Friday, March 18, 2011

ALEXANDRIA ASCIOTI #7/14

"And all the time I'm laughing myself sick inside. Just waching the people. You know what I mean-the couples, the men and wives you see walking along together. The teensy little women and the big fat guys. The dames with lantern jaws, and the men with no chins. The bowlegged wonders, and the knock-kneed miracles. The...I've laughed-inside, that is-until my guts ached. It's almost as good as dropping in a Chamber of Commerce luncheon where some guy gets up and clears his throat a few times and says 'Gentlemen, we can't expect to get any more out of life than what we put into it...' (Where's the percentage in that?)"

It is fascinating to watch people throughout the day. When you are in a public place, it is interesting to see how people interact with the group they are with or see how they present themselves to the world each day. The narrator also finds this activity entertaining. I believe that each human is built with a sense of curiosity, maybe to make themselves feel better or feel more well-off than others in life. Regardless of the reason for such curiosity, it is built inside each person. Occasionally, you do find that one person that makes you laugh when you are people watching because perhaps you don't think they are "normal." However, what is "normal" anyways?

When I look at this photo, I see the narrator of the novel intensely people-watching, to the point where he is hurting in his stomach from laughing to hard. The narrator is focusing closely on how different each individual is by giving numerous amounts of descriptions to the reader. The binoculars in the photo represent this focus because they are a tool used by someone who intends to go out of one's way to see what people are like. The narrator thinks of the quote mentioned after describing the different people because he is probably relating each person to how much effort they actually put into themselves. Perhaps the narrator believes that if the people do not look professional or "normal" then they will not get a lot out of life. Instead, they are laughable to those who people-watch or are simply curious.
Jim Thompson. The Killer Inside Me. Vintage Books. 1991. 121.


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