September 19, 2005
The Moviegoer in hurricane season

More than a couple bloggers have dredged up their interest, love, and other emotions for Walker Percy's The Moviegoer in the wake and wrath of Katrina. Today, the Times's map of what's still underwater brought me back -- Gentilly, Binx's strolling-grounds. Still underwater.

Long Pauses, a writer I know only through Google (which is how he/she imagined me finding him/her ["If you're reading this in the future..."]), notes: " I have a friend in Baton Rouge who knows quite a lot about Percy. When I asked him what I needed to know about The Moviegoer, he wrote back, "I guess one thing to keep in mind is that none of the places where it's set are there anymore.""

And there is Bixblog, who I'm pretty sure is a she, who weaves Percy into her own Search, and her battle with the Black Dog (nod towards Mr. Slavin, whatever hemisphere he is in). But then I also go from her to John Batelle's Searchblog, which has nothing to do with Percy but there is his book, called The Search,

and there is my point, finally, that "search" as an industry/space/function and The Search as a drive, a necessity, a reason for breathing, are at some points one and the same thing. In my case they certainly were, Google standing in and actually functioning as the mechanism for my greater Search, at least that one, that one that had an ending.

Which gets us to the nature of information and the nature of knowledge and the nature of longing, but it doesn't get us very far.

Posted by dbrown at September 19, 2005 10:19 PM
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