Kennt jemand den ekligen Film „Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist“? Micheal Cera ist einfach eine Fehlbesetzung. Der wird den Milchbubi-Status nicht durch solche Filme los. Das Buch dazu war aber nicht schlecht. (Ich meine- Im Film, hat sie ihn angesprochen, während im Buch er derjenige war, der sie gebeten hat, für fünf Minuten seine Freundin zu sein (damit er vor seiner Ex nicht noch lächerlicher da steht..))
Singing in the rain. I’m singing in the rain. And it’s such a fucking glorious feeling. An unexpected downpour and I am just giving myself into it. Because what the fuck else can you do? Run for cover? Shriek or curse? No – when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you’re doing pretty alright in life.
Obwohl ich die Hälfte der Witze nicht verstanden habe und nachher einige Zeit vor Youtube verbringen werde, um mir alle Songs, die im Buch genannt wurden, anzuhören (was traurig ist, denn Nick und Norah’s Geschmack ist ziemlich gut..) und obwohl der Schreibstil verwirrend war.. und der Plot etwas komisch.. ABER..
„Look,“ she says, raising her Tina Colada*, „I owe you a kind of explanation. I know you probably think I’m a horrid bitch from the planet Schizophrenia, but I’m honestly not trying to mess wit your head. I’m just messing with my own head and I seem to have dragged you along for the ride. I think you’re nice to me and that scares the fuck out of me. Because when a guy’s a jerk or an asshole, it’s easier because you know exactly where you stand. Since trust isn’t an option, you don’t have to get all freaked out about maybe having to trust him. Right now I’m thinking about ten things at the same time, and at least four of those things have to do with you. If you wan to leave right now and drive home and forget my name and forget what I look like, I wouldn’t blame you in the least. But what I’m trying to say is that if you did that I would be sorry. And not just sorry in an I-apologize-I’m-so-sorry way, but sorry in a -sad-that-someting-that-could’ve-happened-didn’t way.“
* Heißt so echt die jungfräuliche Version vom Pina Colada? :o
Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it’s just a story I’m telling or a song I’m singing, then I’ll be okay because I’m the guy who’s providing the words. Which is not the way life work’s at all. Or at least not when it’s unfair.
Was ich natürlich nie mache. Ich weiß. ;P
She thinkgs for a second. „Okay. There’s one part of Judaism I really like. Conceptually, I mean. It’s called tikkun olam.“
„Tikkun olam,“ I repeat.
„Exactly. Basically, it says that the world has been broken into peaces. All this chaos, all this discord. And our job – everyone’s job – is to put the pieces back together. To make things whole again.“
„And you believe that?“ I ask. Not as a challenge. As a genuine question.
She shrugs, then negates the shrug with the thought in her eyes. „I guess I do. I mean, I don’t know how the world broke. And I don’t know if there’s a God who can help us fix it. But the fact that the world is broken – I absolutely believe that. Just look around us. Every minute – every single second – there are a million things you could be thinking about. A million things you could be worrying about. Our world – don’t you just feel we’re becoming more and more fragmented? I used to think that when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? THe older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is. Harder. You’d think we’d be getting better at it. But there’s just more and more chaos. The pieces – they’re everywhere. And nobody knows what to do about it. I find myself grasping, Nick. You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place. Not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe in that.“
„Do you really thing it’s getting worse?“ I ask. „I mean, aren#t we better off than we were twenty years ago? Or a hundred?“
„We’re better off. But I don’t know if the world’s better off. I don’t know if the two are the same thing.“
„You’re right,“ I say.
As we sit in that city silence, which is not so much silence as light noise, my mind drifts back a few minutes, thinking about what she said.
Then it hits me.
„Maybe we’re the pieces,“ I say.
Norah’s head doesn’t move from my arm. „What?“ she asks. I can tell from her voice that her eyes are still closed.
„Maybe that’s it,“ I say gently. „With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn’t that we’re supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we’re the pieces.“
She doesn’t reply, but I can tell she’s listening carefully. I feel like I’m understanding something for the first time, even if I’m not entirely sure what it is yet.
„Maybe,“ I say, „what we’re supposed to do is come together. That’s how we stop the breaking.“
Ich weiß nicht genau, was ich von dem Buch halte, aber da ich bestimmt nachher noch drüber nachdenken werde, musste ich’s hier mit reinhauen.. :)
„There’s no such thing as ready,“ s/he says. „There’s only willing.“