Post by rockefeller on Jun 6, 2019 18:00:45 GMT
Rocks has enjoyed his share of psychological counseling, but the only actual psychiatrist, as in an MD who chose then to specialize in psychology, as in "a Jewish doctor who's afraid of blood" (Woody Allen?), he ever saw spent most of their forty-minute hour dispensing bromidic advice like "Get a job" and "Don't smoke pot," and looking at his watch. Later, when Rocks neglected to pay his bill, spending instead the 60 bucks (yes, that's all it was at the time), that OHIP had remitted him for this consult, on weed, the psychiatrist's office sold the debt to a collection agency who gave Rocks plenty of other free advice. But at least Rocks wasn't lobotomized or subjected to electroconvulsive or insulin or hypothermia "therapy" or given any of psychiatry's really, really, really shitty drugs (though he did experimentally acquire Thorazine once on his own for that thoroughly sick-and-tired feeling).
Anyway, all this just to say that Rocks totally grocked to this cap's psychiatric and institutionalization theme.
The beginning really engaged. It was like his own head was restrained in some sort of clamp so that he couldn't twist away while the good (and mad) doctor poked into his brain through his eye with no sedation or anesthetic. Right off, Rocks really hated this Dr. Finkler asshole, and wished bad things upon him.
And Rocks got his wish. Over and over. And over. And then some more. The end. All very graphically and eloquently described, too. Fairly credible look at the institutionalized today. Maybe even softens the whole modern setting a little, given Rocks' years of experience as an orderly in a Central Park Lodge that the big mental institution up in Penetanguishene used to send its burnouts to. Yeah, it's actually worse than as described in this cap.
For the first half, the quality of prose and the evil Dr. Finkler held Rocks' attention, and he made a bunch of edits. Mostly, the VC likes to split compound words like,
shit load
rain drops
blood stains
horse play
instead of
shitload
raindrops
bloodstains
horseplay
to predictably funny results.
Some minor punctuation typos:
This is an unprecedented weather event. and Alabama has already declared a state of emergency.
The odd wrong word maybe.
He is left toiling along in this demeaning appointment...
alone?
Further down the room, a large branch crashes...
Generally, farther is used for physical, further for conceptual, distances.
And a bunch of apostrophe things, mostly in dialog, which, while consistent, started to wax a little cliche, voice-wise.
“The gangs all here now.”
gang's
“Jeez, Brody, you talk like its alive.”
it's
“I know he’s special. Your all special to me.”
You're
"I think its time to reunite you with another one of your old friends."
it's
So this is a very tough call for old Rock 'n Roll. A real fence-sitter. This VC can craft. Can really lay down a scene. Knows how to describe shit. Even seems to have researched a little. But it's kinda long, especially for TQR's presentation format. But also for Rocks' attention span. Like once he sussed out what's going on and what's going to happen, he started reading in bigger gulps. You don't want that. So, an almost reluctant no. A no that almost wishes The Bull will disagree. A no that sort of cries out for a tiebreak. But still, no.