conversation I had about Bratz (the dolls that usurped Barbie) and whether they ominously model a glam-hooker look for little girls. I guess I was reminded of Seven Types because of this. I began to think about whether Angie herself is an ambiguity or just a stereotype. The story, as far as I got in it, took a little twist in her chapter. She’s got a medical problem now that complicates things. Because of the non-chronological time sequence in the book, we’ve already seen the partial results of this even though we had no explanation for it at the time we read about it. This certainly created an ambiguity or potential for ambiguity. As it is with all anti-social acts, we, on the outside, are wondering why what happened in the story happened, ‘what was that person thinking?’ It’s interesting. I’ve resolved to continue reading the book, squeeze it in right after I finish Ivanhoe which I think will be soon. It’s a book at its page-turner stage. Everyone is in position. It's the climax. We're sitting poised at the top of the roller coaster. The Black Knight and Locksley have revealed their true identities. Ivanhoe has left the priory – earlier than ordered to by the Black Knight, though he can barely bear his corselet. Rebecca is just hours away from execution. Brian de Bois-Guilbert has been manipulated by Malvoisin away from defending Rebecca or fleeing and towards appearing in the lists. But his resolve is still shaky. As is mine. Yet, I’m swept forward by the to-do list, the inevitability of things happening that involve me (I must appear whether I like it or not, whether I can bear my corselet or not).

Oh, and I listened to the Broadway soundtrack of Man of La Mancha. I’m surprised at how much of it I know (down to all of the lyrics for “The Impossible Dream” – something I must have sucked up in my childhood without knowing it - I've never seen the play or film). Here’s part of the chorus from “I, Don Quixote”:

My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward ... To wither so ever they blow ...
Wither so ever they blow ...




Wither so ever they blow...