eading both atwood and marcus at the same time, i get to this:

from marcus: not long into the future when the USA has come the republic of Gilead, a theocracy that has replaced the Constituion of the United States with the Bible, a slave sings forbidden music to herself:"i feel so lonely , baby/I feel so lonely babdy/ i feel so lonely I could die. She doesnt know where it comes from.

now elvis isnt reall about music anymore, he is everywhere, a white trash mystic, the colsest america has ever come to theresa d'avila, a sexualised miracuolus thing....and i imagine atwood-i like atwood, ive read a huge chunk of her work, but she strikes me as brittle, as opposed to popular culture, as against the idea of raptoous intervention.

thinking about the passage, about moving b/w divine and secualr pleasure; between race, class, pleasure, in a reflection that is so small and so tiny, she restores him---and restores the idea of popular culture as subversive...this seems so against her veign...her books tend to be white, middle class, self contained, unrelenting in how men and women examine power, hemegenious in a way that elvis wasnt--then why such a brilliant, if so slight (thats why its brilliant) few words that contain all of the mixed up buisess that peter gurlanisick manages to fail at over 1500

can you imagine atwood fucking, can you imagine her even listening to elvis, looking at her work, does it seem that she interacts wtih popular culture with anything but derision...

book work will end tonite