02 December 2007

9 the thing is finished.

this weekend, forgoing a few meals and quite a bit of sleep, i finally finished the wawah.

my father's favorite thing about shelby foote's the civil war is the photographs in the back of each volume, which reveal the visual progression of an author's aging over the course of writing a 2,800 page war chronicle.

as my father's camera captured, the reading of it (and not even all of it- just vol. 1) has much the same effect.

9 comments:

Unknown said...

soooooo hot.

oline said...

go do your homework.

Unknown said...

homework must take a backseat to more pressing issues on occasion...such as hotness.

oline said...

[ignoring ignoring ignoring]

Les Savy Ferd said...

is that ashleiyeigh simpson? *girlish shriek*

er, well done, Oline. I'm only several hundred, er, okay, a couple thousand pages behind you. Back to my yankee hotel (foxtrot).

Linda said...

you know, you really are hot with any hair shade.

oline said...

you know, my self-esteem just plummeted after the wawah. so's i could hardly get out of bed. but i now i know i've got my own personal, multi-hair-colored hotness to live for, it's all going to be alright.

Les Savy Ferd said...

hotness is like cutness, only less feathers and death-dealing beaks.

also-- how does finishing a 2,800 page tome deflate one's self esteem? I'd be dancing on the ceiling, or at the very least, the kitchen, up and down the block, the grocery store, etc.

oline said...

why, pirate, why would you evoke the death-dealing beaks when you know they lie at the very heart of my bird fear? for shame.

alas, i will attempt to pull myself emotionally together enough to explain that this was but a mere skirmish with mr. shelby foote. a year and a half long dalliance with his first volume (by far, his shortest). hence the esteem plummet. beyond this, gettysburg and appomatox and 2,000 pages still lay ahead.