June 01, 2012

Katniss and Me

I haven't seen the movie, "The Hunger Games;" and I haven't read something from the juvenile fiction of the bookstore since The Kid Comes Back by John Tunis. Stacey and I are, however, listening to Carolyn McCormick narrate "The Hunger Games" that Stacey picked out at Audible.com.

Carolyn McCormick played a shrink in the Law and Order shows; and I didn't like her in that role.

Please don't write me and tell me the ending -- at this point, Katniss is on the hovercraft the morning the "Games" are to start, pondering her fate; and I hope she fucking dies pretty soon because I fucking cannot stand the stupid girl.

Oh, I know she's not going to buy it because that would abruptly end the first person narration, which would be an awesome literary device -- switching to the voice of the person who whacks her, who would automatically be my hero, if I were a teenager, especially if that person were the Pillsbury doughboy, the baker's son. I'm bad with names, by the way; and if I don't see it in writing, it's well nigh likely I will not remember. Peter, Pete, Pita -- I think it's Pita or Peta or Peda; and that could be short for Encyclopedia, his mother having been a fan of the ancient Encyclopedia Brown paperbacks she found stuffed between the window frame and the wall as insulation and to keep the window from falling out -- back story, of which you were unaware. But with the recent revelation, which was previously obvious, that Pita "loves" Katniss, I'm sure that he will save her from that big behemoth from District 11 by slinging a rock and hitting the big guy between the eyes -- only because that is a familiar story; and I'm sure we're into some kind of allegorical story, not one about a girl who always hits what she aims for right in the eye and doesn't think she has a particular skill set that would aid her in hunting down the kidnappers of her ... oh, that's Liam Neeson in a recent movie. Sorry. And I'm sure that Pita will sacrifice himself for Katniss, probably nailed to a tree by the bad group of tributes, for love.

In any event, we were listening while I was driving somewhere (and that is when we listen, in the car); and all of a sudden, I slam on the brakes and Stacey screams because Carolyn, as Katniss, of course, says something and did not use "[sister's name I cannot remember] and I" correctly. And this was, as it were, not isolated to this one instance -- is the author afraid to use the word "ME" when it's appropriate? Or maybe it's just Katniss being Katniss?

We will listen on.

Posted by Bill at June 1, 2012 10:09 AM
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