One thing that's a key element to "Catch a Falling Star", is the fact that Nick and his friends are all members of that lost and self-obsessed bunch known collectively as Generation X. Although there are no hard and fast rules as to exactly when one generation ends and another begins, the United States Census Bureau considers that the post-war Baby Boomers were born between 1946 and 1964. Nicky Nova disputes this vigorously. Firstly, as he sees it, any soldier still returning from the war in 1961, when Nicky came into the world,would have to have crawled home from the Western Front on his hands and knees. Secondly, Nicky would be disgusted to be associated whatsoever with any generation which believed that they could, like, make the world a groovier place by wearing flowers in their hair. Nicky feels more of a kinship with Generation X, a term that was first coined in a study of British youth by Jane Deverson, who revealed a generation of teenagers who, "sleep together before they are married, were not taught to believe in God, dislike the Queen, and don't respect parents." Throw in a deep cynicism towards all politicians whether they be left or right, and you have Nicky Nova in a nutshell. As the Psychedelic Furs sang in NO TEARS,
"Don't believe in anything."
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
One Tree Hill
Chapter One - Page10
...Situated on the far side of Springvale Road (in Donvale), One Tree Hill's name was something of a misnomer. It was actually a whole clump of trees huddled together on a lone hill, as if in defiance of the encroaching wave of development below. A stark vista, it almost looked as if it had been pinned against the sky. There, Shane, Ritzy and I would hang out together on wintry days, when the wind ran silent fingers through the long grass, and talk about our lives and our dreams. "I want to be a famous rock'n'roll star one day", I said. "You can keep the fame", Shane replied. "Just give me the money".
...Situated on the far side of Springvale Road (in Donvale), One Tree Hill's name was something of a misnomer. It was actually a whole clump of trees huddled together on a lone hill, as if in defiance of the encroaching wave of development below. A stark vista, it almost looked as if it had been pinned against the sky. There, Shane, Ritzy and I would hang out together on wintry days, when the wind ran silent fingers through the long grass, and talk about our lives and our dreams. "I want to be a famous rock'n'roll star one day", I said. "You can keep the fame", Shane replied. "Just give me the money".
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