makz | The Crying of Lot 49

Surely it's just that I've spent too long staring too hard at historical accounts of the situation framing the 1960s student protests, and, much like the main character of The Crying of Lot 49, I find myself in a state somewhere between fictionalizing real events in a state of near-paranoia and denying reality itself in favor of remaining a cynic. Surely this book isn't actually trying to tie together the concepts of the universal nature of the human spirit and progressive movements, casting the conservative ideal of America as some sort of corpse of a concept that never existed. It's easier to think that I'm misinterpreting this.

It's a good book. It's not what I expected when I set out to find the roots of a black-and-white flash animation art film about a punk cat from space.

Well, I, too, inherited the task from a dead man. In a sense.