Monday, September 3, 2012

From Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters

'Invisible Monsters' by Chuck Palahniuk.


[Not to worry, no spoilers here. This pasage is from Palahniuk (1999, 110-1), something I posted two years ago. I have not read the Remix yet.]

"Not a word, " Brandy says. "You're still too connected with your past. Your saying anything is pointless."
From out of her sewing basket, Brandy draws a streamer of white and gold, a magic act, a layer of sheer white silk patterned with a Greek key design in gold she casts ove my head.
Behind another veil, the real world is that much farther away.
"Guess how they do the gold design," Brandy says.
The fabric is so light my breath blows it out in front; the silk lays across my eyelashes without bending them. Even my face, where every nerve in your body comes to an end, even my face can't feel it.
It takes a team of kids in India, Brandy says, four-and five-year-old kids sitting all day on wooden benches, being vegetarians, they have to tweeze out most of about a zillion gold threads to leave the pattern of just the gold left behind.
"You don't see kids any older than ten doing this job," Brandy says, "because by then most kids go blind."
Just the veil Brandy takes out of her basket must be six feet square. The precious eyesight of all those darling children, lost. The precious days of their fragile childhood spent tweezing silk threads out.
Give me pity.
Flash.
Give me empathy.
Flash.
Oh, I wish I could make my poor heart bust.
I say, " Vswf siws cm eiuvn sincs."
No, it's okay, Brandy says. She doesn't reward anybody for exploiting children. She got it on sale.
Caged behind my silk, settled inside my cloud of organza and georgette, the idea I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
[Photo culled from: http://chuckpalahniuk.net/books/invisible-monsters]

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